Entangled
SCENT NOTES: rare orris + rich wood antiques + grapefruit zest + wild raspberries + fallen petals & spells + cream liquor musk + fine linens
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He wakes in a bit of a haze, gasping, the remains of the dream he was having lingering blearily on the edges of his consciousness. Darkness wends its way around his heart, twisting his chest with a familiar tension, even as his brain knows full well none of it had been real...not anymore, at least. And then, from just outside himself: a whisper, little more than a hum. "Come back to me..." Fingers thread gently through his hair; a leg twines its way through his own. Curtains in the distance sway slightly in the warm autumn breeze, silken fabric so gossamer they were ghostly, carrying in the smells of the ground's enchanted orchards to twist around the antique furniture and combine in symphony with the leafy flora that climbs the walls of the room. The first filaments of golden sunlight, threading through the blue of the first hours of the day, alit upon the skin of his companion, turning her golden--though to him she always was. Beneath his hands soft skin flexes and shifts against him; she having awoken at the same time that he did, shifting the white petals that cover them both, fallen last night from the enchanted floral canopy above the bed. Her voice is a soft susseration against his ear; her lips ghost over his mouth, over his cheeks, as she whispers, "I'm here." Wrapping his arms around her he pulls her closer, finally closing his eyes again as he leans his forehead against hers. She's here. They're safe. He's home and his home is her.
"Entangled" is soft and mysterious to the point that it's almost a little difficult to describe to people. I was seeking to capture the beauty of morning light and the tangle of soft linens and I think that's exactly the energy the scent captures; the ethereality of light dancing off of dust motes and the sweet birdsong of the earliest, hazy hours of the day. It is no surprise that rare orris, a prized ingredient in perfumery, takes center stage, a floral quality that blends seamlessly into a soft creamy woodsiness, with the slight citrus and ripe fruitness of the raspberry serving to balance all of the softness with a light pop of color. Even though the "fallen petals & spells" note is quite whimsical, it's also very true in my mind and frankly the spirit of this scent. "Entangled" is simply enchanting.
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Hand poured with natural, vegan coconut soy wax and decorated with crushed rose leaves, mimosa leaves, chamomile flowers, and chrysanthemum petals.
These 7oz candles are made in emerald glass Antiquarian vessels.
SCENT NOTES: rare orris + rich wood antiques + grapefruit zest + wild raspberries + fallen petals & spells + cream liquor musk + fine linens
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He wakes in a bit of a haze, gasping, the remains of the dream he was having lingering blearily on the edges of his consciousness. Darkness wends its way around his heart, twisting his chest with a familiar tension, even as his brain knows full well none of it had been real...not anymore, at least. And then, from just outside himself: a whisper, little more than a hum. "Come back to me..." Fingers thread gently through his hair; a leg twines its way through his own. Curtains in the distance sway slightly in the warm autumn breeze, silken fabric so gossamer they were ghostly, carrying in the smells of the ground's enchanted orchards to twist around the antique furniture and combine in symphony with the leafy flora that climbs the walls of the room. The first filaments of golden sunlight, threading through the blue of the first hours of the day, alit upon the skin of his companion, turning her golden--though to him she always was. Beneath his hands soft skin flexes and shifts against him; she having awoken at the same time that he did, shifting the white petals that cover them both, fallen last night from the enchanted floral canopy above the bed. Her voice is a soft susseration against his ear; her lips ghost over his mouth, over his cheeks, as she whispers, "I'm here." Wrapping his arms around her he pulls her closer, finally closing his eyes again as he leans his forehead against hers. She's here. They're safe. He's home and his home is her.
"Entangled" is soft and mysterious to the point that it's almost a little difficult to describe to people. I was seeking to capture the beauty of morning light and the tangle of soft linens and I think that's exactly the energy the scent captures; the ethereality of light dancing off of dust motes and the sweet birdsong of the earliest, hazy hours of the day. It is no surprise that rare orris, a prized ingredient in perfumery, takes center stage, a floral quality that blends seamlessly into a soft creamy woodsiness, with the slight citrus and ripe fruitness of the raspberry serving to balance all of the softness with a light pop of color. Even though the "fallen petals & spells" note is quite whimsical, it's also very true in my mind and frankly the spirit of this scent. "Entangled" is simply enchanting.
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Hand poured with natural, vegan coconut soy wax and decorated with crushed rose leaves, mimosa leaves, chamomile flowers, and chrysanthemum petals.
These 7oz candles are made in emerald glass Antiquarian vessels.
