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obsessive precious hoarder
29 years old
February 8, 1985
Female Female
giving my opinion all over the internet.

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BPAL: Intrigue, Ronin, Verdandi, Zombi, Mme Moriarty, Snake Oil, The Premature Burial, Seance, Sachs, Crypt Queen.
Non-BPAL: Shalimar, Chanel no. 5, L'Heure Bleue, Samsara, Miss Dior.


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Oklahoma City, OK
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  1. Tobacco Flower?

    04 November 2009 - 04:16 PM

    Hello friends,
    I've recently become aware that I love, love, LOVE the scent of tobacco flower. I did a search on BPALs that contained it, but here is what I'm wanting to know: which has the strongest tobacco flower note? Which is the most like straight tobacco flower?

  2. The School-House

    31 August 2008 - 10:21 PM

    His school-house was a low building of one large room, rudely constructed of logs; the windows partly glazed, and partly patched with leaves of old copy-books. It was most ingeniously secured at vacant hours, by a withe twisted in the handle of the door, and stakes set against the window shutters; so that, though a thief might get in with perfect ease, he would find some embarrassment in getting out; an idea most probably borrowed by the architect, Yost Van Houton, from the mystery of an eel-pot. The school-house stood in a rather lonely but pleasant situation just at the foot of a woody hill, with a brook running close by, and a formidable birch tree growing at one end of it. From hence the low murmur of his pupils' voices, conning over their lessons, might be heard in a drowsy summer's day, like the hum of a bee-hive; interrupted now and then by the authoritative voice of the master, in the tone of menace or command; or, peradventure, by the appalling sound of the birch, as he urged some tardy loiterer along the flowery path of knowledge.

    Dandelion, white clover, balsam fir logs, and birchwood switches.

    Am I first here too? ........

    I pictured this scent, in my mind, as very "green". Well, it's definitely green! But it's a light, white-veined green. I'm definitely getting a mental image of birch trees. Label is also light greens and a cute little school house.

    In the Bottle: Very green and planty; it smells of cut grass.
    Wet: Is that the dandelion note? This is lightening up, and a floral is coming through that's almost... buttery? It's a very pretty scent, much cleaner and prettier than I thought it would be. There's the clover under everything, barely peeping out.
    Drydown: Clover comes up top, hopping over the dandelion, which is in the background now. I still don't get much fir or birch from this, and I'm disappointed about that. I wanted more wood in here. It seems like a bare peep of wood as the lowest bottom note. eta: about two and a half hours later, the only scent left on my wrist is the softness of dandelion, backed by whispers of birch next to my skin.
    Throw: I can just smell it from my wrist when I'm typing, like an afterthought. I think this one is going to be a pretty "personal" scent, one that keeps close.
    Overall: This is not what I was expecting. I like it, I really like it a lot -- but I'm not certain if I should've sprung for a bottle before getting a decant. It's much more a green floral than a wood scent, and I think I was hoping for more wood. C'est la vie!
    Keep or Swap?: I think I should've stuck with a decant on this one. I like it, but I don't LOVE it. A little more wear and I'll be sure about it.
  3. The Goblin Rider

    31 August 2008 - 05:30 AM

    In the dark shadow of the grove, on the margin of the brook, he beheld something huge, misshapen, black and towering. It stirred not, but seemed gathered up in the gloom, like some gigantic monster ready to spring upon the traveller.

    The hair of the affrighted pedagogue rose upon his head with terror. What was to be done? To turn and fly was now too late; and besides, what chance was there of escaping ghost or goblin, if such it was, which could ride upon the wings of the wind? Summoning up, therefore, a show of courage, he demanded in stammering accents-"Who are you?" He received no reply. He repeated his demand in a still more agitated voice. Still there was no answer. Once more he cudgelled the sides of the inflexible Gunpowder, and, shutting his eyes, broke forth with involuntary fervor into a psalm tune. Just then the shadowy object of alarm put itself in motion, and, with a scramble and a bound, stood at once in the middle of the road. Though the night was dark and dismal, yet the form of the unknown might now in some degree be ascertained. He appeared to be a horseman of large dimensions, and mounted on a black horse of powerful frame. He made no offer of molestation or sociability, but kept aloof on one side of the road, jogging along on the blind side of old Gunpowder, who had now got over his fright and waywardness.

    Ichabod, who had no relish for this strange midnight companion, and bethought himself of the adventure of Brom Bones with the Galloping Hessian, now quickened his steed, in hopes of leaving him behind. The stranger, however, quickened his horse to an equal pace. Ichabod pulled up, and fell into a walk, thinking to lag behind-the other did the same. His heart began to sink within him; he endeavored to resume his psalm tune, but his parched tongue clove to the roof of his mouth, and he could not utter a stave. There was something in the moody and dogged silence of this pertinacious companion, that was mysterious and appalling. It was soon fearfully accounted for. On mounting a rising ground, which brought the figure of his fellow-traveller in relief against the sky, gigantic in height, and muffled in a cloak, Ichabod was horror-struck, on perceiving that he was headless!-but his horror was still more increased, on observing that the head, which should have rested on his shoulders, was carried before him on the pommel of the saddle; his terror rose to desperation; he rained a shower of kicks and blows upon Gunpowder; hoping, by a sudden movement, to give his companion the slip-but the spectre started full jump with him. Away then they dashed, through thick and thin; stones flying, and sparks flashing at every bound. Ichabod's flimsy garments fluttered in the air, as he stretched his long lanky body away over his horse's head, in the eagerness of his flight.

    The scent of fear, and terrifying pursuit: wind-whipped, chilly night air, oppressive black pine, globs of dark opopponax, and bleak cedar, and distant, unreachable church incense.

    I've never done a first review before.

    The label on this is all dark and blue-y artwork. It's definitely gorgeous. So far I am really into these Sleepy Hollow bottles' artwork!

    In the Bottle: High, cold, forests. I'm not getting much incense in the bottle. It's definitely dark and sleek, absolutely reminiscent of fear itself.
    Wet: Hello ozone! This smells WONDERFUL wet, it's got a ton of throw and the woods are really coming together. The church incense is barely lurking, it's probably feeling a little swallowed by the opopponax. For the record? I love opopponax. This scent is heavy, almost like it's bearing down on you with the ferocity of its chill.
    Drydown: Frankincense? Is that frankincense? It smells a bit like mass, with which I am much more than down. On the drydown it seems like that distant incense is coming a little closer, but it's remaining high, cold, and shrouded in forests. I am in love with this.
    Throw: Good-to-strong. It starts off with this awesome POW and on the drydown it's still strong, but it's not slapping my surroundings with its might.
    Overall: FAN-BLOODY-TASTIC. This is everything I had hoped for and more.
    Keep or Swap?: I'm keeping this so hard I might buy a second bottle.


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    04 Dec 2011 - 03:03
    Do you really?! PICS OR IT DIDN'T HAPPEN! That is awesome. :D
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    21 Apr 2011 - 04:48
    Hey there! You're a fellow pony fan? ;< We must be pals!
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    22 Jan 2011 - 20:46
    I was cleaning out my bookshelf and found a vintage copy of Cherry Ames, Dude Ranch Nurse, which has the same cover art as your icon! I was staring at it, thinking, "that is so familiar looking..." and then I realized why. :)
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    28 May 2010 - 15:32
    <3 <3 <3.
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    10 Jan 2010 - 16:05
    Hahaha, yep, it's me, the same verbranden as from LJ. :)
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    25 Nov 2008 - 06:55
    patchouli pie!
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    20 Nov 2008 - 04:40
    Helllllooo to my little Crypt Queen muffin!
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    14 Jun 2008 - 21:05
    I am spending way too much $$$ on bpal, clearly. But I'm having trouble feeling bad about that!
    We should do a sniff-swap sometime (if your address ever recognizes that I exist).
    I think Von misses Danielle, not me seeing as I make Danielle to terrible, terrible things to him.
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