Liz Moores is the best sort of witch, doing the most delicious types of magic. When she makes things this unspeakably lovely, I have to start wondering if she’s distilled a spell into her perfume that is stealing my words. Certainly my coherence.

I’ve been casting around for metaphors for the warm, pillowy softness –handfuls of thistledown, fairytale featherbeds, a cygnet under the pen’s wing, sinking your fingers into the warm belly fur of a stretched cat– but I think it might just be an excuse to keep wearing this scent, again. And again. And I get all distracted, and intoxicated.

Screw silk pyjamas and champagne, this feels as luxurious as basking in winter sunlight in the north.

Liz was kind enough to send me an advance sample when I bought a bottle of @papillon_artisan_perfumes Anubis recently. I will fight you to be first in line to buy a bottle of her new perfume just as soon as she releases it. Form an orderly queue. You want this.

originally posted 22 May 2019