🦩🦄☀️liminal space 33 1/3
✨🧚♀️🦄🐞🪼🌙 Part of the Jitterbug Perfumes Special Collection ✨🧚♀️🦄🐞🪼🌙
Liminal Space 33 1/3 is a fragrance that doesn’t land—it hovers. It’s the scent of the in-between, where the world holds its breath and the air itself feels like a caress.
Picture a wisp of cotton, so light it might dissolve in a sigh, brushed with the faintest dusting of sugar and powdered sugar—not a candy shop’s cloying shout, but a fleeting sweetness, like the memory of a summer fair on a distant breeze.
Vanilla hums softly, a warm undertone that’s more whisper than song, while baby powder drifts in, clean as a newborn horizon, never tipping into soap’s sharp sermon. Salty sea air weaves through, crisp and untamed, carrying the ocean’s quiet secrets, and ocean breezes swirl, light as a dream you can’t quite grasp.
This is no heavy cloak of scent—it’s a bare-skin veil, clean and luminous, clinging to you like the glow of dusk on the edge of the tide. Wear it, and you’re not just perfumed; you’re a liminal creature, dancing where the earth meets the infinite, weightless and unbound.
✨🧚♀️🦄🐞🪼🌙 Part of the Jitterbug Perfumes Special Collection ✨🧚♀️🦄🐞🪼🌙
Liminal Space 33 1/3 is a fragrance that doesn’t land—it hovers. It’s the scent of the in-between, where the world holds its breath and the air itself feels like a caress.
Picture a wisp of cotton, so light it might dissolve in a sigh, brushed with the faintest dusting of sugar and powdered sugar—not a candy shop’s cloying shout, but a fleeting sweetness, like the memory of a summer fair on a distant breeze.
Vanilla hums softly, a warm undertone that’s more whisper than song, while baby powder drifts in, clean as a newborn horizon, never tipping into soap’s sharp sermon. Salty sea air weaves through, crisp and untamed, carrying the ocean’s quiet secrets, and ocean breezes swirl, light as a dream you can’t quite grasp.
This is no heavy cloak of scent—it’s a bare-skin veil, clean and luminous, clinging to you like the glow of dusk on the edge of the tide. Wear it, and you’re not just perfumed; you’re a liminal creature, dancing where the earth meets the infinite, weightless and unbound.
✨🧚♀️🦄🐞🪼🌙 Part of the Jitterbug Perfumes Special Collection ✨🧚♀️🦄🐞🪼🌙
Liminal Space 33 1/3 is a fragrance that doesn’t land—it hovers. It’s the scent of the in-between, where the world holds its breath and the air itself feels like a caress.
Picture a wisp of cotton, so light it might dissolve in a sigh, brushed with the faintest dusting of sugar and powdered sugar—not a candy shop’s cloying shout, but a fleeting sweetness, like the memory of a summer fair on a distant breeze.
Vanilla hums softly, a warm undertone that’s more whisper than song, while baby powder drifts in, clean as a newborn horizon, never tipping into soap’s sharp sermon. Salty sea air weaves through, crisp and untamed, carrying the ocean’s quiet secrets, and ocean breezes swirl, light as a dream you can’t quite grasp.
This is no heavy cloak of scent—it’s a bare-skin veil, clean and luminous, clinging to you like the glow of dusk on the edge of the tide. Wear it, and you’re not just perfumed; you’re a liminal creature, dancing where the earth meets the infinite, weightless and unbound.
