Piney, cedary fuckin’ strawberry magic with a wistful and contemplative edge. It smells like a sweetly sad forest by the sea (also I typed beforest three times before I managed to do that right, I have no idea what that’s about).
Dries down to a subtly sweet cedar smell, like an old wedding dress with a lingering whiff of sweet perfume kept in a cedar chest. A house on the coast filled with memories, summer sun, and empty rooms.
It’s like piney strawberry cedar heaven that makes you think of summer vacations during your childhood (or someone else’s imaginary childhood) and want to cry a little bit. Wandering through bright empty rooms in a house you haven’t been back to in years, touching things and remembering.
Thoughts From The Peacock Angel 