The Ghost -
Softly as brown-eyed Angels rove
I will return to thy alcove,
And glide upon the night to thee,
Treading the shadows silently.
And I will give to thee, my own,
Kisses as icy as the moon,
And the caresses of a snake
Cold gliding in the thorny brake.
And when returns the livid morn
Thou shalt find all my place forlorn
And chilly, till the falling night.
Others would rule by tenderness
Over thy life and youthfulness,
But I would conquer thee by fright!
A thin, sinuous, creeping chill, the scent of glee-filled undeath: white iris, osmanthus, Calla lily, tomb-crawling ivy and a coffin spray of gladiolus, lisianthus and delphinium.
In the vial, very sharp and green. Reminiscent of that tang of freshly cut greenery. Colorwise, I'm getting just that - Green. The sappy green of a fresh cut stem.
Wet on my skin, still very green. I'm getting a lot of ivy and a lot of lily. Not unpleasant, but not what I wanted.
10-15 minute dry-down - Still ivy, but there's a weird floral that I'm not familiar with. I'm not caring much for it.
1 hour dry-down - Holy flowers! I smell like aloe shampoo and a spray of funeral flowers. Not liking this one.
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