Amber by Sage EDT

First, there is a Victorian fireplace, with a genuine replica Egyptian cat statuette resting on the mantle, along with a slipper orchid. The embers are the only visual hint that there was once a roaring fire, though the hearth is still warm and relaxing for dance-worn muscles. A woman relaxes, her hair falling out of the careful twist, her dress wrinkled, her lipstick gone. Her hands ripple through the air in memory of the waltzes she has danced. She can feel her cat purring through her little pink toenails.