Santa Carla

Santa Carla is a whimsical blend of citrus, cotton candy, wormwood accord, white and red musks, sea air, black leather, clove tobacco, and turnsole.

The sights and smells of a Saturday night on the boardwalk thrill me. You can't walk at more than a snail's pace there are so many people, and more and more just keep coming. Groups gather together, scuffles break out between bands... they are small, throbbing tribes vying for leadership of the throng. Lights blink everywhere, and if I look out to the west, I can see the lights reflecting off the ocean.

A young man of perhaps twenty-two bumps into me, he meets my gaze with a predatory glance. "Excuse you," he stares deep into my eyes. His girlfriend behind him holds a cigarette in one hand and a stick of cotton candy in the other. I stand toe to toe with the young blond man who cocks his head as if waiting for me to move aside. I am fixed to this spot, as if my feet are planted firmly in cement, I try to stammer an apology even though I have nothing to apologize for, I don't know why I am not shoving this young man away.

Four more young men appear, as if from nowhere, to surround the blond. "Do you have a problem?" one of them asks me. I can smell the cigarette clearly now: clove. I am taken away from the impending unpleasantness with the kids and I focus on the smells around me. The clove cigarette and cotton candy mix with the local florals that hang over the buildings, I can smell the freshness of the salt air, and the muskiness that permeates from under my leather jacket. The citrus from the nearby juice vendor wafts into the mix and brings me back to the here and now.

"Hey, are you deaf, dude?" one of the young men addresses me. I turn my head slightly, and begin to laugh. I grab the blonde by the front of his shirt; "I don't have a problem, do you?" I ask. I flash a small smile and show them a bit of fang. Their eyes widen and they try to back up, but the crowd crushes in around them, pressing them closer to me. With my free hand I take the young woman's clove cigarette and take a long drag. I exhale into the young blonde boy's face, he shudders and I can feel his fear through my fingertips. "I would be careful on the boardwalk at night, it could be dangerous." I release the young man and flick the cigarette in his general direction. The kids pale even further and slink away.

It's a great night to be a vampire.

• Created By: Danna ~ Love Potion® Magickal Perfumerie
• Description By: Danna

Magickal Meanings of Ingredients:

LEATHER ~ Protection, dark, secrets, safety, surviving what comes at you, sex.
TOBACCO ~ Healing, purification, spiritualism.
CITRUS ~ Energizing, uplifting, longevity, faithfulness, fidelity, friendship, mental acuity.
CLOVE ~ Money attracting, deflects negative and hostile energies

NOTE: While the citrus in this blend is quite well diluted, please be aware that citrus on bare skin under direct sunlight can burn and even bleach the skin. Take care, if you plan to wear citrus perfumes outside during the day, make sure that the areas on which you've applied it are covered by clothing.

Tags: For Men, For Women, Sex/Passion/Lust, Mood Elevating, Whimsical/Fantasy, Personal Power, Protection