Soul Artisan Opulent Iris Extrait de Parfum 50ml

Perfume concentration 35%

Top notes:
Wheat, rice, orris, bergamot

Middle notes:
Hazelnut, rose, ylang-ylang

Base notes:
Vanilla, sandalwood, musk, almond

Inspiration
"This is really no easy task." This was the umpteenth thought that had crossed the beautiful bird's mind. The bird narrowed its eyes. "It seems the most fundamental problem still needs to be solved."

It knew that a magical plant grew in the northern part of the continent, resembling a flying crow when in bloom, called the Opulent Iris. Its signature purple flowers bloomed once a year, and it could grow on its own in various environments without any human intervention, producing soft, sticky rice with the fragrance of irises. This magical plant practically ruled the northern continent, and now, in springtime, the earth was covered in a dazzling purple. Finding it had been almost effortless for the bird.

"Plant this," the crow said, flapping its wings with a hint of pride. "Soon you will have enough food for your descendants to enjoy." The chieftain opposite, pale and emaciated, barely taller than a bird's wing when he stood, said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you so much! We will remember your kindness for generations to come."

Returning to the island, Wu'er was astonished. The dwellings built of leaves and pebbles had all been replaced by towering, magnificent castles. The houses were neatly arranged, resembling a small country, even divided into different cities. What truly alarmed Wu'er was the sight of nobles, dressed in opulent robes, riding in magnificent carriages through the streets. But the number of emaciated, sallow-faced people hadn't decreased; in fact, there were even children begging in the streets. Even more alarming, it saw gleaming weapons and patrolling soldiers. The fertile iris-growing region to the north of the city was heavily guarded!

Wu'er struggled with its emotions for several minutes, shifting from anger to confusion to indifference and finally to coldness. The familiar figure atop the city's tower remained fixed on it. For a moment, it remembered many things. Wu'er opened its beak, but ultimately said nothing and flew away.

"Damn it, I forgot, these people..."