Oh these are the stuff of legends, mythology, odes and art work throughout the ages. The allure, suspiciously promiscuous, mysterious, mischievous, the hint of something devious. You can catch a glimpse, through the Nymphs. Yes, heaven kissed the fog and missed, with fancy eyes to tantalise, these nymphs weave mystique, into any woodland dell. Through the thicket and the bramble on a warm and gentle breeze, float upon the misty pond and sing within the trees. If irresistibly charming is the enchantment that you seek, without a care, slip on a pair, I dare you, take a little peek.