Artemis, the goddess of the bitches who howl at the moon. She is the virgin huntress, protectress of the wilds. Her virginity is a reflection of her self sufficiency, rather than her chastity. Her sensuality is for herself. When we turn inward and explore our internal moonlit forests, she is there.
Artemis at Dawn evokes...running barefoot, flanked by your pack, taking a bite out of a rose. Peppery, earthy, rosey. Yum.