“Perfume is heat. Perfume below the ice of sleep. As from one shore to another, dreams, rivulet, molecules of citrus and musk floating above our sheets, when you toss not quite awake, your pillow burns lily spice, clove and river grass.” From Ilyse Kusnetz’s poem “Blue Amber.”
“I can’t over-emphasize how important an exquisite perfume is, to be wrapped and cradled in an enchanting scent upon your skin is a magic all on its own! The notes in that precious liquid will remind you that you love yourself and will tell other people that they ought to love you because you know that you’re worth it. The love affair created by a good perfume between you and other people, you and nature, you and yourself, you and your memories and anticipations and hopes and dreams; it is all too beautiful a thing!” C. JoyBell C.
“The great hall was shimmering in light, sun streaming from the open windows, and ablaze with colour, the walls decorated with embroidered hangings in rich shades of gold and crimson. New rushes had been strewn about, fragrant with lavender, sweet woodruff, and balm… the air was… perfumed with honeysuckle and violet, their seductive scents luring in from the gardens butterflies as blue as the summer sky.” Sharon Kay Penman.