Like churned up battlefield, Coven is raw and redolent of vigor. Soil tincture, a note so rich in iron it could be renamed earth’s blood, kick starts Coven. This lush, metallic brilliance seeps into oakmoss and green grass, which re-emerge silvered versions of their former selves. Oakmoss’ porous richness is transformed into a solid mass while green grass’ dulcet blades are more edgily bittersweet. Notes of spice and whiskey underscore the transformation of these green heart notes. A woodsy base absorbs and synthesizes this alchemical process, a dry bottom line that moderates the fiercer textures. Coven smells wild, untamed and brave. Wear this to take charge.
Soil Tincture, Oakmoss, Green Grass, Spices, Whiskey, Wood