This scent, inspired by the plant commonly known as foxglove, perpetually slips through our grasp, despite its etymological proximity to one’s digits. As Mary Webb suggests, there is a heart palpitating magic to Digitalis, yet its thrill is as fugitive as the long forgotten land of Faery. Galbanum is a sprite of sweetness that lies coiled beneath the evanescent form of silver iris. Cucumber is an absurdly large dewdrop, gleaming like a pearl, through which sweet basil and dry pepper shine in their alternative approaches to piquancy. Ozone amplifies coriander, creating a sort of dirty-clean effect, a translation of the ether-like high of finding yourself in a spotless and silent space after a long journey. Florozone is a remarkably plush note, which augments and amplifies the earthy tang of drenched violet, tart neroli, satin rose, sweet jasmine and spicy gratian; these heart florals are resplendent, evoking images of fairies asleep amidst petals a la A Midsummer’s Night Dream. Incense is the gauzy scrim through which we glimpse this realm of reverie, that’s embedded in the wispy tendrils of wet moss and the velveteen acidity of violet leaf. An elegant, haunting portrait, Digitalis feels like falling through the rabbit hole, like the dreams that keep us kicking, even whilst unconscious. Terribly tantalizing, this taut, trim, light floral ensnares our hearts as only an unknown quantity can.
Perfumer: David Apel
The foxglove bells, with lolling tongue
Will not reveal what peals were rung
In Faery, in Faery
A thousand ages gone