Moth-Like Stars

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

(William Butler Yeats, The Song of Wandering Aengus)

Creamy white amber, elegant cashmere, soft silk voile, salty Ambroxan, and diaphanous musk.

A sheer, airy, yet concentrated and complex skin scent with a close, intimate sillage.