Fleece & Perfume (Remastered)
A soft, dreamlike, emotionally cinematic vocal performance by a queer femme artist with gentle breathy phrasing, subtle vibrato, and melodic prose-like phrasing, The voice carries a sense of nostalgia and sacred longing, like someone whisper-singing a memory from childhood, The tone is ethereal, confessional, and gentle — like walking through a mist of scent and memory, The style should feel like soft indie-pop meets ambient ballad, with minimal instrumentation: light piano, distant synth pads, subtle textures of perfume sprays and fabric rustling, The vocal delivery is clear but delicate, with occasional vocal doubling and whispered harmony lines, The song should feel like opening an old jewelry box and hearing the music play — intimate, suspended in time, and laced with love, Inspired by perfume, sacred relics, and queer coming-of-age
lime green fleece tucked in my closet still smells like her. Bayla on the sleeve — not a brand but an anointing. I wore that fleece like armor. like memory. like a yes I couldn’t say. we kissed on carpet. held breath by lockers. I misted the fleece before I saw her. three times. always. devotion. her dad smoked indoors. the smell followed us. she buried her face in my shoulder and said “you smell like the sky.” I didn’t know what that meant but I held it like scripture. everything about us was scented and secret and sweeter than sin. this is my perfume portal. this is my olfactory oath. if you ever smell Bayla again, remember: we were once holy in the hidden.
