Do I Dream Again

The Scent:

An obsessive blend of crimson rose petals, on ink stained wood, entwined with streams of tobacco smoke and laced with a hint of laudanum resin.

A deep bewitching rose with a touch of something sinister.

Notes of: rose, ebony wood, myrrh, rum, dark musk, smoked tea leaves, laudanum, and black amber.

The Story:

It happened one night, a voice traveling through the night stirred him. Faint at first, he could not be sure if it was real or imagined. Then again the voice found him. Louder now, bolder. Sweet and intoxicating, the sound of salvation. He followed the voice, echoing and fleeting through the long stone corridors of his labyrinth underground. He climbed and the voice grew stronger yet. It taunted him, beckoned him out of the shadows he endured. As he climbed, a warmth spread through his chest. It was a feeling he could have never dreamed. Louder still, the voice and his heart raced.

He was there now, so close. She was on the stage. She looked so delicate in the vastness of the darkened theater and empty stage, like the last rose of the season stands resolutely against the frost. Her singing stopped as he approached. Unable to will his feet to move without the sweet voice to guide him, he paused behind a bustled curtain. Silence, there was nothing. He dared not even steal a glance and then there were footsteps. His angel approached. Tiny footsteps, almost floating, the sound of fine fabric sliding on age polished wood. He didn't breath. She swept past him, her face obscured by a fountain of chestnut curls. His hand outstretched, his fingers just brushed the fabric of her sleeve and then she was gone. Only her sweet song echoing in his mind and the faint smell of roses were left in her wake.

For a long time stood, still as a corpse and scarcely breathing. He savored this strange and beautiful feeling. He let it wash over him, fill him, consumed him. After all this time such a gift to be given to him. She was his. He knew it without a moment's doubt and all he had to do was prove it to her.

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The Collection:

This scent belongs to the “Halloween Love” collection. This is a fun little collection just for Halloween. These monsters will go back into hiding on November 1st.

See the entire Halloween Love Collection

The Product:

Wylde Ivy perfumes are concentrated perfume oils dispersed in professional perfumer’s alcohol. Crafted in small artisan batches, Wylde Ivy fragrances are paraban, phthalate and cruelty free.

Size and Packaging:

Wylde Ivy Halloween Edition Perfumes come in one ounce rectangular heavy glass bottles topped off with a black fine spray mister top. They feature beautiful full color labels that are unique to each scent.

Ingredients:

Contains: SD40B Alcohol, Fragrance, & PPG-20 Methyl Glucose Ether