Luna and Endymion: A Tale Told by Penhaligon's

He heard but the last words, nor could contend One moment in reflection: for he fled Into the fearful deep, to hide his head From the clear moon, the trees, and coming madness. It is gratifying for the traveler, who wandered far and wide, to find the path back to his native land again ... Luna, Evelyn De Morgan, 1885 After roaming the vast landscape of perfumery, I always go back to the Brit...