When you think of them, do you think of purity, death, religion?
Tumbling down from the pillars of a church, delicately imbued with the lucent breath of God?
Or are they sexual narcotics, their ochre-pollened stamens beckoning, and trembling, with powder?
LILIES AND SPICE / PENHALIGONS (2006)
Some lilies, like the stargazers, are the latter, their fragrance drowsy and ineluctable.
And Penhaligons – usually the epitome of propriety – have here released one of the best lily perfumes I have smelled.
It is stunning: a life-like portrait of living, breathing lily, spiced with clove and saffron, and with a well thought out erotic richness I wasn’t expecting.
FUNERAL HOME/ DEMETER
The cool breath of lilies and the casket. Crimson…
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