I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.
My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be supprest.
Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink, be high or low.
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die and so forget what love ere meant.
Inspired by the tragic, ill-fated love of Queen Elizabeth I and the Earl of Leicester. This is our modernization of a 17th-century perfume blend favored by British aristocracy: rosemary, orange flower, grape spirit, five rose variants, lemon peel, and mint.
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.