“When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.”
-William Shakespeare - Hamlet
Sitting beneath a willow tree on a sun warmed log, the vibrant green and gold of the light makes the deep still pool in front of you seem bottomless.
Pristine white lilies, and shining red currant glisten on their stems. Something shifts beneath the pools surface...a face, a hand... the dark waters keep its secrets hidden.
The wind whispers lightly through the grove, caressing your hair, stirring sweet nectar from the life around you.
Should you go?
Will gently submerging even a toe bring up secrets from it's depths?
The thought rolls around in your mind like swirling cream in tea. So much life and light around you, never diverting enough from deep and still water.
Sweet scent marks and masks her watery grave.
A delicately floral and verdant scent with top notes of juicy fruits, mandarin, bergamot, red currant, and basil settle beautifly into heart notes of jasmine, rose, geranium, ginger, thyme, and oakmoss. Ophelia’s Altar lingers on the skin and in the mind through its base notes of white tea, balsam, rhubarb, sandalwood, amber, chrysanthemum, and tonka. All coming together to create a complex floral perfume that will surely befuddle and beguile.