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Dreams Shape the World Perfume Oil
$32.00
Dreams Shape the World Perfume Oil
$32.00
Amorphous streams and sparks of lavender fancies drifting through a moonlit musk, given form on this plane by fossilized amber and sweet agarwood.
Words by Neil Gaiman, art by David Mack.
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Slumbering minds drift off to planes of fancy that exceed reality once known. Inverted thoughts and blissful winks can shift as drastically to shrinking cries and somber sobs. Worlds left teetering outside of the waking hours.
When I first sniffed this from the bottle, I was met with something not only subtly sweet but something mellow and wafting. I was reminded in part of a serene section found in botanical gardens that lured me further into its depths.
Wet on the skin: Jarring and immediately I was thrust from my sense of known comforts. Eyes closed and I could see a landscape alien to the daily world I see. Curiosity made me want to slip further into this and not look back until the last moments played out.
Dry on the skin: What was once jarring is now so enticing. A wanting comfort of the familiar yet unfathomable drifts along with my senses. The lavender and musk bring the most subtle qualities to this while the amber and sweet agarwood keep it light and welcoming. The longer it wears the more I feel myself wanting to indulge the whims of the moment regardless of what may come next.
Final thoughts: This is a scent that truly invokes a feeling of being taken to a new realm of possibilities and wonder. Even as I write this, I feel a warmth and glow blanketing me.
The throw is not wide for this scent but it does make its presence known. Like any dream, it does not need to be bold to leave a lasting impression. I am excited to wear this on those nights where I feel restless and I need the blanketing touch of Dream of the Endless to coax me to his domain.