Some consider December’s full moon to be Snow Moon, but the cold, bleak white silence of February also bears the name. Snowfall is at its heaviest, food is scarce, the past year’s harvest has been exhausted, and driving winds, sleet, and bitter cold make hunting near-impossible. It is a desolate time, a solitary time, a time of conservation and introspection; in February, we are confronted with loneliness and want, and are challenged to find strength in the darkness.
Snow, endless snow, and a glimmer of hope illuminated by the reflection of Brigid’s flame. Snowdrops pushing through a pale white blanket of crystalline musk, pale white frozen apples, white tea leaf, yuzu, and angelica root.
Art by Drew Rausch!
VetchVespers –
On me, this dries down to a gentle, powdery musk with hints of vanilla. The vanilla is dry rather than dark or foody. The benzoin adds a hint of resinous depth and sweetness, and reminds me a teensy bit of root beer at first. By the time the notes have settled down on my skin though, Love’s Baby Soft and China Rain are coming to mind. Pretty, soft, unobtrusive musk that stays close to the skin.
thepotatogirlz –
This dances on the weird (but very good) line between church and ice cream shop. It reminds me of an old-lady-ish version of Dorian or Miskatonic University, but in an appealing, comforting way. It’s addicting and I’ll be wearing it often.