‘Tis said that when
The hands of men
Tamed this primeval wood,
And hoary trees with groans of woe,
Like warriors by an unknown foe,
Were in their strength subdued,
The virgin Earth Gave instant birth
To springs that ne’er did flow
That in the sun Did rivulets run,
And all around rare flowers did blow
The wild rose pale Perfumed the gale
And the queenly lily adown the dale
(Whom the sun and the dew
And the winds did woo),
With the gourd and the grape luxuriant grew.
So when in tears
The love of years
Is wasted like the snow,
And the fine fibrils of its life
By the rude wrong of instant strife
Are broken at a blow
Within the heart
Do springs upstart
Of which it doth now know,
And strange, sweet dreams,
Like silent streams
That from new fountains overflow,
With the earlier tide
Of rivers glide
Deep in the heart whose hope has died —
Quenching the fires its ashes hide, —
Its ashes, whence will spring and grow
Sweet flowers, ere long,
The rare and radiant flowers of song!
A sunlit ancient forest, dotted with wild roses, grape vine, and queenly lilies, clothed in swirls of opium smoke.
grateful_mama –
Reminds me of a flowery violet candy that I love.. I used to leave it in my car, and it would make the vehicle smell like powdery, chalky violet. Very floral when wet, shifting to dusty violets when dry. I kept expecting it to go to powder scent, but it never did. The violet scent lasted for hours.
Verdict- It smells like violet candy, dusty feathers and oppressive sunlight. Definitely buying a bottle.
Sabrina –
Growing up I had an adored Violet perfume, just violet nothing else. This is very reminiscent of that. It reminds me most though of Violet Candy. Little purple squares of flowery hard candy that my family loves. I can’t stand floral tastes but I have always loved the smell of that candy. It’s very cool to me that a lot of these perfumes I’ve ordered invoke such strong scent memories in me. Keep up the good work!
Heather –
The Neroli and Iris and very prominent wet, almost too much so. The throw on this is very strong also. About 4 hours later the neroli and iris take a back seat to the musk, sandalwood and violet and over all it becomes a wonderfully soft, subtle and powdery close to the skin scent that I adore.
Gloame –
The scent of old, dried flowers hitting you as you open a chest in a forgotten attic. It flies at you almost like a raven and then settles down. You can forget about it until you stir it up again.
Soft, dried, floral, Victorian.
fluffydeathkitty –
A light, ghostly scent. Something in it reminds me of rosewater, accompanied by a bouquet of delicate flowers.