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APDAY3 is probably the Amanda Palmer "Daylilies at the Bottom of the Stairs" prototype. It starts out with a big lily blend, and dries down to a stemmy, almost gone, floral note. If there is WOOD in this, I definitely can't smell it. If you like lilies, give this a whirl.

Ambergris accord, guiac wood, white benzoin, immortelle, and Somalian myrrh. I get light, white musk and something that I swear smells like carrot seed. Unfortunately, this has almost no throw on me.

Royal Hojari frankincense, 7-year aged raw patchouli, oakmoss, Yemeni myrrh, green fig, omubiri resin, blackberry syrup, and a sprig of crushed mint.

A perfume for mistresses and masters of a very specific trade: sultry red musk, heady jasmine, tobacco leaf, red sandalwood, hay sugar, golden honey, sweet carnations, and warm leather.

A fresh, light Napoleonic-era cologne with hints of rosemary, almond, oakmoss, and jasmine.

Salt-crusted wooden planks warmed by cardamom, 7-year aged patchouli, tonka bean, mace, and black pepper.

A sailor’s love song to her ship: Laotian oud, white cedarwood, sweet black patchouli, spiced rum, blackened fig, and coconut.

Smoldering spiced oak boughs and pine pitch crackling with golden sap.

Agreeable, tidy, and well-kept. She has kind eyes and a merry laugh. A bubble-pop of gaiety: polished teakwood, white musk, sweet benzoin, patchouli, star anise, and wild cherry. I get mainly a polished teak and patchouli with a whiff of anise and cherry. It's very polished, woody, blend. Fancy. Medium throw.

Honey-infused goat milk, incense smoke, yew boughs, black pepper, mandrake root, ambrette seed, red currant, kitchen herbs, and fly agaric accord.

Clove smoke, champaca incense, plum velvet, and hairspray.

A thin, sorrowful, lonely scent: white musk and dust, elemi and white amber, carrot seed and opium tar accord.

Tuberose and sweet amber.

Le Jour des Morts is a scent of remembrance, a blessing for those who have come before us. It is a bittersweet incense with red roses, climbing ivy, black hellebore, black dahlias, and a drop of red wine. Le Jour des morts est un parfum de souvenir, une bénédiction pour ceux qui nous ont précédés. C'est un encens aigre-doux avec des roses rouges, du lierre grimpant, de l'hellébore noir, des dahlias noirs et une goutte de vin rouge. Inky black incense, drop of roses and ivy. I actually get a fair amount of dark incensey florals on top of all of this. Good throw and wear length.

A bounty of butter, honey, and sweet cream.

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This one has vetiver and sandalwood, or even perhaps cedar. It ends up smelling like smoky, masculine pencil shavings. Odd.

Lavender-enveloped Snake Oil with cotton candy, honey, and rosewater.

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A dribble of pumpkin spice spilled onto a fluffy orange angora sweater.

Hazy clouds of bonfire smoke and dark, resinous incense envelops the silhouettes of shape-shifting witches dancing ‘round a blazing fire: black incense, woodsmoke, sumac, turmeric, dried ginger, cassia husk, red cedar berries, 7-year aged patchouli, wood moss, and blood-red vegetal musk

Sugar, tea, and rum.

She seems happier lately. We want whatever Meemaw’s having! Peel back the wrapper of universal consciousness and savor this hard nugget of butterscotch with a decidedly suspicious aftertaste.

Honeyed lilies, white musk, white pear, and golden amber.