Linnea Quigley's Rabid
Linnea Quigley’s RABID features an intriguing blend of mosses, graveyard dirt, smokey funereal resins, skeletal apple trees, and the essence of the night sky.
"She moves deftly around the largest grave marker, 'They're coming for me!' she thinks to herself. Lit only by the light of the moon, she retreats further into the cemetery. She can hear them tracking her. The scent of earth and moss fill her senses as she moves towards the crypt. She finds the wrought-iron doors slightly ajar and silently slips inside. Crude stairs wind down, down, down, to the bottom of the world. The way opens into a cavern of sorts, lined with the caskets of forgotten souls. She sees her winged compatriots all around her now; they speak to her, and tell her it will all be ok. She joins the swarm as they move as one through an open space, hidden somewhere in the walls. From under an ancient, twisted apple tree they emerge, filling the night sky. Out into the night they fly, forever hunted, forever free..." First, the boy says it smells like creme brulee. Then, a girlfriend (who is a perfumer purveyor) says it smell "musky." I swore I smelled currant/clove and night blooming florals on another thread. -this has been my signature scent all season long and every time I wear it, its a little different to my nose. Sometimes it's nighttime orchard (windfallen mcintosh and tree bark.) Sometimes it's candied apple on a stick. Sometimes its the vapor off a mug of spiked cider while leaning up against a barn. (Woody, spiced.) Thus I conclude: ripe fruit and a touch of rich spice (kind of an spooky apple pie) and very alluring for harvest time.