Nothing On But Her Perfume
SCENT NOTES: peony + rose petals + no mai tse lychee + silk & soft musk + sandalwood + baroque antiquities + bewitching florals
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It might be considered an improper thought—it certainly would be considered as much by any measure of his upbringing—but for him, when it came to her, nothing so mundane as propriety would or could ever matter.
She smiled back at him, knowing he was watching her, as she sipped her coffee from a tray the elves brought each day, prepared especially for her from the first day he'd brought her here.
She might be across the room, but his whole world still smelled like her and there was no way he'd rather have it. From the sheets to the air in the room, the scent of her mixed with the beautiful antiquity of this place; something bright and new blending into the old. He could always pick it out: peony and roses, and some kind of fierce, electric magic that was her aura. A subtle yet indelible, tangible mark that was quintessentially "her;" not a fantasy, but the real woman, here in all her glory; that this place was hers; that this man was hers.
And in turn, she was his.
He'd spent so long denying it, but now that he looked back it seemed like a kind of madness that he had so long deprived himself of the image he now beheld.
She was making her way back to him now, still smiling, hips swaying gently as she walked, caressed and made light by the dawn, every movement a wonder to him. Something about the tilt of her mouth was knowing—as if she predicted everything that was running through his mind as he stared.
She probably thought it was rather more salacious than it was, though, of course, there was a bit of that too. But chiefly and most importantly it was occurring to him more and more irrevocably that he may be entirely in love with her, down to the depths of his soul. And this was quite easily one of the ways he loved her the best, with the only things clinging to her being the remnants of her perfume and the memories of where his hands hand been.
This candle, frankly, smells more like a perfume than it does a candle in my estimation! I mean--it makes sense right? Ha! I really sought to capture Hermione here--a fierce heroine that would wear something that is as feminine as it is confident. It's quite complex but does present as the most outright floral of the collection. If you love peony and rose you will absolutely enjoy this. The lychee note here I think blends and bolsters the florals to add a slight kick, rather than necessarily standing alone. I do think, though, that it's balanced perfectly by its base of antique, warm woods and musk, giving the whole thing this ultra-elegant, high end kind of feel. Could be a lovely choice for people who loved "Good Girl" last year. (Though really that scent inspired nearly this whole collection so you really can't go wrong.)
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Hand poured with natural, vegan coconut soy wax and decorated with statice and rose petals.
These 7oz candles are made in champagne cream glass Antiquarian vessels.
SCENT NOTES: peony + rose petals + no mai tse lychee + silk & soft musk + sandalwood + baroque antiquities + bewitching florals
—
It might be considered an improper thought—it certainly would be considered as much by any measure of his upbringing—but for him, when it came to her, nothing so mundane as propriety would or could ever matter.
She smiled back at him, knowing he was watching her, as she sipped her coffee from a tray the elves brought each day, prepared especially for her from the first day he'd brought her here.
She might be across the room, but his whole world still smelled like her and there was no way he'd rather have it. From the sheets to the air in the room, the scent of her mixed with the beautiful antiquity of this place; something bright and new blending into the old. He could always pick it out: peony and roses, and some kind of fierce, electric magic that was her aura. A subtle yet indelible, tangible mark that was quintessentially "her;" not a fantasy, but the real woman, here in all her glory; that this place was hers; that this man was hers.
And in turn, she was his.
He'd spent so long denying it, but now that he looked back it seemed like a kind of madness that he had so long deprived himself of the image he now beheld.
She was making her way back to him now, still smiling, hips swaying gently as she walked, caressed and made light by the dawn, every movement a wonder to him. Something about the tilt of her mouth was knowing—as if she predicted everything that was running through his mind as he stared.
She probably thought it was rather more salacious than it was, though, of course, there was a bit of that too. But chiefly and most importantly it was occurring to him more and more irrevocably that he may be entirely in love with her, down to the depths of his soul. And this was quite easily one of the ways he loved her the best, with the only things clinging to her being the remnants of her perfume and the memories of where his hands hand been.
This candle, frankly, smells more like a perfume than it does a candle in my estimation! I mean--it makes sense right? Ha! I really sought to capture Hermione here--a fierce heroine that would wear something that is as feminine as it is confident. It's quite complex but does present as the most outright floral of the collection. If you love peony and rose you will absolutely enjoy this. The lychee note here I think blends and bolsters the florals to add a slight kick, rather than necessarily standing alone. I do think, though, that it's balanced perfectly by its base of antique, warm woods and musk, giving the whole thing this ultra-elegant, high end kind of feel. Could be a lovely choice for people who loved "Good Girl" last year. (Though really that scent inspired nearly this whole collection so you really can't go wrong.)
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Hand poured with natural, vegan coconut soy wax and decorated with statice and rose petals.
These 7oz candles are made in champagne cream glass Antiquarian vessels.
