No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend’s
Or of thine own were:
Any man’s death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
– John Donne
Warm, dark patchouli, hazelnut cream, coffee bean, cassis, tonka bean, purple sage, and bourbon vanilla.
Proceeds from the sale of this oil will be donated to the Los Angeles Food Bank so we can do our part to prevent and ameliorate food scarcity in the community.
Gloame –
Smells very fresh and clean, like spring flowers. It’s uplifting and pretty. I’ve been reaching for it a lot just for daily wear by itself.
mercutiorocketh –
Credentials: First-ever order from BPAL, first-ever perfume order from anywhere. Neophyte. Chose this as a somewhat selfish means of hurricane relief donation.
At first: A sweet, deep-throated wildflower nectar brushes against the biting spice of pollen.
But then: Uncloying, the nectar blooms and balances with the pollen.
After time: The posy’s depth fades but wilts not, ever true to itself.
Thematic analysis: My Texas friend (born and raised near San Antonio) informs me bluebonnets don’t smell like aught. Instead, this scent is what the honeybee detects–or represents the blossoms’ humid summer dreams, their bonnets drooped down over drowsy blue eyes.
Overall: The pure, winsome nature of this scent does justice to the unflagging and hopeful people its proceeds intend to benefit.