Spraying is Believing
Haven’t done a “Pirate Parfum” edition of the blog in a while so when I came across this trio of heaven-scent () fragrances I thought it might be time to get doused in some holy spritz.
A timeless cipher opening with a flourish of cloud cotton, rubbing down into fresh tilled dirt.
For the fervent nostril.
Linen cupboard +tap water veiling a fruity heart that sours by the hour.
The Exclamation Absolute!
A definitive essence based on cold marble, dry brush and molten copper.
You’ll need to take a French shower with one of these bottles after you listen to this fine Bruce Haack witchery. Topical, barely, but I’m in the mood.