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On application, I definitely get the rubbery quality mentioned by @theseagrows. It reminds me very much of the rubberiness of Babycat by YSL. I think this is coming from some combo of beeswax & ink. The leather is also very present in the wet stage, followed by paper. As it dries this mellows into a very creamy blend of yellowing paper and beeswax, drenched in thick black ink. The leather only wafts in from time to time on me. Amber and oakmoss transform this from a realistic leather bound tome into the artist's hazy interpretation of the scene. No sharp edges, just impressions in a dimly lit room. I have a feeling this one is going to be a real beauty as it ages.
- Today
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A foresty scent with a shot of something sweet, almost tart. I was worried about the spikenard but it's not aggressive. Green and brown tones blended with a streak of lilac, this scent is earthy and fun. Sweet, woodsy, floral.
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Frosty lilac and wild lettuce when first applied. It smells of the earth without smelling particularly like soil or any dampness. Really gorgeous and floaty feeling, like bright blue light. The dry down brings out the white chocolate and mixes with the lilac. BPAL does lilac so well. This one in particular is stronger than say the lilac found in Vigil of the Harvest Suitors, sharper and fresh from the sprig. A unique scent, quite ethereal and bright.
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Apple spiced with dead leaf and concrete. October never worked on me, but this is good. Unless you really can’t stand dead leaves in any amount, this is lovely.
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I'm surprised this kitty isn't getting more attention yet! This is lovely simple fruit scent with zingy biting spice, spicy mango heaven as mentioned above. I agree the mango is more like dried or candied mango, but it's lovely fruit note here. At first there's certain spiciness that reminds me of ginger and the clove isn't too much recognizable, but whatever the biting tang is it softens remarkably as the perfume dries. Without the clove this would be nice scent for spring and summer, but clove makes this perfect for colder months too. I get amber only after couple of hours and the scent has mellowed to a beautiful, resiny cloud.
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Dead Leaves, Patchouli, and Red Musk
forspecial_plate replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Halloweenie
The dead leaves give this a little bit of a "chilly" effect and combined with the earthy patchouli, it's kind of like an autumn walk in the forest. Red musk is more of a background note for me but there is something hay-like going on around the edges, not sure where that's coming from. This really needed to sit and rest after traveling, it kind of shifted around for the first week or two - but I liked it from the start. After a few hours the patchouli takes me into the study with a robe and slippers which I'm ok with, and this could be a skin chemistry thing that patchouli does sometimes. The next day this left a delightful scent on my sweater. I felt this scent was a pretty safe bet for me and I'm happy with it! -
No question, this is a big flask of liquid kohl and sweet vinyl. Seems like it would be too chemical for me, but I love the wood that joins in, providing some contrast for the darker chemical elements. I want to try layering this one with Clown White or Datura SN
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Lavender cotton candy fur and vanilla popcorn balls, sent skittering out of the kitchen with a good-natured wave of our polished wood rolling pin.
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A sturdy but soft lavender cotton twill, lightly flour- and sugar-dusted, with deep pockets full of kitchen mysteries.
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A chewy delight made from a blend of rice flour and purple yam, fried in lavender-infused oil and dusted with granulated sugar.
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A row of plump, cardamom-spiced sweet buns overflowing with pooflets of lavender cream and almond paste.
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An aromatic crusty loaf covered in pre-bake slashes to create a floral pattern on top, flecked with flax, sesame, pumpkin seeds.
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A rapidly melting tower of vanilla ice cream thoroughly glooped with marshmallow sauce and amethyst syrup, speared with shards of waffle cone.
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A goblet of pale liquid gold infused with an almost iridescent shimmer of lavender essence.
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Nothing beats that classic fluffy, bouncy texture, rendered eternally moist thanks to shreds of fresh carrot, delicately spiced and slathered in lavender cream cheese icing – including the obligatory carrot on top, piped in purple frosting.
- Yesterday
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Well, he was humming this hum to himself, and walking along gaily, wondering what everybody else was doing, and what it felt like, being somebody else, when suddenly he came to a sandy bank, and in the bank was a large hole. “Aha!” said Pooh. (Rum-tum-tiddle-um-tum.) “If I know anything about anything, that hole means Rabbit,” he said, “and Rabbit means Company,” he said, “and Company means Food and Listening-to-Me-Humming and such like. Rum-tum-tum-tiddle-um.” So he bent down, put his head into the hole, and called out: “Is anybody at home?” There was a sudden scuffling noise from inside the hole, and then silence. “What I said was, ‘Is anybody at home?'” called out Pooh very loudly. “No!” said a voice; and then added, “You needn’t shout so loud. I heard you quite well the first time.” “Bother!” said Pooh. “Isn’t there anybody here at all?” “Nobody.” Winnie-the-Pooh took his head out of the hole, and thought for a little, and he thought to himself, “There must be somebody there, because somebody must have said ‘Nobody.'” So he put his head back in the hole, and said: “Hallo, Rabbit, isn’t that you?” “No,” said Rabbit, in a different sort of voice this time. “But isn’t that Rabbit’s voice?” “I don’t think so,” said Rabbit. “It isn’t meant to be.” “Oh!” said Pooh. He took his head out of the hole, and had another think, and then he put it back, and said: “Well, could you very kindly tell me where Rabbit is?” “He has gone to see his friend Pooh Bear, who is a great friend of his.” “But this is Me!” said Bear, very much surprised. “What sort of Me?” “Pooh Bear.” “Are you sure?” said Rabbit, still more surprised. “Quite, quite sure,” said Pooh. “Oh, well, then, come in.” So Pooh pushed and pushed and pushed his way through the hole, and at last he got in. “You were quite right,” said Rabbit, looking at him all over. “It is you. Glad to see you.” “Who did you think it was?” “Well, I wasn’t sure. You know how it is in the Forest. One can’t have anybody coming into one’s house. One has to be careful. What about a mouthful of something?” Pooh always liked a little something at eleven o’clock in the morning, and he was very glad to see Rabbit getting out the plates and mugs; and when Rabbit said, “Honey or condensed milk with your bread?” he was so excited that he said, “Both,” and then, so as not to seem greedy, he added, “But don’t bother about the bread, please.” And for a long time after that he said nothing … until at last, humming to himself in a rather sticky voice, he got up, shook Rabbit lovingly by the paw, and said that he must be going on. “Must you?” said Rabbit politely. “Well,” said Pooh, “I could stay a little longer if it—if you——” and he tried very hard to look in the direction of the larder. “As a matter of fact,” said Rabbit, “I was going out myself directly.” “Oh, well, then, I’ll be going on. Good-bye.” “Well, good-bye, if you’re sure you won’t have any more.” “Is there any more?” asked Pooh quickly. Rabbit took the covers off the dishes, and said, “No, there wasn’t.” “I thought not,” said Pooh, nodding to himself. “Well, good-bye. I must be going on.” The Hundred Acre Wood’s resident Virgo (affectionate). The scent of neat rows and polite refusals: toasted oats and clover honey, crushed lemon verbena, wild carrot leaf, and white tea poured with exacting care. A dab of condensed milk on a clean spoon, a faint rustle of vetiver, and a courteous cough to suggest that your visit has gone on quite long enough.
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On Monday, when the sun is hot I wonder to myself a lot: “Now is it true, or is it not, “That what is which and which is what?” On Tuesday, when it hails and snows, The feeling on me grows and grows That hardly anybody knows If those are these or these are those. On Wednesday, when the sky is blue, And I have nothing else to do, I sometimes wonder if it’s true That who is what and what is who. On Thursday, when it starts to freeze And hoar-frost twinkles on the trees, How very readily one sees That these are whose—but whose are these? On Friday—— Hot, sunny cardamom amber and milky musk, honeyed rice and snowy slush.
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Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his paws and began to think. First of all he said to himself: “That buzzing-noise means something. You don’t get a buzzing-noise like that, just buzzing and buzzing, without its meaning something. If there’s a buzzing-noise, somebody’s making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you’re a bee.” Then he thought another long time, and said: “And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey.” And then he got up, and said: “And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it.” So he began to climb the tree. He climbed and he climbed and he climbed, and as he climbed he sang a little song to himself. It went like this: Isn’t it funny How a bear likes honey? Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! I wonder why he does? Then he climbed a little further … and a little further … and then just a little further. By that time he had thought of another song. It’s a very funny thought that, if Bears were Bees, They’d build their nests at the bottom of trees. And that being so (if the Bees were Bears), We shouldn’t have to climb up all these stairs. He was getting rather tired by this time, so that is why he sang a Complaining Song. He was nearly there now, and if he just stood on that branch … Crack! “Oh, help!” said Pooh, as he dropped ten feet on the branch below him. The bees were still buzzing as suspiciously as ever. A golden gourmand for a philosopher. Wild clover honey buzzing with mead fizz, a gust of woodsmoke, and a dusting of ambered pollen.
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yes! a perfect windowsill pie. mostly apple pie filling foregrounded against a nice dry dead leaf scent, and I think the leaves are helping prevent it from turning into apple candle.
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I am not an ube specialist, so I can't be certain if this is a good/strong/exemplary ube scent, but it is a lovely cheesecake, and one of the ones in which I am actually picking up the graham cracker crust. It's not particularly pumpkiny, but I am happy to let the cheesecake shine.
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“Piglet,” said Rabbit, taking out a pencil, and licking the end of it, “you haven’t any pluck.” “It is hard to be brave,” said Piglet, sniffing slightly, “when you’re only a Very Small Animal.” Rabbit, who had begun to write very busily, looked up and said: “It is because you are a very small animal that you will be Useful in the adventure before us.” Piglet was so excited at the idea of being Useful, that he forgot to be frightened any more… Pink clover and wild strawberries, red bean paste, pink vanilla, sweet acorns, apple blossom, caramelized almond, and a shy puff of sugar.
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Each purchase of Gloomily, Gloomily comes with a 1/32 oz imp of the Donkey’s Tail. The Donkey’s Tail is not available for sale on its own, and make sure you keep it safe as you never know where it might end up. “That Accounts for a Good Deal,” said Eeyore gloomily. “It Explains Everything. No Wonder.” Doubles as a bell-pull: a beribboned strip of French lavender, bourbon vanilla, silver thistle, grey musk, pink silk, and well-loved grey cotton.
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delicious diner atmospheric! for me, this is less like a hot plate and a steaming mug in front of me, and more like the woosh of smells upon walking into the pancake house.
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“Good morning, Eeyore,” said Pooh. “Good morning, Pooh Bear,” said Eeyore gloomily. “If it is a good morning,” he said. “Which I doubt,” said he. “Why, what’s the matter?” “Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.” “Can’t all what?” said Pooh, rubbing his nose. “Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush.” “Oh!” said Pooh. He thought for a long time, and then asked, “What mulberry bush is that?” “Bon-hommy,” went on Eeyore gloomily. “French word meaning bonhommy,” he explained. “I’m not complaining, but There It Is.” Every solid friend group has at least one goth kid representing. Soft grey musk, pink thistle, lavender ash, tea leaves, pale iris, grey lilac, and rain-soaked moss. Each purchase of Gloomily, Gloomily comes with a 1/32 oz imp of The Donkey’s Tail. The Donkey’s Tail is not available for sale on its own, and make sure you keep it safe as you never know where it might end up.
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Dead Leaves, Green Tea, and Tahitian Ginger
LavenderCoffee replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Halloweenie
lots of green tea! which almost creates the impression of a pile of dead leaves and green leaves. I was not able to find much of the ginger, but it's a lovely scent regardless.
