Is anyone or anything truly angelic? It is an interesting thought. An odd word, Angelic implies purity and sacrosanct beings yet seems to mask an intriguing reality, when angelic is a mask to cache turmoil and danger beneath. One might feel delighted by goodness and seduced by roguery.  Herbaceous hedonism is the essential vibe of Angelic by Boadicea the Victorious, the holy garden and apple tree surrounded by sage and the green spice of cardamom. But oh, the serpent is a sensual interruption, verdant and paper-dry, wrapping around heady, velveteen damask roses. There is a beguiling fizziness as Angelic opens, reminiscent of the driest of craft ciders.  The centrepiece of Angelic is velveteen damask rose written across woods and an intriguing papyrus note that gives the perfume a delicate wheaten facet.  As Angelic blooms on skin, it shed its edges, becoming more ethereal. There is a moment of plush loveliness as the rose becomes petrolic and musky then a foundation of rooty vetiver, ambered woods, patchouli and musk rises beautifully, holding the rosy garden ambiance in nebulous stasis.  What makes Angelic so alluring to wear is the evolving Boadicea language of grace and tenderness underpinned by flashes of fierce uncompromising beauty. Others will be drawn to you, you the rose, they the bees searching for pollen.