in the imp: dark swamp at night, moss hanging from trees with the ghost of a fog creeping in. which is the image vetiver brings to me every time (villainess.net Grundy is a favorite that does that to me.)
wet caressing my skin: DRAGON'S BLOOD says RAWR and jumps out of the depths of the swamp at me in the darkness, no hint of the cinnamon yet at all though.
Dry and draping me: Dragon's in the murk, waiting, watching, prowling and stalking me through the swamp. Running through the fog shrouded dampness, heat rising from my skin, there are moments I am the prey and others I'm the predator. I am loving this, all the elements combine wonderfully on me.
scents good for your mental health, oh yes. this makes me remember who I am.
I think this one goes on my big bottle want list.
(on an odd note, on my 17 year old daughter all I smell is dirt, clean mossy dirt, but dirt none the less)
