of pearls, flowers, songs & dreams
saanvirya of the wild woodlands as a perfume / narnia dr
α‘£π© pomegranates . saanvirya's favorite fruit, she loves the bitterness and sweetness mixed into each seed, she loves being all occupied with it. it is more poetry than fruit she believes. the smell clings to her like a child enamored, one of the very first thing you would come to know about saanvi is the love she bears for this fruit, fresh and blood red from the woods
α‘£π© fairy dew . spending all her days chasing fairies playing hide and seek with them it is natural for her to smell like fairy dew, which is a sacred source of life, one drop on the tongue and even the dead may rise. queen lucy is said to carry a jar of fairy dew on her hip, or so does saanvirya hears.
α‘£π© lilac . saanvirya's adores the colors of a lilac, she decorates them on her palms and hair she sprinkles them on the river as a gift to her mother on some days. the flowers remind her of spring, everything good with the world.
α‘£π© citrus blend . oranges, limes, grapes, you will always smell these on her. she crushes lemon zest in her potions and blends orange juice with honey and wine
α‘£π© coconut . enchanted oils from coconuts, a gift from an old friendly witch. she puts it on her her hair, her collarbones, her cheeks and eyelashes sometimes. it makes her smell sweet and earthy. welcoming and homely. the smell never goes away, it brings all good things her way. . or so did the witch say
α‘£π© honey . saanvi has always been fond of sweetness. she mixes honey into everything, wine, dates, berries sometimes even water. she put honey on her lips to make them ever sweet. the bees adored, her brushed her wrists and hair with pollen. a fae taught her how to dip reed into the comb and taste the sunlight inside, ever since, she has never let her day pass without tasting honey.
α‘£π© jasmine . she was told jasmine was the flower of dreams, the guardian of quiet nights. as a little child, she braided tiaras of jasmine and gifted them to her favorite friends. during hot summer nights, she bathes in pools floating with jasmine petals, the fragrance follows her everywhere, unhurried and ever lasting.
α‘£π© magic . magic seeped into her bones before breath ever did, so it lingers on her skin the way woodsmoke clings to a hearth, or the sea clings to salt. to be near her is to catch that trace.
α‘£π© river water . saanvirya smells of river water, because it was her first cradle, her first breath, her first sleep. the frozen water held her for nine long years, rocking her in silence, whispering lullabies no mortal ear could hear. That scent never left her. It lingers on her like a memory, cool and clean, touched with stone, kissed by something ancient and green. to some it is the smell of spring thaw, to others it is the first rain that fell over the land
α‘£π© woods . saanvi took her first steps amongst roots and moss, the trees bent to shield her with their shade. the bark, the sap all seeped into her hair skin and spirit. she smells of the song of the woods, leaves warmed in sun, berries crushed under foot, the sweet rot of earth
α‘£π© incense . the scent of incense never leaves her, on nights when faes light up resins and herbs in shallow bowls, their smoke curling heavenwards. she sat among them, watching and learning
α‘£π© parchment . she, curious, spent her afternoons searching for ancient scriptures and books, reading them, writing on them with charcoal, she read of the tales of the great wise just king, the care taker of the western woods. she read about the white witch, the war, the terror and the summer that came after.
