An ode to Iceland
Steam rises behind sauna doors
A shot of aquavit burns at the back of the throat
Ferries cut across gray waters
Thermal pools rest at the foot of basalt cliffs
Icebergs float by like white giants
Against an endless sky
The smell of moss and fire
Of ice meeting earth
With notes of Dill, Angelica, Elemi, and SpikenardEach fragrance is hand-crafted
Minna
$32.00Price
