Frosted Moon

Lune de Givre

Cloon Keen Atelier 2013

I take off my shoes. My feet gently touch the forest floor. Dewdrops are already forming on the velvety moss cushions, but the smooth, round stones release the warmth of the day only slowly. The trees also breathe warmth against the coolness of the night. I pause, not wanting to tear myself away from this feeling just yet. My path leads down to the moor lake, which hides at the edge of the clearing. Whispering, small waves lap at the shore. A late blackbird sings its bittersweet song. Suddenly, I am again a little girl with braids and striped socks. Even in my parents' garden, the song of the blackbird accompanies me as I swing in the twilight on the swing, waiting for my mother to call me into the house, where golden light glimmers behind the windows.
The water of the lake welcomes me with an embrace. Gentle and warm at the surface. Only when I dive deeper does a pleasantly cool shiver wash over me. I let myself drift. The water carries me. Moonlight shimmers on my skin. How long do I linger like this? I do not know. Minutes, hours, an eternity … What is time anyway?
Back on the shore, I stretch out on the round stones. I enjoy their warmth on my cool skin. Water droplets bead from my hair and sink into the soft moss.

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Now it has happened: I have become something I never wanted to be. Namely, a woman with a bunker bottle. But what could I have done? The need was great. After all, this is about Lune de Givre, or Frosted Moon, which was renamed and then discontinued. Rest in peace, my gentle friend and faithful companion! This fragrance was originally composed by perfumer Delphine Thierry for her own use until Margaret Mangan and Julian Checkley managed to extract the formula of this ethereal beauty for their newly founded perfume label Cloon Keen.
Frosted Moon is a delicate, transparent iris scent that starts with earthy carrot and the herbaceous-green notes of angelica and galbanum. Despite this initial coolness and freshness, bright woods, musk, and vetiver provide warmth, and so the silvery shimmering iris is surrounded by enticing contrasts, with one or the other gaining the upper hand at times. Frosted Moon speaks in a soft voice, yet to those who wish to listen, it tells a wonderful story of closeness and distance, of coolness and warmth. As if one were reaching out for the moon on a full moon night when it appears so close.
These gentle, melancholic tones struck by Frosted Moon remind me of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata." And the feeling of sinking into oneself, surrounded by a delicate green iris veil, conjures the image of an incredibly beautiful living sculpture in Heligan's Lost Gardens, which unfortunately bears the rather prosaic name "Mud Maid."

Frosted Moon is an almost meditative fragrance that reconnects me with myself when everyday life overwhelms me. I can think of no occasion to which it would not be suitable, no situation in which it could seem inappropriate. By the way, I cannot complain about a lack of longevity: although the angelica in the top note weakens quite soon, I can still smell the beautiful iris-galbanum-musk combination in my clothing even a day later.
A perfume with great signature scent potential, and I am glad that I can be extravagant with the little remainder in my bottle because a full hundred milliliters await me.