Snowy Owl is clever and gorgeous and a little wistful–
Opens with wintry wind notes, and a weird animalic beat that really does smell like feathers (that anyone who has kept chickens would immediately recognize, and can be found in new down pillows, too) but is freshened by sugary alpine mint.
There’s a tease of spring florals, green and sharp but distant, and a vaguely earthy sweet resin that’s somehow creamy, like ice milk that hasn’t been flavored yet.
Projection is mild, but not exactly linear, with white forest floor musk shyly creeping in now and then.
Lasts most of the day, and even longer on mitten cuffs.
Recommended for ski instructors, Swan Lake dancers, and anyone else–but only when the temperature is below freezing out.
I love this melancholy winter song–and how amazing this party must have been!