On a rare, rare night, just as the Enchanted Garden prepares itself for sleep, ethereal owisp forms rise through the miasmic air, as if formed from a dissolved elixir of the forests autumnal cloak... Voiles of the softest nutty tones mingle sweetly through the balmy milky clouds, suffusing the atmosphere with calm
- as though a brush of light had softened every line into a lambent glow. Here, at the root of just one chosen tree, the ceremonial Wood-Nymphs lay their whispered chants gently, blessing it so that all who rest there will be soothed. Their fatigue melted away by a hazy bacchanalian light, which cradles them with a feeling of deep serenity. These same gentlest of natural phases of tone & transparency are translated here for RBRs Milk Aquarelle Foundations. Five shades of delicately creamy swathes of colour, in a melange of stirred light, to give your complexion brightness & lucidity. Stroke yourself with innocence & comfort & watch as others sway towards you,