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The Lilac Wood Perfume Oil
$32.00
The Lilac Wood Perfume Oil
$32.00
It was always spring in her forest, because she lived there, and she wandered all day among the great beech trees, keeping watch over the animals that lived in the ground and under bushes, in nests and caves, earths and treetops. Generation after generation, wolves and rabbits alike, they hunted and loved and had children and died, and as the unicorn did none of these things, she never grew tired of watching them.
Ageless trees, everblooming flowers, brilliant grass, a flicker of fireflies, and soft shadows.
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“So very long a time,” said a voice.
“Aye. Time beyond reckoning,” said another voice.
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“No,” said Coraline. “She won’t.”
There was silence then in the room behind the mirror.
“Peradventure,” said a voice in the darkness, “if you could win your mamma and your papa back from the beldam, you could also win free our souls.” “Has she taken them?” asked Coraline, shocked.
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“And what will happen to you if I do?” asked Coraline.
The voices said nothing.
“And what is she going to do to me?” she said.
The pale figures pulsed faintly; she could imagine that they were nothing more than afterimages, like the glow left by a bright light in your eyes, after the lights go out.
“It doth not hurt,” whispered one faint voice.
“She will take your life and all you are and all you care’st for, and she will leave you with nothing but mist and fog. She’ll take your joy. And one day you’ll awake and your heart and your soul will have gone. A husk you’ll be, a wisp you’ll be, and a thing no more than a dream on waking, or a memory of something forgotten.”
“Hollow,” whispered the third voice. “Hollow, hollow, hollow, hollow, hollow.”
I based the scent on a description of the characters that Neil sent to me in an email:
“Well, I like the idea that it would contain flowers and flame and fairy things… but from so long ago that they’ve almost forgotten who they are. So it would be a ghost perfume….”
In the perfume, I also tried to capture the blue-violet-white of an afterimage and the silence of a snuffed candle. The scent is dry with age, taut with loss, grief, and heartbreak, and sorrowful in the unspeakable desolation of simply being forgotten.
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Cypress wood and dry grasses, sun-baked stone, faded incense, and olive leaves.
Claire –
This is a very lovely scent. It starts out smelling very strongly of fresh grass and greenery (especially in the bottle), but it softens a bit when worn, balanced out by the scent of lilac and hints of other flowers. It really does capture a verdant forest and the scent is very lasting through the day.
oonakali –
My most beloved scent made by BPAL I love to get it once more even by a different name never wanted to surround myself in a smell as much as this. It is the hope of spring and the lilac bush out in front of my house after a spring rain.
wickedphd –
When I was a little girl, my grandmother had a lilac bush that, to tiny me, was as large as a tree. I used to play under it all day and into dusk when I parents picked me. This scent is that lilac bush, and my childhood under it, in a bottle. The first time I sniffed it I burst into tears. I hope it restocks soon.
WinteryCate –
Absolutely exquisite. This is the scent of an ancient, moon-dappled forest when the lilacs are all in full bloom. Rather than being a strong floral, it’s a damp, green scent that captures lilac blossoms just as they’re opening. I’d say it’s either a more mature scent, or one that’s better suited to magical summer evenings.
When I wear it to bed, I have the most incredible dreams…
Leona –
A very grassy, green scent. Like broken green twigs and moss, and some sort of floral scent I can’t quite identify but it makes me think of the forests that I used to play in as a child. Perhaps moon flowers?
All in all a beautiful scent, very clean and dry.