Cashmere Wool

  • Frozen Pulse and Heart of Fire Perfume Oil

    O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,

    What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn

    Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn

    Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire

    The streams than under ice. June could not hire

    Her roses to forego the strength they learn

    In sleeping on thy breast. No fires can burn

    The bridges thou dost lay where men desire

    In vain to build.

                                 O Heart, when Love’s sun goes

    To northward, and the sounds of singing cease,

    Keep warm by inner fires, and rest in peace.

    Sleep on content, as sleeps the patient rose.

    Walk boldly on the white untrodden snows,

    The winter is the winter’s own release.

    – Helen Hunt Jackson


    Contentment, a soul warmed by inner fires: cashmere wool, Atlas cedar, and sweet amber with caramelized vetiver, chestnut, and hazelnut cream.

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