Universal Flowering Saffron Flour Eau de ParfumYou are plush fantasy, held in the gentle hush of rice powder puff and terracotta suede, your laughter flickering by tealight. Month by month. In May, silk sheets of red unfurl behind dusty windowsroses pressed into memory. June brings the hush of summer, a single syllable of quiet. By July, you crush almonds for the dough, careful to save the water from the roses. August is elastic, luxuriant, stretching into itself. September: you crack open saffron