I struggled with this, because my response to the perfume was an immediate vision/story. Those are always a little personal, and I've been resisting posting them until now. This is my best attempt at describing the vision that hit me like a brick wall when I first smelled Angeronalia.
In The Bottle
midnight, perhaps, two friends, acquaintances, interested, mellow, a car, a parking lot, no lights, city lights on every side, just talking, nothing special, thinking, sharing, expressing fears, dreams, funny stories, embarrassing moments, getting late, should be going, should have left an hour ago, he might try and call, she's probably asleep already, they won't mind, just friends, talking, silence, can't think of anything to say, don't want to start the car, don't want to leave, a perfect feeling, just stay here, talking, silence, seats back, can't see the city from here, it's the right kind of cold, just enough, warm shiver inside, can't hold still, turning inside out, maybe we should go, yeah, neither moves, a light touch on a cheek, a glance held, silence, movement, time, perspective, darkness, it's cold, too cold, the shivers are cold, his eyes long since burned into her memory, the curve of her hips will haunt him, memories, aching, innocence shared, faintly, separation.
After smelling the perfume a few times and sitting down to write the review that had immediately formed in my head, I Googled around for a few minutes and found this on the Goddess Angerona:
Also called: Diva Angerona. Angeronia, the Goddess of the Will and Lucky Moments[...]
Interesting.
Dry
Role Play In a Bottle.
