Tristran put down his wooden cup of tea, and stood up, offended.
“What,” he asked, in what he was certain were lofty and scornful tones, “would possibly make you imagine that my lady-love would have sent me on some foolish errand?”
The little man stared up at him with eyes like beads of jet. “Because that’s the only reason a lad like you would be stupid enough to cross the border into Faerie. The only ones who ever come here from your lands are the minstrels, and the lovers, and the mad. And you don’t look like much of a minstrel, and you’re – pardon me saying so, lad, but it’s true – ordinary as cheese-crumbs. So it’s love, if you ask me.”
“Because,” announces Tristran, “every lover is in his heart a madman, and in his head a minstrel.”
Dust on your trousers, mud on your boots, and stars in your eyes: redwood, tonka bean, white sandalwood, lemon peel, patchouli, rosewood, coriander, and crushed mint.
anna.macniven –
This perfume makes me feel like a glamorous and dangerous snow queen. The first few minutes of wearing it smelled a little harsh and acidic, but it quickly mellows. Within a few minutes it blends into a smell like sweetened pine and notes of lush red apple, with a glittering edge of snow. I wore it all winter.
Gloame –
I wouldn’t have thought I would like this if I’d been buying from the Lab’s website, but I got to sniff it at a Lunacy event and omg. Bought it immediately. Lemon often goes Pledge on me, so I tend to avoid it, and I have loads of pine already (which tends to amp). I expected this to smell like cold Pledge on a pine table. It doesn’t. The lemon is a sugared lemon, maybe from the apple. Apple’s another hit-or-miss for me, but it’s a hit here — probably because I can barely smell it. And over all that is the snow note. Beautiful. When I bought this, I thought I might be able to give up my Snow White bottle because I thought I’d have enough snow notes. But I need both.
Where I’d wear this: New Years Eve, Seattle