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I love BPAL reviewers. They're so creative! I just read this on the BPAL message boards, written by magpiedee, and it made me happy:
Imagine a moment in a childhood that you never had, in which you're alone in a field, utterly safe and completely, deliriously happy. Everything is fuzzy around the edges, everything is blooming, little dandelion puffies are dancing in circles with you. You have eyes the color you always wanted, which is clear sky blue for me. You're wearing a dress so soft that it's about like being naked, but without the splinters and goosebumps, and you're barefoot on the soft, deep grass. And you've built a tent out of white sheets, and you're lying inside on a purple bit of carpet, with the wind and the beauty of springtime billowing the sheets, and you've picked a bunch of violets and are laying them on your eyes and lips because they're softer than velvet. These are dream violets, and they actually smell of real victorian violets. That is what Veil smells like to me.
Imagine a moment in a childhood that you never had, in which you're alone in a field, utterly safe and completely, deliriously happy. Everything is fuzzy around the edges, everything is blooming, little dandelion puffies are dancing in circles with you. You have eyes the color you always wanted, which is clear sky blue for me. You're wearing a dress so soft that it's about like being naked, but without the splinters and goosebumps, and you're barefoot on the soft, deep grass. And you've built a tent out of white sheets, and you're lying inside on a purple bit of carpet, with the wind and the beauty of springtime billowing the sheets, and you've picked a bunch of violets and are laying them on your eyes and lips because they're softer than velvet. These are dream violets, and they actually smell of real victorian violets. That is what Veil smells like to me.