ghoulnextdoor Report post Posted December 21, 2024 The Season of Ghosts opens with the candies that lived in grandmother's crystal dishes - the confectionary citrus sweetness of pillowy circus peanuts and tangy jellied oranges glowing like stained glass. But it's the turn it takes, the transformation that haunts: a slow bloom of golden musty glamour that hints at powder puffs and hat veils, of the musky, mossy, bronze grandeur of those perfumes that filled rooms with their presence and lingered for days in fur coats. It's finding faded sepia-tinted photos in an ornate old candy tin of your grandmother from that unmistakable era, each image radiating the warmth of a moment when time moved slower and youth seems older than our own age now, more weighted with substance and shadow. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ennikar Report post Posted March 1 2024 version. As above, I found the opening to be really reminiscent of citrus candies, those free orange suckers I used to get when my parents went to the bank. As it dries, it gets more musky, less candied, and just a tiny bit floral. The citrus notes stick around for a good while, which is nice, but I can be picky with citrus smells and this one is a little too lollipop for me. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
