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At first I was worried because it immediately went bug-spray on me, with a powerful splash of lemon, but then a soft, fresh-cut slightly crisp applishness arrived, bringing with it the soft, delirium-inducing heavy-scented deep pink rose. This scent went all fizzy in my nostrils, and now smells of summertime and of sparkling tonic water with a scoop of sorbet. Quite intoxicating.

A dark, pure, wet rose with the sacred, hollow smell of church incense behind it. Something about it is VERY reminiscent of Spellbound, but where Spellbound is pure dirty sex, this rose is pure holy knowledge. Roses at an altar, swathed in high, clear resin smoke -- this scent is untouchable and mysterious.

Cream tea with sugared vanilla that melts with the natural smell of warm, bare skin. Truly this is one of Beth's greatest accomplishments. This scent inspires gentle neck-nibbling, to be sure...

MMmm.... Pink Moon starts off with a big BANG! Of bright pink syrupy sweetness: a bit bubblegummy, but this phase is like a big girly giggle that quickly evaporates into something a bit more mellow. What I get next is instanteous ticklish PHLOX, and I'm so happy about this because I adore the pink, powdering POOF of phlox. It is girlie, it is pink, but it is softly rounded with a hint of spice. Pretty much the perfect scent for a bright spring day.

This is beautiful: it starts off with a whallop of strong, cold pine backed by refrigerated citrus fruits-- then it all becomes more subtle and complex: all icy, creamy fruits, if that combination is at all possible. Sweet, thin musks combined with blue blue pine boughs, a gust of winter air, backed by a breath of crystalline flowers. All of it warms up and remains chill, but soft and remote... as if the very Ice Queen herself, appearing cold and distant, starts to warm up to you, and approaches you sweetly and kindly.

BLECK!!! Pickles! Pickles and burnt rubber!

Okay... please ignore me, vetiver just doesn't work that well on me.

Reading the other people's descriptions of this scent, however, does warm me up to the scent quite a bit... it's definitely woody-- like you've got your nose in a board, there's lots of dark, dry earth around... almost like you're at a construction site and there's nothing but the skeletal frame of a house being built, and dark, empty corners. It's a VERY evocative scent, and highly unusual.

**** I have since revised my opinion of this one because it's been about 2 hours since I applied it, and now it smells GREAT. It mellowed and sweetned up a bit, and now it smells of sweet, dry wood, as if shafts of sunlight found their way somehow through the slats in those boards, warming them just enough to release their kinder scent...

I clearly have to wear Wolfsbane sparingly-- it made me INCREDIBLY HORNY immediately after applying. Holy crappers. Rather than rice pudding, on me it smells like a peppery, wild straggly rose, with a toss of herbs all strewn about. When it mellows, the rose is slightly honeyed, but it also feels like there is something furred and feral about it.

I think I'm weird.

It is a bright, bright scent, like hot pink neon and red and bright yellow with cherry blossoms swaying in a clear wind. An orchid rides in your hair, as you eat juicy fistfuls of fuji apple and persimmon.

Whoa! This one smells strongly of cinnamon when first applied-- very much in the vein of Three Witches. As it mellows, there is a soft background aroma of vanilla cake, ginger, allspice, and perhaps a shot of rum. It is definitely a spicy, hot scent, perfect for the colder months.

Sudha Segara is like a cross between Dana O'Shee and Alice, and Queen of Sheba. The milk and honey makes this light, yet creamy, but the ginger provides a little hot bite. The ambrosial blend is a languorous, creamy floral. Wearing this blend is like much like backfloating in a pool of milk, blissed out on much Valium, with the scent of vanilla and ginger blossoms in the air. Sweetly lovely, but mysterious and indescribable as well.

Amazing. Just like poking around in an Indian market, and plunging your hands into great big baskets of spices-- fennel, anise, curry, coriander. Like eating samosas and caraway fritters, and freshening your breath after the meal with anise seeds. Potent, licoricey, sweet, and deeply exotic.

Le Petit Mort is all the bare-skinned, honeycream treacle of O, but without the baby powder after-effect. Feels like slightly flushed, kissed skin, and has a hazy cocoa-ness to it. Lovely and sexual.

A hot, damp breath over spicy orange, waxy, creamy tropical flowers that are just starting to decay and wilt from the heat. The air is so stagnant, the smoke from far-off incense hangs in the air. This scent sticks to your skin and blends with summer body perfectly.

The gorgeous exotic waxiness of an orchid, blended perfectly with warm vanilla sugar. Sweet and creamy.

I fell in love with this scent immediately after I read that it contained all night-blooming flowers. There's something inscrutably mysterious about this batch of blossoms, and everyone is right-- this scent is so perfectly blended, it is like the clean silk of a pale petal reflected in the moonlight-- flawless. The sugary phlox presence is perhaps most compelling and prominent to me, soft, almost apple-blossom-y, but cool and remote. A touch of powder, creaminess, and moisture. Perfect.

This is an absolutely perfect perfume for me, and it has become my signature scent. A thick, heavy, spiced vanilla-rose-- wet and warm. There's a toastiness, and the smokiness of incense behind the petal, and the scent seems to hover around you, in an enveloping swath. It is a swollen, thick, sexual, luxuriant fragrance. My boyfriend's pupils dilate when he smells this on me, and he can never stop raving about it or ravishing me when I'm wearing it.

Smells like tangy berries upon first application, then sweet and waxy. Upon dry-down I smell like a mixed fruit jam of some sort, with a powdery finish. Entirely pleasant and luscious, and if you like fruity perfumes, this one is for you.

The rose is a delicate honeyed tea rose, like that in Lucy's Kiss, and the pomegranate is red-purple in its juiciness. Each time you sniff you grasp both the flower and the fruit and it is simply feminine and lovely and long-haired.

Sweet with wine, apples, and berries-- yet sinuous and sharp that casts an edge to the scent. You smell like a luscious, baccanal berry banquet.

The deep old, oiled wood of church pews. Hours later, it surprisingly mellows out to smell like vanilla pipe-tobacco.... pretty freaking amazing and weird, all at the same time.

Goodness. I couldn't agree with rosefaith more. Also, my Kegel muscles just spasmed in sympathy for you ooowowowowowowowowoowwww! Talk about a shared experience!! Seriously, PLEASE feel better soon , and take CARE of yourself. I hope this procedure will fix the problems you've been having, as we all know there's NOTHING worse than crazy hormones.

Sending kisses and thought of healing your way,

--a.

On first application, a bold, strong swath of bright purple violets-- nose-tickling and high-pitched. As the scent mellows, the sweet clove pinpricks the woody, slightly chocolate scent of tonka bean. I've been wearing this for a couple of hours now and the scent seems to get stronger and stronger, and take over the skin. This scent is like walking barefoot a very posh, richly-colored carpet of russets, amethyst, and deep blue-- and with each step, there is a strong scent of violets-- another step, the strong scent of incense and clove.

Redolent, heavy-lidded, and dark. It is the smell of deeply oiled wood and brown, sweet myrrh. I almost smell something spicy in here, like a dribble of cinnamon sugar, mixed with the slow trickle of molasses. Masculine, hazy-- it is the very essence of curling up on a couch on a pale grey day, being slothful.

On first application, it is a bright sharp mint and astringent lavender, which turns slightly gritty and as the scent elapses. Upon drydown, it is the scent of a sweet mint leaf, placed on warmed earth.

Old Cairo is a scent truly devoted to its sacred origins as a Ra-temple night-drawing incense. Wet, it smells strongly of honey, raisins, and wine. The middle notes reveal the dry woodiness of cypress, and then the headclearing scent of bright lemongrass. Upon drydown, the sweetly resinous myrrh approaches, and it is then that the perfume becomes truly sacred, evoking visualizations of pathways though the mind.