Of True Minds

An involving fragrance inspired by a cherished love poem — Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116. This sublime ode to the enduring nature of devotion and emotional connection is interpreted here as a sueded blur of amaretto and patchouli. Orris and labdanum further deepen the union of souls.

SONNET 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come.
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.