Have you ever smelled a raven’s hackle feathers? Well, I have and it is divine and intoxicating. The hackles, or the beard are the long string like feathers under a raven’s throat. I remember nestling my nose into Edgar’s hackle feathers and breathing in that distinct aroma for the first time.
It is nearly impossible to articulate this unworldly scent into human terms, so the closest comparison that I could conjure is a combination of the following;
A warm summer breeze flowing through freshly washed linens, hanging out to dry in the high summer sun. A nostalgic powdery paper scent from an old leather-clad journal and the comforting note of a favourite down-filled pillow.
Although there would be no way to replicate this aroma, I think that I came fairly close to capturing the atmospheric mood of this captivating creature.
50 ml Bottle
Have you ever smelled a raven’s hackle feathers? Well, I have and it is divine and intoxicating. The hackles, or the beard are the long string like feathers under a raven’s throat. I remember nestling my nose into Edgar’s hackle feathers and breathing in that distinct aroma for the first time.
It is nearly impossible to articulate this unworldly scent into human terms, so the closest comparison that I could conjure is a combination of the following;
A warm summer breeze flowing through freshly washed linens, hanging out to dry in the high summer sun. A nostalgic powdery paper scent from an old leather-clad journal and the comforting note of a favourite down-filled pillow.
Although there would be no way to replicate this aroma, I think that I came fairly close to capturing the atmospheric mood of this captivating creature.
50 ml Bottle
