Bazil (Bergamot, Cherry & Tobacco leaf) StrongThe Story They call me the quiet storm As the morning winds depart from the sun carving through the soft cushions of the clouds, I am in confidential calmness. The sky remains in slumber, unfazed by the presence of the winds and their cycles. Thus, I look off to see the sun hiding in the clouds catching smiles as it chase the waters, waving at the sands. (sighing) Such a relief knowing that my presence is made known amongst the atmospheric origins of