Brand: Wylde Ivy
The sweet base of bourbon vanilla and warm musk mingled with crushed tonka beans and resinous amber, dried chapparal and sandalwood, and smoked vetiver and nutmeg.
By chance she crossed his path. By chance his eyes found hers. When the curtain fell, it fell silently. The curtain of magic that hid him, the true him, from the world. She saw him. He saw her. In those few moments, seconds at most, she had seen him. It was not the him that he presented to the world. That slipped away when he looked into those deep blue bottomless pools of her eyes and the memory came flooding back. What he used to be. What she used to be to him. Lifetimes ago. They had come full circle, back again through impossible spans of time and place. Yet here she was, face to face with a monster. Face to face with him. But still, she looked at him with all the knowing and and love of their past selves. Looked into the eyes of a thing, a terrible demon, and still her gentle warmth rushed towards him.
No he could not have it. It had doomed them before, it couldn’t be. He’d spent centuries wish mongering for filthy people as a punishment, as a sacrifice that she may be at peace. Oh the pain of those granted wishes. What was that spell again? What was needed for forgetting….the dust of a star, an unspoken hope, a splinter of a soul, and just a touch of brimstone.
Released: Halloween Collection