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1. Hesperides pronounce skin#
2. Hesperides pronounce Patch#
3. Hesperides pronounce series#
4. Hesperides pronounce free#

I don’t even detect it unless I sniff my wrist, which still holds the scent of gourmet caramel apples – with an underlying woodsy scent. Throughout the Day (10:30am on): This is another one of those short-lived scents. Hmmm … Apples dipped in chocolate? Caramel apples? A gourmet caramel apple - an apple not only covered in caramel, but dipped in chocolate, drizzled with vanilla, covered with nuts – sugar shock on a stick. This scent definitely has a very distinct change from wet to dry. There is definitely something dessert-related here. Initial Dry (8:30-10:30am): I still smell the apples, but there is something thicker underneath – chocolate, vanilla, caramel – I cannot quite put my finger on it. The scent of the apples is definitely enough to overpower anything else – but it is almost like a candy apple scent – deliriously sweet. The scent is definitely wet, as if the orchard is still covered in morning dew, just as it begins to dissipate in the midday sun. the fruit so over-ripe that it falls from the tree of its own accord. Initial Wet (8-8:30am): This is the scent of an apple orchard in late autumn. Swiped across wrists and along collarbone. Every time I took a bite of my dinner tonight I could smell it. I will note that this one wafts very well. despite desperately wanting this one to mellow out a bit, my chemistry just isn't allowing that. I don't think it quite agrees with my nose. This really is like getting a glimpse of the golden apples within the garden, then losing sight of them and trying to find it again. I can smell them every once in a while, but usually I get whatever is layered over them, that leafy-woody smell that hides everything. There's something veiling the apples for me. Wet: More apple-y now, though that crisp-ness clings for a while. that shiver I get from a really tart, crisp apple. there's an apple-tartness to it certainly, but I can't seem to smell anything more than I'm feeling it. It's hard to get anything out of it, in fact. Jason tried this one on almost first of all of the imps we got, and it was a surprisingly odd scent on him. A dream that feels better than real life. I seem to think it would provoke beautiful dreams, the kind one remembers fondly for years. Memories, warmth, honey, green, gold, leaves, blue sky, pigtails, ribbons, bare knees, bare arms, ice cream, caramel, sweetness, innocence, carefree youth, whistling, whittling, skipping, crunchy sugar, fresh sweat, new love, amber- that's it! A beautiful moment caught in amber forever.

Hesperides pronounce free#

This is a scent of golden honey, the sun shining through leaves, a cool breeze, grass warm and soft, learning against something strong, feeling free and easy as time slows to a standstill. Or maybe a caramel sunday dripping down your arms, with your hair in pigtails, still in the apple orchard, laughing with a golden-haired boy who might like you. A honey-colored afternoon, when one simply must be wearing a cool, swishy skirt and going barefoot in the soft grass. If you likey likey Lush's Honey, I Washed the Kids, then you are going to *LOVE* The Hesperides!!! It is the same scent, except lovelier.Ĭaramel apples eaten in a sunny grove, lots of sunlight and green leaves and gooey drippiness.

Hesperides pronounce skin#

It’s more straightforwardly appley on my skin – I don’t get the moonlit-orchard thing as much – but it’s still really gorgeous. Wearing: Wonderfully tart, but there’s a hint of sweetness around the core.

Hesperides pronounce series#

Here’s an obscure reference: If anyone ever played the old Sierra game Hero’s Quest – the really old one, in 16 colors, before they changed the name of the series to Quest for Glory, back when you had to do such mundane things as type in commands! – this scent is what I imagine Erana’s Peace would smell like at night.

Hesperides pronounce Patch#

A quiet night in an orchard in full fruit, sitting in contemplation in a patch of moonlight on the grass. Their perfume is that of sturdy oak bark, dew-kissed leaves, twilight mist and crisp apple.įirst sniff: Apples of gold, twined with greenery and soft flowers.

Within their garden lives the tree that bears Hera’s sacred Golden Apples. The Hesperides are the Nymphs of the Evening who dwell in a verdant garden located in the Arcadian Mountains, guarded by the terrible three-headed dragon, Ladon.