Where there was once skin, there is now feathers... Where there was once skin, there is now feathers. Each time you take on this form, you feel like you lose a little bit of yourself. How free are you really? An instrument of war - no, you can't be that, even if that's what they expect of you. But they have to find you first, and birds can just fly away, leaving the ground and the guilt. And so can you. This fragrance smells like a stroll through a dark orchard at midnight. Like something beautiful with a darker secret to tell.