Mistpouffer Stora Skuggan 2019
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sugar spirit
A twilit fantasy forest: dark conifers, pale wildflowers, the distant smoke of a mountain village. The kind of mystic glen you’d see airbrushed on the side of a van or the cover of a D&D manual. Starts as sappy pine before easing into windswept lavender, cold and honeyed. There’s no lavender listed in the official notes, but I think the pine oil, crisp ozonics, and sweet immortelle fuse into the perfect illusion. Something about the drydown also makes me think of Lush’s “Twilight” bath-bomb. It lasts over a whole day in fabric and gets sweeter by the hour, finishing as an herbal sugar cube. Soothing, but slightly spooky. One for the kids who used to draw unicorns and kelpies in the margins of their homework (me).
Mental Snapshot: You find it in the heart of the wood, capering about a thermal spring. Half hotblood, half forest mist. Its coat is smooth and lustrous as opal, its corkscrewing ivory as long as a greatsword. You implore it to grant you a wish, but it bares its teeth and hisses into a plume of pale vapour that does nothing but make your garments smell pleasant.
tl;dr: unicorn forest
Mental Snapshot: You find it in the heart of the wood, capering about a thermal spring. Half hotblood, half forest mist. Its coat is smooth and lustrous as opal, its corkscrewing ivory as long as a greatsword. You implore it to grant you a wish, but it bares its teeth and hisses into a plume of pale vapour that does nothing but make your garments smell pleasant.
tl;dr: unicorn forest