green woodsy fern
A powerful, bold and absolutely upfront Green or 'fougere' scent conjures visons of raindrops making leaves dance, fern fronds laden with moisture; springing back once the watery load has been dispensed down to the ground. A combination of smokey woods, resins and floral ribbons mimic the ozonic resonance after lightening, with the dissonance of those 'untimed' cracks of thunder, sounding like the sky is splitting open. All these combine to produce the message 'The world is topsy turvy and unpredictable'...but still, we can't take our eyes off it.
Rain softens as it dries down with earthy sweetness and an almost 'caramel' botanical musk. With tenacious longevity, it will last for around 4 to 6 hours. I advise wearing a Perfume Base to extend the life of your botanical perfume.
Fragrance Notes: Fern, Vanilla, Cedarwood, Caramel, Resin, Smoke, Rose, White Blossom, Fennel, Vetiver with artisan botanical accords, infusions and tinctures in organic botanic alcohol.
Energy Signature: Freshly trampled fronds and ferns along a rain washed trail. Dark, soaked, rich earth and fragrant gardens drizzled with passing showers.
Timing: Anytime day or night - wear it to attract wayfinders, storm-watchers, daydreamers and stargazers
Made with botanical essences of Tomato Leaf and Blossom (faith in the future, travel, eternal life force) and Vanilla Orchid (comfort, assistance, companionship), with Aquamarine Crystal Essence to enhance communication and heart-mind energy.
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Rain Botanical Eau de Parfum
Petrichorial longings; fresh water on green fern and the crack of thunder.
Living in Queensland, Australia, the smell of rain is longed for and welcomed. Ever since I was a child I've enjoyed the excitement of a thunderstorm and that otherworldly quality of light that comes after cleansing the atmosphere with lightening and thunder.
Sometimes we'd be able to smell the charred wood and burnt sap of a not-so-far-off lightening strike. It was an aromatic that triggered something deeply satisfying and terrifying inside me.
Perhaps a primal memory activated. Run. Hide. Take cover. And yet also marvelling at the sheer power and ferocity that nature can muster in a split second.
