It's hard to get anything out of it, in fact. Jason tried this one on almost first of all of the imps we got, and it was a surprisingly odd scent on him. A dream that feels better than real life. I seem to think it would provoke beautiful dreams, the kind one remembers fondly for years. Memories, warmth, honey, green, gold, leaves, blue sky, pigtails, ribbons, bare knees, bare arms, ice cream, caramel, sweetness, innocence, carefree youth, whistling, whittling, skipping, crunchy sugar, fresh sweat, new love, amber- that's it! A beautiful moment caught in amber forever. This is a scent of golden honey, the sun shining through leaves, a cool breeze, grass warm and soft, learning against something strong, feeling free and easy as time slows to a standstill. Or maybe a caramel sunday dripping down your arms, with your hair in pigtails, still in the apple orchard, laughing with a golden-haired boy who might like you. A honey-colored afternoon, when one simply must be wearing a cool, swishy skirt and going barefoot in the soft grass. If you likey likey Lush's Honey, I Washed the Kids, then you are going to *LOVE* The Hesperides!!! It is the same scent, except lovelier.Ĭaramel apples eaten in a sunny grove, lots of sunlight and green leaves and gooey drippiness. It’s more straightforwardly appley on my skin – I don’t get the moonlit-orchard thing as much – but it’s still really gorgeous. Wearing: Wonderfully tart, but there’s a hint of sweetness around the core. Here’s an obscure reference: If anyone ever played the old Sierra game Hero’s Quest – the really old one, in 16 colors, before they changed the name of the series to Quest for Glory, back when you had to do such mundane things as type in commands! – this scent is what I imagine Erana’s Peace would smell like at night. A quiet night in an orchard in full fruit, sitting in contemplation in a patch of moonlight on the grass. Their perfume is that of sturdy oak bark, dew-kissed leaves, twilight mist and crisp apple.įirst sniff: Apples of gold, twined with greenery and soft flowers. Within their garden lives the tree that bears Hera’s sacred Golden Apples. The Hesperides are the Nymphs of the Evening who dwell in a verdant garden located in the Arcadian Mountains, guarded by the terrible three-headed dragon, Ladon.
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