It's like a cuppa tea, with the zest of gossip that makes the hour pass faster than the number one song on the top forty. It's the sylvan lushness of a rain-kissed field doused with the heat of ripe spice. It's a jar full of sharp, jade tinted sprigs. The scent with yogic precision available for all of us, even if we can't do any kind of downward dog. Friendly, fluid, warm and perky, even when you're not feeling any of it, the scent will hold the proper pose on your behalf until you're ready to shine.