When wet I get that crisp, stem-green pureness that made me fall in love with neroli so long ago. I love its freshness - when I smell it I crave citrus sodapop and sundresses. Alas the tang of neroli fades all too quickly, leaving behind the scent of eau de cologne. I want to put my hair in Heidi braids and gather blossoms from trees, put them in my basket, behind my ear. Neroli does smell like springtime, gay yellow ribbons and meadows.