PinkoCommie

I haven't tried the resurrected sort, only the original. And the original smells exactly like funnel cakes and sugar and that first-steps-off-the-tilt-a-whirl feeling of being just a bit off balance, the cacophony of the carnival whirling in the background, clouding your senses and drawing you back into the darkness and chaos of lights, noise and too much sugar. ... unfortunately, I don't wish to smell like funnel cakes, et al.

This is one of only three rose scents I can wear. (The others are the Queen's Salon and Crypt Queen. Maybe it's the queens....) Anyway, on me, this is sexy, smoky carnations under a starry sky, thick candles twinkling in the background. It's the heavy, wafting scent-you-can-feel of incense, magic and a hint of feral allure. This queen seduces you and before you know it, you're awake, staring at the sky, wondering where your pants have got off to...

I wish I had never even sniffed this. Not even a whiff. Because now, having sniffed it, I am forced to spend the rest of my life hunting down every bottle, decant and drop of the stuff. Who knew freaks smelled so great?

I just can't wear the Lab's leather note in anything. It's apparently one of my death notes; even the faintest hint makes me smell like I'm sporting Eau de Rotten Beef. Smeared on my favorite guy friend, though, this is the absolute sex.

I think it's the red musk that turns most snake oil derivatives into vaseline and bandaids on me. Unfortunately, the Charmer is no exception. I was very, very deeply sad about that. Oh well -- more for those who can wear her, yes?

With Father's Day coming up this weekend, I'm going to wear the same scent that used to give my dad fits when he was alive: Underpants.

I love this one. It's so gentle and sweet and calming. It's not cloying and does not go "play-doh" as O and Dragon's Milk did on me. Instead, it's soft and comforting and perfect. There's really nothing else to say.

People have compared this to Dorian and I can see that - with one gigantic (to me) difference: I can WEAR Theo! I tried Dorian because so many people rave about it, but on me, it was cloyingly, sickeningly sweet. It literally nauseated me. I wore it once and that was all. But Theo... ah, my Theo! Slightly less sweet than Dorian, which is, in this case, a blessing. Initially, it's even a little harsh and masculine. But five minutes later it settles into the most gorgeous, vanilla tea with SOMETHING else. I have no idea what it is, but it's gorgeous and I love it and I need a hojillion bottles. I believe it's a unisex scent, although on me, it's sexy and decidedly femme. <3

“Many things -- such as loving, going to sleep, or behaving unaffectedly -- are done worst when we try hardest to do them.” I couldn't sleep, so I sprinkled my favorite Eeyore (yes, I'm almost 30 and I still sleep with a stuffed animal - what's your point?) with TKO. That was about 7 minutes ago. Is there a muscle relaxer in this? Did Beth somehow aerate some vicodin or something? Head-to-toe, I'm relaxed and quieted and ready to rest. Not just sleep: rest. Wow. Just wow.

Headache relief. I suffer from extremely bad and constant migraines. I've tried EVERYTHING on the market, prescription and non. While this won't kill a migraine, often times I've found that it will stop one from developing. When I get the prodome twinges, I apply to my temples and wrists and the base of my skull and a dab on each wrist. Then I lie down, if possible. It helps SO MUCH. This was one of the best things I've ever invested in and a perfect complement to my Imitrex.

Yargh. I got a half-bottle of this because apparently I have no idea what I like, even after all this time. I thought I liked amber. I was pretty sure carnations are my friend. Certain musks don't hate me. Berries are happy, right? So then why did I smell like something crawled up my arm and died? This, sadly, is SO not for me.