Blizzard Perfume Oil
$29.00
Blizzard Perfume Oil
$29.00
Snow:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down —
the blizzard
drifts its weight
deeper and deeper for three days
or sixty years, eh? Then
the sun! a clutter of
yellow and blue flakes —
Hairy looking trees stand out
in long alleys
over a wild solitude.
The man turns and there —
his solitary track stretched out
upon the world.
– William Carlos Williams
A solitary track stretched out upon the world: grey amber and white oud, ti leaf, vanilla ash and white sandalwood.
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