Behind the diminutive stage, the puppet mistress stands, a pale and grinning Professor, the Lady of Chaos. Her hands are tangled in web-like strings; a swazzle peeks through her violet lips. Behind her, you see a wavering image, with all the vague haziness of a mirage: a leaping coyote, a flame-haired and scarred Norseman, a glittering golden spider, a laughing monkey, a leering satyr, a shadowy flutist, and an African youth dressed in black and red.
Jasmine sambac, dark musk, violet water, vanilla bean and mimosa.
april –
This is a delicious, juicy, fruity floral. The sweet bite of orange blossom is what I pick up on first, and it’s almost like if Persephone had orange blossom instead of rose, though this is less tart. As it dries down, I get a swirl of incense that reminds me of growing up near a beach town and going into the hippie shops on the boardwalk. This is gorgeous and perfect for summer.