the name and the bottle with its lilac juice and angular lines look so austere and melancholy, but the scent itself is pure buttery jasmine, luminous and cool yet still sensuous, evoking perhaps the ecstatic visions of a mystic, rather than a meek and virginal nun. it is gorgeous, heady, enthralling. as jasmine does, it smells very soapy-clean yet somehow a little dirty and indolic underneath, which makes for an interesting conceptual contrast; one could dissect it as an olfactory commentary on sin and virtue, or simply enjoy it for what it is, beauty for beauty's sake.

in most of the SL scents i've tried i've gotten a lot of incense, but here, where i most expected it to come through, it's only an occasional, subdued waft. after the initial profusion of blooms, the fragrance clings closer to the skin, but it is truly so enjoyable even as it morphs into its slightly animalic drydown. i only wish it lasted a bit longer and had a bit more projection at this stage.