Category: Haarmist
Een zomer in Griekenland op de berg Pilion. Philosykos roept de herinnering op aan een wandeling door een zonnige boomgaard met wilde vijgenbomen. Een geur van herinnering.
Sprayed it on before heading out and hours later I still catch whiffs of that sun-warmed fig orchard when I move my head. It’s like carrying a little piece of a Greek summer in my hair, without any sticky residue.
The dry-down on this hair mist is pure fig tree under hot sun, and it clings to strands for hours without turning powdery. I catch whiffs of that sun-warmed orchard every time I move my head, and it somehow makes a plain Tuesday feel like a slow Greek afternoon.
Sprayed this on before a summer walk and the fig-tree scent kept following me all day, like a warm memory of a Greek hillside. A couple of spritzes is plenty—the hair mist leaves a soft, lingering trail without feeling sticky or heavy.
