S. Elizabeth@ghoulnextdoor
the moon's reflection in cooling bathwater
Heretic ParfumNosferatu3.927 ratingsAs I have been wearing this fragrance, I am struck by how nothing seems quite linear about it, how delicately "outside of time" it feels. I realized it reminded me of the feeling I have after waking up and trying to recall the dream I was just having. I am half-here, half-there, both places and neither at once.
Nosferatu is like that--fragments from last night's dreams, scrawled in the grey dawn before they fade: the moon's reflection in cooling bathwater. Soft fog, carved from shadow, packed with frost. A brittle wisp of dried lilac, phantasmal at twilight, fragile rustles of the restless dead. Storm-struck stone, its hollow sparking echo dimly illuminating a subterranean cavern, ghost light lingering between vespers, dawn, and never. The creeping moss of midnight rains veining the marble tears of weeping saints.
