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Beaver Moon: Yuzu & Warm Honey Drizzle
Myrrha replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
Wet it is a delicate but bright Yuzu. Dry it is more balanced, leaning more to honey. Once dry this is a light scent and I only catch little whiffs of it unless sniffing my wrists directly. This might be a good concentration for warmer weather. it’s a very pretty, soft scent (by which I mean softer than a more bracing yuzu scent like Aizen-myoo) light throw. -
Thick white sticky sap beading up on a freshly cut stem in the bottle. On skin, that lightly chlorophyllic morning glory is bright and herbaceous as a top note, followed closely by a creamy lilac. By minute 30 the vine note has moved on. Something a little bit bitter is there, too, but overall the scent softens quickly into a very wearable, non-indolic floral. After an hour or so, a lightly powdery element emerges. Medium strong sillage that lasts just under 7 hours; just a little too potent for the initial couple of hours to be considered entirely work safe, I think. A lilac scent done well is a pleasure to wear, and this was done very well. Perfect for those days when you're feeling hardcore spring cottage core vibes, regardless of what the weather outside is like.
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I am reeeeeally into the Noix de Coco HG and this is the same cool coconut note with the added benefit of fresh and zesty lime in the forefront. Drink ‘em bot’ up. I’m not sure my nose knows a difference between lime and pink lime, but I’m okay with that; I just wish that lovely lime stayed around a little longer. (It does tend to last a bit longer in my hair than when used as a body gloss. The coconut lingers well in both uses.)
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Lines Written by a Bear of Very Little Brain
Elspethdixon replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Yules
Like Edward Bear, this one is a soft skin scent without much throw. The cardamom pulls lemon-y, and BPAL’s slightly minty slush note is present but not dominant. The honey and milk musk combo are more of a creamy skin scent than foodie/gourmand. It makes me think of sunlight on patches of melting snow. -
A diaphanous, nocturnal blend that shimmers between airy radiance and shadowed warmth. A silvery wash of moonflower and white heliotrope drifts over cool iris and gossamer musk, while golden amber resin and benzoin glow softly beneath like the living heat of beating wings. Threads of honeyed beeswax and tobacco flower lend a faint, feral sweetness, and a dusting of frankincense ash and myrrh smoke curls at the edges, recalling the dark from which she rises. Amelia Jane Murray, Lady Oswald
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Macabre domesticity; a little warmth for a long eternity. A tender absurdity of frozen grins reflecting in the sooty iron of a merrily-aflame stove. Banked coals of labdanum pulse with amber flame, while a dusting of clove, coal ash, and brittle vanilla scuffs the hem of dusty patchouli linen. James Ensor
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Maybe this is a blending accident. I smell something minty or birch-y or wintergreen-y, but in a warm way. Nothing fruity or resiny - just a weirdly warm-toned, astringent mint. Gradually, though, that becomes ... candied dates? Dates do smell interesting and complex down at their pith, sure, so I could see dates from this fume. And now, okay, now I'm getting fruitcake, riotously fruit-studded fruitcake with a scorched-sugar edge to the crust - something like black treacle or extra-dark cane syrup. .... no. No? No. Yes? No? Still astringent. Is the astringency the red currant? Yes. Is there patchouli in here? Slowly, slowly, creeping forward .... yes? ... still dragging that complex medicinal MINT with it, tho? Yes. I'm stumped. Baffled. Flusterical. I don't know what I'm smelling, or if I like it. I want to love it, but it's currently acting like fruitcake-flavored cough syrup, even though I can SEE the chewy patchouli wanting to come through. I'm going to come back and edit this review when I've figured it out. Sorry for liveblogging my confusion.
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I got this as a frottle from the lab! A very pleasant surprise. I can't wear bpal directly on my skin, cuz preggie, and therefore I can't pick out notes as well. But here we go, with it applied in my hair. Polyester Spiderweb starts out with some plasticy scent. Like when you get some plastic components pre-packed in a little plastic bag, and you break it open and get some fumes from the parts/factory air. But then it transforms to a white floral, fresh but elegant(without leaning towards fabric softener or soap). And settles with some soft warm unidentified base notes, like white flowers on a summers evening. Somehow the plasticy thing follows all the way, but subtle, and keeps it unique and interesting. This could mellow out in a boring floral standard perfume, but it does not. It's clean, simple and still has a little tiny quirk. A very balanced perfume. Good throw, long lasting. I would probably not recommend this to anyone, but I'm totally keeping it.
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Coyote Moon: Vanilla Incense and Roasted Tonka Bean
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
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Spiced Honey and Raw Patchouli.
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Palo Santo and White Amber.
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Desert Sage and Palo Santo.
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Cacao Dust and Ashes.
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Brown Sugar and Oak.
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When I was a child in the 1970s, I lived in a newly built neighborhood in Los Angeles that bordered land still undeveloped. The city thinned out behind my house and gave way to open hills. Wild horses thundered past, roadrunners darted through the chaparral and tumbleweeds, and at night, the coyotes sang. Some of my earliest memories are of lying awake and listening to their voices rise and fall in the distance, a wild and communal music that became a comfort to me. At pivotal moments in my life — initiatory moments — I would encounter coyotes crossing my path. These sightings were never casual. They appeared briefly and decisively, always coinciding with periods when something in my life was shifting or about to transform. Coyotes are among the animals closest to my heart, not simply for their presence in my early life but for what they represent. They are creatures of the in-between, thriving at the margins, adapting where others cannot. (Or will not?) Across cultures and throughout history, the coyote has been revered as a sacred being: Trickster and Creator, a deity of dance, song, storytelling, and celebration. Coyote is the bringer of change and chaos and a figure who embodies duality itself, at once helpful and harmful, wise and reckless. In myth, Coyote carries the wisdom of foolishness, acts as a benign prankster who has the singular power to defy and reverse fate, and becomes the unlikely bearer of gifts to humankind. Through disruption and mischief, Coyote teaches that survival depends on adaptability and that transformation often arrives disguised as disorder. Coyotes inhabit liminal space, and to embrace them is to embrace uncertainty as a companion. A spirit of defiance, resistance, and persistence, they should be venerated as an icon of our times. A scent for the coyotes of my childhood, sun-bright, resilient, and quietly feral: amber fur, white sage, chaparral, smoked palo santo, California sagebrush, clever sparks of white pepper, and sweet tonka bean. (Featured photo: the author with her first coydog, Chico. No, we didn’t know he was a coyote mix when we adopted him. A neighbor’s standard poodle magically gave birth to a litter of electric-amber puppies and I fell in love. Chico was beautiful to me: lava-orange fur that was shaggy like his coyote sire, but curled sweetly at the ends like his mother’s. He was strange, ridiculous, and delightfully clownish. I loved him so very, very much. In true Southern California form, Chico was not my only coyote mix. Arthur, my second coydog, was a shepherd/coyote, and I miss him equally. RIP, my wild boys. I love you forever.)
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Galvanic Goggles
SmellsPrettyGood2Me replied to lmaunu's topic in Phoenix Steamworks & Research Facility
Metallic notes with Indian musk, tobacco flower, and African balsam. Oooooh, this is nice. I'm getting some of the same cool metal note I've picked up in some of the RPG scents. Very much like a polished silver tea set! The tobacco flower is lovely and sweet without being cloying. There is a delicately spiced drydown that feels very feminine and alluring. Moderately strong projection and 6 hours of good wear, followed by another 2 more faint ones. I'm not sure if this was ever (or will be) offered as a hair gloss, but I think it would smell amazing in that format, too. Very worthy of a spot in the rotation when you want to smell nice without having to think too hard about it. -
Oh, this is phenomenal. Much as I love conifer scents, they tend to overwhelm other notes for me, so I was a little nervous about this one because what I really wanted was the soil and stone. Oddly - and a little sadly - I can't really smell the fir or cypress at all! I mostly get damp soil, then cold stone, then an assortment of dark and green herbs. It's smooth and deep and slightly unnerving in a truly captivating way, and even though I wish I could pick up a little of the fir and cypress, I'll deal for the sake of smelling everything else.
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Liberty: In the Form of the Goddess of Youth, Giving Support to the Bald Eagle
Assimbya replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Limited Editions
This is very much neroli and vanilla on me. I get hints of the other notes - a soft, not particularly spicy carnation; a smooth base note which I think must be a combination of the the brass and amber; and on, dry down, some pretty olive quality - but much more neroli and vanilla than anything else throughout wear. The combination skews more gourmand than I would have expected, reminding me of a creamy orange blossom ice cream I once bought myself for my birthday. I loved eating that ice cream, but I don't actually know that I want to smell like it! I would have liked something a little weirder and more atmospheric from this, with the brass and olive leaf more prominent. But as it is I think it will appeal to many people who prefer that more gourmand sensibility. I'll have to spend some more time with my decant to decide whether I want to keep it around. -
Roselight is a gentle love-bonding oil crafted to help fortify partnerships and relationships during challenging times. A balm for frayed nerves and sharp words, it coaxes remembrance of shared laughter, of private language, of the sweetness that first took root. Anoint the wrists, the pulse at the throat, or the space above the heart before speaking hard truths or making heavy decisions. Wear it to bridge divides and bring comfort. Let it serve as a promise to protect what is tender, to fortify what is faithful, and to keep choosing one another with patience, warmth, and deliberate grace. Contains: three rose oil variants, heartsease, violet blossoms, angelica root, orris root, benzoin, lavender, ylang ylang, jasmine sampaguita, and a touch of warming spices.
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Cool-toned brown jelly with silver shimmer & shifting blue and green micro sparks.
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“Well, Mrs. Dean, it will be a charitable deed to tell me something of my neighbours: I feel I shall not rest if I go to bed; so be good enough to sit and chat an hour.” “Oh, certainly, sir! I’ll just fetch a little sewing, and then I’ll sit as long as you please. But you’ve caught cold: I saw you shivering, and you must have some gruel to drive it out.” A fireside chat over a basket of sewing, as snow falls outside Thrushcross Grange. Hearthsmoke and smoldering clove-dusted firewood, rivulets of beeswax dribbling into snow flurries.
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“I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.” A feral and unrepentant animalic musk slick with heat, tangled with smoked birch tar that clings to skin like soot and desire. Refined cologne masks a deep, grinding base of dark resins, cracked leather, and vetiver root; earth torn open, roots exposed. An elemental fury, a wild, fanatical embrace terribly alive in its darkness.
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“Oh, I’m burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? Why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. Open the window again wide: fasten it open!” An incandescent amber storm. Strata of glowing ambers piled deep and restless, molten and honeyed, threaded with dark, resinous veins that pulse like blood under skin. Free, wild, elemental: the storm at her heart, beating against the glass until it shatters.
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Very dry red peppercorn with a touch of gingersnaps in the background. Like a gingerbread cookie with red hots in it. Bright red spicy.
