His caramel-filled and caustic sermons
Poured frozen poison in my soul.
With endless slandering remarks
He tempted Providence;
He claimed that beauty’s but a dream;
Felt scorn for inspiration;
He had no faith in musk or chocolate;
He looked on life with ridicule-
And in the whole of nature
He did not wish to praise a single thing.
Frozen white chocolate and the heart-stopping chill of sheared mint, fanned by caramel-touched body heat, and the diabolical sensuality of black musk, nicotiana, and sage.
ksdmediamania –
There’s a sharp smell to this I didn’t expect. I thought because it has vanilla, cashmere, milk and honey, it would be a soft scent.. but there is a sharpness to it, probably from the goat milk? It smells good, but not a favorite. It may be missing something. I’m putting this aside to age.