DigitalCoyote

I've tried this twice now. I spent a long time trying to figure it out (read: huffing myself) and it got my mom's attention. She made a face--the same face when she smells Western Diamondback--and said it smelled like a "[me]" kind of smell without elaborating on what that meant. Maybe she means confusing; in contrast, her current favorite isn't as complicated in terms or scent or morphing. 1st test (a four days ago): Wet: clean metal and snow Just dry: I AM A TIGERBLOOD SNOW CONE!!! Dry dry: snow and candy (Red Vines) Post drydown: strawberry and plastic candy (that Twizzler kind of smell but more pleasant) and something warm I can't place (tobacco?) 2nd test (today): Wet: tobacco and the metal smell from Metal Phoenix Just dry: tobacco and snow Dry dry: snow and something warm to keep it from going too sweet. Post drydown: warm, vaguely sweet, spicy with snow and metal popping their heads out occasionally I'm gonna blame my body for the swing from sugar bomb to sturdy fall perfume/low key cologne. This is wild. I'll have to try this again in a week to see how different I smell.

One of my favorite layering combos is Pride + Brom Bones. The Fourth Lash is their baby who favors its vain and haughty mother.

I tried this at the Lunacy event today and wanted to love this so badly: magnolia and I have been BFFs since Josie. Wet: This hit me in the face. All I could think was wet and slimy...green? Definitely WET. The nice lady in the green lipstick that smelled it described it as muddy and agreed with my assessment that my skin was not having it with this smell. It turned in to a floral something several hours later.

My skin amplifies sweet so this is literally as described: in your face peach, magnolias, and honey. I wear this when I want to announce myself and flirt shamelessly. I could roll in this for the rest of my life and will gladly give any unwanted bottles/imps a forever home.

Never owned a lace or monster scent so this is new territory. I've got odd skin--I beam sugar scents out to ten feet away even when I can't smell it and vetiver smells like hot processed meat while it's on--so there's no telling where this is going. Wet: Immediate scent was reminiscent of Skin So Soft. Mom said "sort of." Slightly dry: Dirty vanilla starts to creep out. More dry: Dirt and roses. Like Earth Phoenix and Pride had a baby...and some wild evergreen lurks on the edges. I wish it would've stopped here. It felt kind of wild. Does the lab regularly make something like this? Dry dry: Warm incense. I think this is what Black Temple Burlesque Troupe (cacao, musk, tobacco) would smell like on me if it wasn't murdered by the chocolate scent turning in to industrial strength baby powder.

This is definitely peach. It's not a fresh or canned drippy sticky sweet or candy-type peach. It's the fuzzy soft smell of a peach picked fresh from the tree and some soft flowers in the back as an afterthought. The Manly Guinea Pig likes it and suggested I wear it two days in a row. It's more mellow and less of a fizzy punch in the nose compared to the peach scent I got from Bath and Body Works. Definitely a keeper and I might find another bottle for my peace of mind.

Wet: Uh.....root beer....? I'm pretty sure I smell like A&W, maybe faintly of cream soda. Drying: Root beer and the dreaded baby powder. Dried: Still root beer and baby powder. Pretty strong throw, though.

I thought, initially, that I'd put Habu on again. I got something sweet--like a vanilla--which probably made me figure that's what had happened. What gave it away was that it just wasn't as "in your face" or obvious. As it dried down, it turned in to a woody incense that didn't go powdery on me. This is probably why my boyfriend's boss thought he was wearing a new aftershave or something. I applied it about 18 -20 hours ago, but I can still catch a whiff of it every now and then.

Got this with the massive order of Yules I received last week. If I had to sum this up in a phrase, it would be "Victor Victoria." Initial wet stage: Oil, heavy metal, and a familiar cleaner or solvent. I think other posters may have nailed it with it being the big gold bar of Dial. This isn't a bright, sparkly metal flowers like Metal Phoenix. First drying stage: This is hardcore perfume. Floral. In your face floral. I was concerned that I'd run in to "old lady" territory because of how big this smell became. Second drying stage: A man's cologne or shaving cream. Warm, spicy, woody, a little green, and clean. The oil is still lurking, but it's not as pronounced as it was freshly wet. Dry: This doesn't know what it wants to be. I smell the manly part of this but occasionally get a whiff of something feminine and green; the boyfriend smells expensive perfume soap and something he can't put his finger on. I like this because it's hard to pin down on me. It's sure to make some men sufficiently uncomfortable. Edit 12/19: I put this on the boyfriend to see if he would smell better on him. In a word: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GG was manly on me, but turned in to the classic "old lady" perfume of doom on him.

The notes in this sounded interesting because of the combination and because I was looking for something to wear when belly dancing. When I opened the bottle this morning, I thought I'd hit the jackpot and felt the same way while it was still wet. I was a walking chocolate goddess, literally (instead of how it's used in that creepy pickup line way)! No -4 F day is going to bring me down smelling like that. No sirree. Then it started to dry: the tobacco was a great compliment to the cacao. And when it dried some more, I fell out of love. On my skin, this eventually became light incense and industrial strength baby powder. I'm not ready to give up on it, so I'll try aging it for a bit.

This scared me initially because in the imp and freshly applied to my skin, no good was coming of it. I initially got something nutty/seedy--never a good sign for me--that was overwhelmed by wood and water scents. I thought I'd made a major mistake in putting this on and my nose was seriously angry with me. After about 5 minutes to mellow, this turned on me. This became soft, sweet, feminine, and a happy/summery smell. A few more sniffs and I realized it reminded me of my mother. On my skin, at least, this morphs in to the spiritual sister of 273. I wish it had a longer throw because it was gone from me in less than 45 minutes. If my mom is good, I might go through the trouble of finding her a bottle of this, but she's not getting my imp.

I'm three snakes in to the Snake Pit: Western Diamondback, Cottonmouth, and now Habu. I've come to the conclusion that the common element, Snake Oil, is what's throwing the vanilla and incense and maybe a little teeny bit of leather on me. I don't know how old it is or under what conditions, if any, it was aged--I got this imp second-hand from a nice seller. I didn't get any greenery out of the smell in either of today's applications. There was, however, a burst of a citrus (more lemony than grapefruit or orange) on me in the stage between wet/fresh and the beginning of the dry down phases. I get different notes depending on the wrist I'm sniffing at the time. That said, I wish I would've read the reviews before I put this on today. My professor/advisor was running in and out of our classroom during a movie. On one trip he stopped for about a minute and didn't move; he was a few feet away at the time. "Who's wearing that? It's vanilla..." Long pause. "Or maybe its hairspray or something.." Long pause. He eventually left, but would periodically return to poke his head in for a few seconds. When he came back to class to sit down, he stood in front of my desk for a bit. "Will you stop huffing me already?!?!" He spluttered and sat two seats to my right. I think he was a bit embarrassed and it's probably why he couldn't sit near me for more than a few minutes. Man attractant (as other more knowledgeable posters have said) indeed. Or Habu was giving him the munchies: he is a pothead. One of two in our Criminal Justice department, actually. Either way, I'm amused.

*sighs* I guess I'm an odd duck. For the first ten minutes or so--when the smell is so fresh it's overpowering--this was a sweet scent on me. Herby and green, just barely flowery if there's any floral at all. After the dry down, it was very masculine and dark. I'm not entirely sure what commercial cologne it reminded me of, but it seemed like it could have be a member of the Drakkar family--albeit once or twice removed--or something else really masculine and common. It'll come to me eventually. It's not that I find the scent unpleasant--I think it's nice and the manly guinea pig (MGP) gave it his usual non-committal "eh"--but I think I would like it more on a man if it smelled the way it does on me.

Me and Mr. Bones, we got a thing going on. The only thing in my stash I can compare this to is Western Diamondback: both have a warm leather note, but Brom Bones is all-leather-and-musk-all-the-time. Where WD goes sweet and cuddly on me, Brom Bones is the most charming or dangerous man you'll ever meet. It just depends on what day it is and how he's feeling. I am in love with this. More after I slather it on the manly guinea pig (MGP) later.

I got this in the mail today. I laughed at my boyfriend being enamored with Tombstone because he said it was his "childhood." I'll be damned if this isn't mine. This is brown, dried out grass that's not quite dead--there's just enough moisture in the ground for the dandelions to pop up--on the baseball field I used to practice on as a little girl. In the end, this died down in to some nondescript incense smell. I assume that's where the warmth of Dog Days came from. This was a welcome surprise in the midst of such a snowy and sad winter. I dare say it almost made me cry.