Another story in which the human being suffers from the wound inflicted on the wer-wolf concerns a fine lady of Saintonge, who used to wander at night in the forests in the shape of a wolf. One day she caught her paw in a trap set by the hunters. This put an end to her nocturnal wanderings, and afterwards she had to keep a glove on the hand that had been trapped, to conceal the mutilation of two of her fingers.
Perfumed black silk encasing a mangled, blood-spattered talon of white sandalwood, ivory accord, and inky fur.
ashleymichellesamuel –
For me this is slightly reminiscent of Dragons Milk which is one of my favorite scents they don’t sell anymore. I like this a lot. Sweet but not cloyingly so with slightly dark, musky undertones. Neither overpowers the other, it is perfectly balanced. Very sexy.