La Femme Boheme, 3.4 oz./ 100 mL

Edward Bess La Femme Boheme, 3.4 oz./ 100 mL She travels in any direction the wind decides to blow, languid and free without the slightest worry in the world. Unbound by the restrictions of time, she follows her careless whims instead. The sun is already high in the sky when she wakes on a bed of hay, a resting place not unfamiliar after a night drenched in the hazy pleasures of wine. A soupon of dried sweat mixed with a veil of smoke lingers on her skin, a scent intensified by the blaze of t.