This perfume feels like a search for the unicorn in a dark, damp
forest. The unicorns presence can be felt, the steam of her breath hangs frozen in the air, the trails shimmer under the
quiet mist of her magical spell, but we cant find her yet ...
The perfumer envisioned a violet on a cold, frosty morning waiting
for the sun to warm it up with its first rays.
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The Unicorn
Spell
by Isabelle Doyen
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