Figs

fig tree | I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

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Fig Faeth

ventanales fig

fig tea

Tggjv | Fig. V hg

Yesterday Haze by Imaginary Authors | Part 2 of outfits I associate with Imaginary Authors Scents. Yesterday Haze has notes of Fig, Iris, Cream, Tonka, Tree Bark, Walnut Bitters, Orchard Dust