Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old
This knight so bold
And o’er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.
And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow
“Shadow,” said he,
“Where can it be
This land of Eldorado?”
“Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,”
The shade replied
“If you seek for Eldorado!”
Copal resin incense blowing through halls of dazzling gold.
Gloame –
If this is what Prague smells like, I’m buying a ticket today. A bit of soap here, but it doesn’t bother me. It smells squeaky clean… like early summer before global warming.
Where I’d wear this: Right out of the bath in the summer
Andrea –
I’m high right now, so my senses are on high alert. That being said, I’m new to BPAL, finding them a few months ago. I’ve been drawn to the musky, saffron and amber sides of things. This, though, is rocking my world, and it’s totally different. It’s almost a subdued lemony smell of tiny daisies in the backyard at gamma’s house when you were seven. It’s the way you used to dust with mom’s old furniture polish, not knowing why that smell reminded you of her so much. It’s newly folded laundry, the kind hanging outside to dry as you go blackberry picking with your grandparents. It’s a bit too much of ladies perfume, but I think maybe with a splash of vanilla or possibly almond, this could be a real winner.