Night The White Company

... never reaching the end.
Letters I've written
never meaning to send ..."

The age of this song by the Moody Blues is already evident in the fact that letters were still being written back then:
Whether they were sent or ended up in the trash.
Who still writes letters today?
A loving email for farewell is sometimes worth being stored in the cloud.
Perhaps this is a too nostalgic perspective; but I still find it a pity.
I always enjoyed writing letters; I still do it occasionally today!

However, I must contradict my comment title right away:
White satin is not exactly the first impression I get when encountering "Night" by The White Company.
At most, it resembles a noble nightgown made of silk satin that lovingly and sinfully embraces the body.
"Night" initially reminds me of a soft nothing, perhaps made of down or fluff, in which one can sink; felt for eternity - so indeed: "never reaching the end"!
For me, there is no clear scent progression: golden-brown patchouli weaves through vanilla, caressing me, while occasionally fruity moments of pomegranate or tart blackcurrant flash by: small sparkling facets populate the scent fabric.
So absolutely no fragrance for powdery scent noses!
The powder puff stays in the drawer, and the creamy-white vanilla flows lazily and sensually, like a luxurious rich body lotion; it envelops me in tenderness!
This fragrant night promises no more than it can deliver; a long loving embrace that can sometimes last into the early morning hours.
A delicate, very soft hint of well-being remains - intertwined with dreams and longings.

The few drops of "Night" that remain from the decant will be treated with care:
perhaps they can evoke further "white" dreams?

Dark night hours are very familiar to me, so I especially thank Heikeso for this sample of a magical dream fragrance.