The girl in orange boot

I want to recreate my favorite painting.  
I want it as a perfume.  
So it goes like this.  
Her earthy body,  
Whitish,  
With long legs,  
With seductively angled up shapes.  
Missing material at the most feminine parts.  
Like the baby waist.  
Feminine neck,  
Long lean thight.  
She is wearing an orange sock,  
On one of her leg.  
It is all music being played.  
I just have to pick up the note.  
Put it into the accord  
…giving it the shade.  
It comes from the soil, sustained on water.  
….I need some woody flavor!  
As a reminiscent of celebrating earth.  
It all comes elegant,  
Livable.  
Encrypted the symbol,  
the green stem, and white bud of rose of may.  
 
Further…  
Her orange sock!?  
Right there over her thight!?  
It is so exotic!  
So spicy!  
Bursting in laughters of orange color.  
On destiny trap of your eyes.  
Under the fate of surrender!  
All on exotic orange approach!  
This note.  
Encrypted.  
It is any fruit of earth,  
Playing it.  
Enjoying,  
The bouqet of scents,  
rose of may bud playing with his little brother,  
or the orange socked girl!?  
I cannot distinguish which one is the perfume now?