It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train – a shapeless congerie of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter.
An amorphous, radiant, incandescent scent. Ever changing, protoplasmic and primordial: white amber, green coconut meat, iris, palmarosa, Chinese peony, lime, water lily, snowdrop, muguet, lemongrass, osmanthus, wisteria, glassy musk, and hinoki.
Tiffany –
It really does smell like night time in a bottle. Slightly sweet, but and somehow soft. It reminds me of Anne Magill’s paintings. The scent settles into a powdery smell on my skin. It is very beautiful, I bought it on a whim and I highly recommend. It’s such a beautiful scent, I can’t get enough.