Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath!
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
In the gay woods and in the golden air,
Like to a good old age released from care,
Journeying, in long serenity, away.
In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
Might wear out life like thee, ‘mid bowers and brooks
And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
And music of kind voices ever nigh;
And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.
– William Cullen Bryant
Dry, cold autumn wind. A rustle of red leaves, a touch of smoke and sap in the air.
twopeople007 –
I think I like it!
You can very much pick out the notes of hairspray, but it’s nostalgic for me lol. And it plays really nicely with the incense smells. It’s lighter than I expected, but reminds me of the one single goth shop in my small ass town
desertcryptid –
This perfume is bringing back scent memories of my teen years working at Hot Topic and spending too much time loitering around the mall, smoking where we shouldn’t have been. BPAL always works their magic, but I swear they went back in time and ripped this one straight from my edgy little teenage nostrils to create the perfect nostalgic scent.