When I first wore this last year, I was put off because it immediately turned into cat piss.
I’ve barely worn it all year.
I came back to it and tried it today. OMFG.
Wet: It’s a misty purple scent, and the note I think was the cat piss is now simply an edge of musky smoke. There’s something almost boozy about this - a heady cherry wine, or the aftermath of a party covered with patchouli so your mother doesn’t smell what’s been smoked. This is slowly turning grassy and green.
Dry: Lilac leaf powder. A combination of powdered sencha tea and Parma Violets (mind, everything smells of Parma Violets to me). So green and yet so spooky. This is not a daytime fresh field scent. This is graveyard grass on a frosty November night; grass that crackles and breaks, alongside the out-of-season petals fallen from the grave offerings.
This is utterly glorious. It’s beautiful. I think I’m almost high on it. What a difference a year makes
