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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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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.