HEW (The Hunters Enter The Woods)
Not the smell of a unicorn, but wanting a unicorn. Sweet decay of small, wet, twining vines. The sound of dust dropping through sunbeams, meeting warm fur. Moss and earth and the forest floor, baying dogs, and between it all, flowers.
Notes
honeysuckle; dew; white jasmine; green leaves; moss; beeswax; animalic musk