purchased and reviewed by ThoraSTooth
Yeats is my favorite poet, and I was happy when I was able to wear this scent based on one of his poems.
In the bottle this one is green, a bit sharp, and sort of mossy, but the minute it hits my skin a sweet floral springs up. It's white clover, the best white clover note I have ever smelled. It doesn't last very long before the heather note comes along and wraps around it. Together with a hint of dandelion (I get mostly the milky stem) they make a beautiful impression of a wide, wild, flowering field. The other dominant note on my skin is a green juicy note that's very like the ivy note in some of the scents that came after this one. All that is against a background of slightly bitter, slightly mossy dark green.
I love this one immoderately. Of all my scents, it's the one I worry the most about running out of because I only ever had a partial bottle of it and haven't been able to find another bottle. It's that evocative, that lovely.
And never was piping so sad,
And never was piping so gay.