Wylde Ivy's description of Of The Wolf: "There was running, always running, moon, and the barrage of forest scents on the wind. A hunger, a drive, and instincts that would not be ignored. That is all he knew. That is all he lived until he saw her. By chance, a glimpse of straw colored hair through the trees. He circled around, silent as only a predator can move, and scented the air. The forest he knew was there but also something new, something sweet. He peered out from the thick of trees and that is when he saw the sun. This sun did not live in the sky, this sun radiated out from her. It was as if she carried the day with her. She stood barefoot by the fire, all golden daylight and laughter. She threw her head back and laughed as she trailed her fingers through the smoke and firefly embers. He never wanted anything more. He was ruled by the night but she was ruled by the day. He was moonlight and silver, fur and fang and she was sun and gold, softness and skin. He would find her again, his sun. He would find her when his hands could catch that sunlight that spilled from her hair."
Of The Wolf features notes of molton amber, smoked vanilla, dried tobacco leaf, aged cedar, black pepper, fir needles, balsam woodsmoke and dried moss. Warm, raw, animalistic. It is a perfume. This is a retired scent.
