Dark hills against a hollow crocus sky
Scarfed with its crimson pennons, and below
The dome of sunset long, hushed valleys lie
Cradling the twilight, where the lone winds blow
And wake among the harps of leafless trees
Fantastic runes and mournful melodies.
The chilly purple air is threaded through
With silver from the rising moon afar,
And from a gulf of clear, unfathomed blue
In the southwest glimmers a great gold star
Above the darkening druid glens of fir
Where beckoning boughs and elfin voices stir.
And so I wander through the shadows still,
And look and listen with a rapt delight,
Pausing again and yet again at will
To drink the elusive beauty of the night,
Until my soul is filled, as some deep cup,
That with divine enchantment is brimmed up. -- Lucy Maud Montgomery (1916)
A meditative rumination of dying leaves, smoked autumnal spices, dried grasses and fungi, Tibetan incense, cedarwood, rum soaked agarwood, and borneol.
October 2018, Limited Edition, available while supplies last. Clear glass bottle with steel rollerball.
What buyers are saying:
One of my absolute favorite scents and really feels like autumn. The incense and spices come out more on me when it dries down and it's a comforting, warm scent. I wear this frequently.
So, so, good! Spicy, moody, meditative forest fragrance with an incense note to die for. Love this one to pieces …
Such a beautiful scent for Autumn! Each note is there comforting and warming like rays of sunshine on a cool breezy fall day... I want to live in the place this scent inspires in my head.