Cashmere
Musk
Orbitone®
Silk
White amber09/19/2024
Mlleghoul
461 Reviews
Mlleghoul
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Of wild darkness and luminous scars
On The Wing from Arcana Wildcraft is an EDP flanker of their Moth Like Stars perfume oil, which I understand is meant to be a fancier, more luxurious version of the original. I haven’t tried Moth Like Stars, but I can tell you that On The Wing is a confoundingly gorgeous study in contradiction.
It opens with a balsamic sheerness, a paradoxical shimmering shadow. When you think of skin scents, you probably think subtle, delicate, and intimate... but what of, say, Maleficent's skin scent? It's not just clean, soft, and simple.
Imagine a fragrance that embraces both light and shadow, a scent that sighs and susurrates with complexity and depth, that embodies the beautiful…and the terrible. Take what you thought you knew of skin-like fragrances and remix it with the most masterful, barest glimmer of midnight glamour and gothic opulence. As it unfurls, this effervescent richness ebbs and flows - champagne bubbles rising through inky depths or the cold vapors of the void with an incandescent vein of cosmic dust.
This juxtaposition of light and heavy is disorienting, an olfactory illusion that tricks the senses. You're wearing a scent as weighty as a motheaten cloak, yet as insubstantial as mist. It's the broken-winged beating of the hollow heart, the devastating language of wounds, the darkness that embraces everything.
On The Wing rasps a silken truth: you do not have to be whole or perfect or even good to claim your own skin. Your wild darkness and your luminous scars are part of your magic, so wear it like you mean it, in all that contradictory glory.
It opens with a balsamic sheerness, a paradoxical shimmering shadow. When you think of skin scents, you probably think subtle, delicate, and intimate... but what of, say, Maleficent's skin scent? It's not just clean, soft, and simple.
Imagine a fragrance that embraces both light and shadow, a scent that sighs and susurrates with complexity and depth, that embodies the beautiful…and the terrible. Take what you thought you knew of skin-like fragrances and remix it with the most masterful, barest glimmer of midnight glamour and gothic opulence. As it unfurls, this effervescent richness ebbs and flows - champagne bubbles rising through inky depths or the cold vapors of the void with an incandescent vein of cosmic dust.
This juxtaposition of light and heavy is disorienting, an olfactory illusion that tricks the senses. You're wearing a scent as weighty as a motheaten cloak, yet as insubstantial as mist. It's the broken-winged beating of the hollow heart, the devastating language of wounds, the darkness that embraces everything.
On The Wing rasps a silken truth: you do not have to be whole or perfect or even good to claim your own skin. Your wild darkness and your luminous scars are part of your magic, so wear it like you mean it, in all that contradictory glory.
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