Usually I'm not that taken with the outer appearance of a given perfume; the bottle is the dress on a beautiful form and it's the flesh I'm after. But I allow myself some oculoplania from time to time. These vehicles of dreams, pictured below, manage to instigate a desire to supervene substance for form; in some happy cases the two converge harmonically, to everyone's delight.
Lancome's
L'Autre Oud; a door to the mystery we rediscover as adults.
Reminiscence
Oud: malicious vapors of a spirit escaping its imprisonment, stars glimmering on its surface.
Iris Nazarena by Aedes de Venustas: sumptuousness gone glam.
Guerlain
Songe d'un Bois d'Ete: arabesque...
Which have been your own perfume bottle loves recently?
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