Top: Juniper berry, Lemon, Orange
Middle: Davana, Fir balsam, Elemi
Base: Patchouli, Musk, Amber
The intense personality of davana illuminated by patchouli and citrus notes.
“Give them pleasure. The same pleasure they have when they wake up from a nightmare.”
She knew she was being watched. She could feel them through her closed eyes. The train
made a rhythmic metallic clatter beneath her feet and she focused on the repetitive sounds
to keep her eyes shut tightly against the danger she could sense.
She’d fallen asleep, her head pressed up against the cool window as the shadows from
outside passed softly over. She could feel her hair, static, sticking to her face like thousands
of constricting tentacles.
She had the agonising compulsion to blow them off her face, but she dared not move for
fear discovering what lay beyond. The sensation was intolerable. She felt the fear and
excruciating claustrophobia of being locked in darkness. Every hair, every strand, tickled her
At her own risk, her eyes shot open and frantically darted around for the threat, but she
was alone, with only an empty train compartment in front of her. The afternoon sun
streamed through the window. Relief washed over her like an ocean.