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Cauldron of Morning: powdery marshmallows laced with licorice, juicy plum and blood orange, gardenia, green rose, rich mahogany

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Cauldron of Morning: powdery marshmallows laced with licorice, juicy plum and blood orange, gardenia, green rose, rich mahogany

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From “Ariel”

...I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies

Suicidal, at one with the drive   
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.

What can be said about Sylvia Plath that hasn’t been said? Her intensely autobiographical works revealed the struggles of the post-war generation in much the same way a surgeon does the vitals of an etherized patient. Her brutal honesty and precision of language delineate the experience of depression and the call of the void in a way that still speaks to us today, over 50 years after her death.

This fragrance is a call out to the glamour of Plath, the Sylvia Plath who wore red shoes and drank champagne, who dreamed of Marilyn Monroe as her fairy godmother. Powdery marshmallow floats soft as a cashmere sweater over ripe plum and a modern vintage accord of gardenia and green rose. The fragrance is bookended with sweet blood orange and fine mahogany and running through it like a thread of darkness is bittersweet black licorice.

Notes: powdery marshmallows laced with licorice, juicy plum and blood orange, gardenia, green rose, rich mahogany

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From “Ariel”

...I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies

Suicidal, at one with the drive   
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.

What can be said about Sylvia Plath that hasn’t been said? Her intensely autobiographical works revealed the struggles of the post-war generation in much the same way a surgeon does the vitals of an etherized patient. Her brutal honesty and precision of language delineate the experience of depression and the call of the void in a way that still speaks to us today, over 50 years after her death.

This fragrance is a call out to the glamour of Plath, the Sylvia Plath who wore red shoes and drank champagne, who dreamed of Marilyn Monroe as her fairy godmother. Powdery marshmallow floats soft as a cashmere sweater over ripe plum and a modern vintage accord of gardenia and green rose. The fragrance is bookended with sweet blood orange and fine mahogany and running through it like a thread of darkness is bittersweet black licorice.

Notes: powdery marshmallows laced with licorice, juicy plum and blood orange, gardenia, green rose, rich mahogany