Arcana Wildcraft
On the Wing Perfume
On the Wing Perfume
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Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
(William Butler Yeats, The Song of Wandering Aengus)
On the Wing: Creamy white amber, velvety cashmere, shimmering silk voile, salty Orcanox, and diaphanous musk.
A sheer, airy, yet strong and concentrated skin scent.
Perfumer's Note: On the Wing is our fancy flanker of Moth-Like Stars. It is offered only in EDPs and not in parfums because the raw materials don't lend themselves well to the parfum format.
Offered in 10 ml or 30 ml eau de parfum glass spray bottles or 1.25 ml EDP (nonspray) samples.
Indie, handmade, vegan, cruelty free.
Safety Note: All of our perfumes are free of phthalates, parabens, sulfates, endocrine disruptors, preservatives, and silicones.
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On The Wing from Arcana Wildcraft is a confoundingly gorgeous study in contradiction; it opens with a balsamic sheerness, a paradoxical shimmering shadow. When you think of skin scents, you probably think subtle, delicate, and intimate... but what of, say, Maleficent's skin scent? It's not just clean, soft, and simple.
Imagine a fragrance that embraces both light and shadow, a scent that sighs and susurrates with complexity and depth, that embodies the beautiful…and the terrible. Take what you thought you knew of skin-like fragrances and remix it with the most masterful, barest glimmer of midnight glamour and gothic opulence. As it unfurls, this effervescent richness ebbs and flows - champagne bubbles rising through inky depths or the cold vapors of the void with an incandescent vein of cosmic dust.
This juxtaposition of light and heavy is disorienting, an olfactory illusion that tricks the senses. You're wearing a scent as weighty as a motheaten cloak, yet as insubstantial as mist. It's the broken-winged beating of the hollow heart, the devastating language of wounds, the darkness that embraces everything.
On The Wing rasps a silken truth: you do not have to be whole or perfect or even good to claim your own skin. Your wild darkness and your luminous scars are part of your magic, so wear it like you mean it, in all that contradictory glory.