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i received this as a frimp and as far as i can tell, i have never tried it. i love trying new to me GCs! anyhoo, it opens kind of sweet and tart at the same time-i get berries and tomato leaf with a tiny hint of cedar. the pine comes out more later, and then unfortunately the berries get kind of plasticky. it has that doll's head smell...while i like it as an idea, i dont' really like to smell like it, if that makes sense. still i find this scent to be very joyous and uplifting.
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This sounds beautiful but I can't find it anywhere. Would anyone have the link to it on Century Guild?
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A 2023 Halloween concoction which maybe should’ve been a Yule all along! Wooly and witchy, fuzzy and scuzzy, long green fingers tipped with ruby-red nails: raw wool, sweet oakmoss, and cranberry brandy.
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(2018 ver) (arrived today, will update if there' a big change) i agree with others when they say there's a hint of something lemon-y in here! and i also agree with others who mention that this is a rather light and delicate scent, completely the opposite of the notes list and frankly the label art (although i'm a fan of it of course). i don't get any of the honey i think, but i really don't mind as honey notes tend to go grossly, overwhelmingly sweet on my skin. i think it's mainly the snake oil and the sugar that's coming through for me. really, really love it as it is now, i hope they bring it back for this year's lupers!
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The whistle cries. Cheek pressed to the cool glass, breath fogging faintly as orchards and riverbanks blur past in watercolor hues. The air fills with rose creme and warm pastries from the dining car. Night falls. The train glides along the darkened coast, and lights shimmer in the distance like earthbound stars. Burnt sugar amber, polished French oakwood, cacao fleur, blushing peony, and cashmere musk.
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The intoxicating perfume of exotic incenses wafting on warm desert breezes. Arabian spices wind through a blend of warm musk, carnation, red sandalwood and cassia. [frimp from destash that arrived today, age unknown-- however the packaging is unlike other imps. it doesn't have a white flag label with just the name, it's wrapped around the imp and it matches the label on the website instead] this one was a little odd fresh, although that odd scent completely dissipates within a few minutes. it's very different from what i usually wear, it's a very dry scent-- and slightly sweet. to me it's sort of like going over to your spice cabinet and giving it a biiiiiig inhale while the remnants of last night's floral perfume clings to your skin. it also reminds me of bpal's bengal but slightly sweeter and without the slight sour smell i got from the skin musk. i'm not sure how i feel about it right now. i like my spiced scents to be a little more in your face, this one (right now at least) is quite subdued. the more i smell it the more i'm warming up to it, it's unassuming at first but it really curls around you... intoxicating.. will have to update after a week or so, my only hopes are that this gets stronger!! otherwise it's quite nice already.
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A bitterly cold, bone-white chypre; austere polar musk, vegan ambergris, and white tea combine to make a genteel, frigid perfume as bright and sharp as the first crack of glacial ice.
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A fatal temptation: vanilla bean paste, allspice, ground almond accord, cinnamon sugar, golden caster sugar, and a dusting of icing sugar.
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A bloodless scent stitched together like delicate antique lace, with a hint of powdered violet, plum brandy, and gleaming aldehydes.
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Testing the 2025 edition of Batty Lace: This is only the second lace scent I’ve tried, and I was expecting a version of the “cloud of french vanilla ice cream” that is the 2017 resurrected version of Antique Lace on me, but this is gentle and subdued. It reminds me of a softer and more feminine version of The Bow and Crown of Conquest (which also has vanilla and leather). The leather is a warm brown suede that stays firmly in the background and there’s a toasty brown sugar note that must be the caramel musk. That said, all the above is how it smells on my skin. On my hair, the soft brown sugar/suede is just a supporting player and the dominant note is a kind of dusty attic scent that must the “dried flowers and aged linens.”
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A whiff of seasonal dread, candied and cursed; the perfect gourmand perfume for holiday melancholics. A dense, boozy thud of brandied plum, candied citrus peel, dried cherries, sherry, blackened clove and nutmeg, ambered dust, moth-eaten burgundy velvet curtains, and a tiny plume of smoke from recently-spent matchsticks.
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In the imp/wet this is mostly pancakes (I swear they’re distinctly and specifically buckwheat pancakes) with an almost fruity absinthe note. Once on my skin, the fruitiness vanishes and it’s flapjacks surrounded by a cool haze of absinthe - the anise is light and cool rather than a strong licorice note (and without the “eau du nail salon” effect I got from Carnival Diabolique’s L’heur Vert), and there’s just enough mint for it to be cool and tingly in my nose but not enough mint for it to tingle/burn on my skin. No lemon at all, thankfully (lemon notes usually turn into lemon pledge floor cleaner on me). This is a light scent, but one with serious throw - at least six inches out from my wrist. It’s like being surrounded by a cool, fresh cloud. After about three-four hours it fades down to a powdery vanilla skin scent that’s not very pancake-like at all, but still pleasant. I added this decant to my order on a whim, but it may end up being my main favorite from this release. Cool, minty scents usually tingle/burn my skin, so a cool and minty scent I can wear this easily is a special treat.
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FloridaFledgling commented on Usagi's blog entry in Usagi's Blog
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cherry cola, a little flat no leather
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An aromatic panel of gingerbread conveniently drilled at hip-height, smutted up with patchouli and boozy brown musk.
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Slushy white mint, vanilla cream, lemon drops, grapefruit, and yuzu!
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Then she summoned a huntsman and said to him, “Take Snow-White out into the woods. I never want to see her again. Kill her, and as proof that she is dead bring her lungs and her liver back to me.” The huntsman obeyed and took Snow-White into the woods. He took out his hunting knife and was about to stab it into her innocent heart when she began to cry, saying, “Oh, dear huntsman, let me live. I will run into the wild woods and never come back.” Because she was so beautiful the huntsman took pity on her, and he said, “Run away, you poor child.” Mercy interrupting violence: well-worn leather shadowed by pine boughs, moss-slick bark, bloodroot and steel, and a tremble of wild apple. (Review thread creator note: This is a new Yule scent. If you're looking to review the 2018 release of The Huntsman, which was a Tarot scent, please click here.)
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A BPAL favorite since 2005, affectionately nicknamed ‘The Devil’s Bake Sale.’
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A BPAL favorite since 2005, affectionately nicknamed ‘The Devil’s Bake Sale.’ (Review thread creator note: If you're reviewing the 2018 Sugar Cookie Hair Gloss, please use the thread linked here. That hair gloss features a different sugar cookie scent!)
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This is almost all incense on me and it makes me sad.... The glorious honeyed peach was only around for barely a hot minute and then it's like champaca incense like doomsday_disco noted. And that's it all day on me. Unfortunately gave me a headache so to the destash it goes... I'll go back to my spun sugar cherry incense now.
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Strawberry preserves twisting through clouds of pink cotton candy and marshmallow fluff.
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A chilly, bright scent: flurries of virgin snow, crisp winter wind and the faintest breath of night-blooming flowers.
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We have resurrected Black Phoenix Trading Post’s sensual 2009 masterpiece. Red rose buds, with amber, clove, tonka, Indian musk, fir, and tobacco.
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I don’t know if all kids love Krampus, but mine sure does. She first met him a decade ago at Dark Delicacies, where he was portrayed by our dear friend, Bill Rude. She loves Krampus so much that we took her to the Gnigl Krampuslauf in Salzburg in 2017. Her intention to join the Los Angeles Krampuslauf as a wee Krampus was curtailed by the pandemic, but hope springs eternal. Kids love horror. They’re attracted to the strange, the uncanny, the mysterious. This is why they love characters like Krampus, despite the threat of being scooped up into a bag and tossed into a river. Kids embrace horror. They always have. Children understand that the world is stitched together with shadows, and that sometimes the shadows have teeth. They’re drawn to the strange, the uncanny, the impossible; they see the edges where reality blurs. Horror is not a trespass for them, but a playground: a place where the monstrous becomes knowable, where fear becomes understanding. Terror tales are a ritualized fear, safely cocooned in myth. This is why they love figures like Krampus, even with his clanking chains and sacks full of disobedient little souls. To a child, Krampus is not simply a morality lesson or a grim parental warning – he’s a symbol of freedom, of things that are wild, dark, and uncontrolled. Children instinctively know that monsters serve a purpose, that they give shape to anxieties too formless to name. They let kids practice both bravery and defiance, and they teach kids that though the world can be frightening and unpredictable, they can traverse its tangled forests and survive the darkness. I believe that children also know in the deepest part of their mythic, dreaming souls that monsters protect, challenge, and guide. Sometimes, the monster under the bed is the only one who truly understands you. Kids love Krampus, not in spite of his menace, but because of it. His is the shadow that makes the light shine brighter, and the rattle of his chains reminds them that stories, both light and dark, belong to them. A playdate with monsters: crimson musk stirred into molten sugar, ruby pomegranate syrup, tart cherries, a dusting of clove-spun candyfloss, and a drizzle of warm vanilla resin.
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In dramatic contrast to the soft innocence of Snow White and the dew-kissed freshness of her sister, Rose Red, this is a blood red, voluptuous rose, velvet-petaled, at the height of bloom. Haughty and imperious, vain, yet incomparably lovely to the eye, but thick with thorns of jealousy, pride and hatred.
