{"product_id":"he-wore-fig-in-autumn-edp","title":"He Wore Fig in Autumn","description":"\u003cp class=\"\" data-end=\"350\" data-start=\"129\"\u003eIn the year the leaves turned late, she met him at a bookstall tucked beneath a copper canopy of trees. He wore a threadbare coat, carried a notebook without lines, and spoke with pauses that made her listen more closely.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"\" data-end=\"458\" data-start=\"352\"\u003eShe would remember him not for what he said, but for the way the air seemed to shift whenever he was near.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"\" data-end=\"820\" data-start=\"460\"\u003eThere was something earthy, tender, and green about him. It reminded her of the fig trees from her childhood, still warm from the sun. Beneath that, she sensed a deeper warmth: plum-rich, touched with cinnamon, and layered with something she couldn’t quite define. It was a blend of resin, vanilla, and smoke, the kind that lingers quietly in the folds of time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"\" data-end=\"1041\" data-start=\"822\"\u003eThey wandered through parks brushed in gold, drank tea that steamed against the cold, and parted without making promises. He left without a word, slipping away with the quiet certainty of autumn, gentle and unexplained.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"\" data-end=\"1182\" data-start=\"1043\"\u003eYears later, when that familiar scent drifted past her again, she found the courage to whisper, “Do you remember me? My name is Francesca.”\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Epilogue","offers":[{"title":"50ml","offer_id":40612804493376,"sku":"","price":170.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0577\/3505\/3376\/files\/heworefiginautumn-square.png?v=1774682306","url":"https:\/\/epilogue.sg\/en-us\/products\/he-wore-fig-in-autumn-edp","provider":"Epilogue","version":"1.0","type":"link"}