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Given the huge number of BPALs deliberately crafted to evoke the before, during, or after stages of coitus (plus the ones that accidentally conjure it *cough*DiscardedWeapons*cough*), I don't know why the name made me so nervous. But I was ... trepidatious ... to just open the bottle and get a raw facefull, as it were. Just exactly what kind of fucking were we talking about, here? How LONG had the fucking gone on? Were leather restraints involved? Had there been a pizza break at midnight, yes or no, and if yes, was Beth going to sneak in a complicated reference to Day-Old Ham...? Reader: I need not have worried. The answer to my questions, in order, were: 1. FEMME and FANCY FUCKING, INDEED 2. IT WAS A COITUS OROBUROS 3. NO 4. NO, THANK GOD, NO, THIS IS PORK-FREE PORKING 5. IBID The first impression is white musk and/or light skin musk, heavily juiced with soft tropical fruits and florals. I think I smell papaya, hibiscus, one of the softer tropical bark notes like coconut husk, and maybe orris or iris root. Nothing is individuated or obtrusive - I don't smell any one distinct note, just a soft sweet mélange. There's a U-turn into lotus root territory, anchored by a very tiny hint of bitter greenery in the back - tea leaf? Violet leaf? - and then it turns pale and powdery, like clean cotton sheets. So, depending on the stage of wear, this evokes either moist, heavy breathing and really juicy foreplay, or lying about in your juice-besmirched bedding and recovering your energy for a new wave of femme fucking. Very much in the vein of a lesbian Shunga, or one of the softer blends like Penetralia or Rose Milk Tea (while not smelling like either of those). Then - it just collapses into a heap. It's DONE FOR. It's gone, but it left its perfumed panties stuffed under your pillow. Hope this helps!

This smells like the amped-up magical powerhouse cousin of Recovery Room and Blackout Blinds. I love it for work when the ambient noise of 2025 is jangling my nerves too much for me to really buckle down and hit my effective zone. The scent is herbal, zippy, citrusy, and gently sunny. I think it would be an amazing therapy adjunct.

I absolutely adore this for the hour or so that it twines around my wrist before slithering away into the grass.

I sniffed this at the DragonCon booth and my first thought was, "Wait, I thought I really disliked Fae Forest, but now it smells fresh and amazing!" Then I realized I had previously reviewed the ATMO, but my hand was holding the newly released HAIR GLOSS. I don't wear hair glosses except as a body spray, but this smelled intoxicatingly good. The last three RPG hair glosses (Fae Forest, Elven Glam, and Celestial Aura) have been solid rock stars. I look forward to reading some more hands-on reviews.

The sugared patchouli, caramel, and tobacco flower aspects create a Snake Oil-Lite variant on my skin. I can't wear Snake Oil at all, so it's pleasant to vibe along with the OG while that stage lasts. Overall, the blend opens and ends with a poof of soft orange blossom that's girlish but not cloying.

Sniffed: musty roasted nuttiness, hearth smoke, soft leather book bindings, and parchment paper notes. Applied: all of the above, plus pale, austere beeswax. There's a light sweetness that's distinctly beeswax and not a honey note. Wear: very true to the notes. The gourmand and hearth/library aspects are so interwoven that it's hard to call the blend desserty or pictorial or both. However you characterize it, it never loses the smokiness, but the gusts of sweetness vary from sweet wax to sweet wood resins to sugared, nutty biscotti. It stays low on the skin, but smoulders a long time. The final effect of the smoke reads like pipe tobacco and teakwood incense.

Lots of dried mango and spicy clove to start -- at this stage it reminds me of Vero Mango lollipops or mango chamoyada candy sticks. The rest of the blend is quite subtle, with a touch of floaty resins, but no big stompy notes. Fades to a gentle glow of mango and a dark resiny note.

Last year the Lab released a Pumpkin Nut Bread Atmosphere Spray (Pumpkin-puree baked into a walnut-studded loaf, steaming with cinnamon, nutmeg, and clove) that was breathtakingly realistic and toothsome. Halloween Hagelslag hits the same way, but this time the top note is the melting bittersweet chocolate chips embedded in the loaf that you've just pulled from the oven. I feel like I can smell the chocolate layer as distinctly as if I were rolling individual sweet chips on my tongue, distinct from the not-too-sweet-but-sweet-enough pumpkin loaf (which smells like Pumpkin Nut atmo sans walnut). Delicious! Overall I find it has decent but not aggressive throw. I get mostly nutmeg, cacao, and buttery wheaten bread notes on the drydown. At this stage it's more like a chocolate-coated version of the croissant and baguette notes than a dessert.

All of the Flash blends share the same blue-black India ink note, faintly acrid and cool-smelling (how does it smell cool? It smells cool like a fresh, wet sheet of ditto paper just pulled from the mimeograph machine - there's a scent flashback for ya). For Witch Flash it's paired with unapologetically smoky, acrid herbs, rushes, roots, pungent and ferocious, overlaid with sweet incenses; I get hints of grassy vetivert, the remnants of someone's burned cinnamon broom, hay, mandrake, and an incense note that manages NOT to smell like Nag Champa, but is somehow aggressively maroon (???) and tinged with classic frankincense, "if incense were distilled into a cordial" levels of intense. The smoke aspect is biting but sweet (more like The Lights of Men's Lives than Brimstone) The herbal/acrid/smoky aspect reminds me of -- I think -- Witches' Kitchen or The Witches Go to Market.

I love when Beth takes a challenging (or fun!) note and noodles with it across several iterations, playing the perfume version of "Will it waffle?" I'm specifically thinking of the recent variants on bread dough, lipstick accord, milk/scorched milk, motor oil, and kerosene/gasoline. Black Eyeliner is a complicated blend when sniffed, and I suspect it's a duo play on the kerosene (Bic lighter) and makeup base accords. Right off the (sic) bat, there's a note that reminds me of Prop Chainsaw or Pumpkin Gas Can (sans pumpkin), a waxen sweetness, and a definite pop of scorched plastic. It's overlaid with waxy, gothic black leather and what my nose infers might be rosewood or soft fir (to represent the pencil aspect?). When first applied it's sweet like sweet wood notes and sweet makeup base, but also petro-chemically altered, stoned to the gills on whatever was being passed behind the gym at fifth period (senior class), liberally wrapped in a worn black (NOT brown) leather cuff. As it wears, this smells like the back racks of PVC and vinyl fetish clothes at Hot Topic before it went sparklegoth. There's some perfumed makeup samples open in the store, sure, but you're pawing through the dino bones rendered down into gleaming faux patent corsets and metallicized black poly lamé, filled with offgassing and adrenaline, back when the suburban mall punk experience was as close as you'd ever get to Picadilly Square. I'm not getting any incense or headshop notes, but you could convince me there's a sticky resin binder in the eyeliner. (It quickly loses the plastic scorch, if that part worried you.) Now that I sniff some more, I think the sweetness reminds me of black anise or licorice, so that might be contributing to the eyeliner vibe (however, I wouldn't call this a licorice blend like Black Plastic Rats). There's a light infusion of Beth's mirrored glass or silver needle note, to represent the pyramid spikes (were yours hematite or stainless?). Anyway - artificial and offputting as a black mohawk, fun as illicit clubbing in high school, leatherpunk AF, and deeply nostalgic for this OG new waver. It smells about as dangerous as a goth My Little Pony, and it makes me want to pinch the cheeks of the precious baby batses clopping by in their 12-inch platform Docs. I don't know that I need a bottle, but I would definitely use it for layering on Halloween.

Tested in the vendor hall, so I may have missed some nuances, but here's my fast impression: blackened plum curtains shielding the hidden doorway to an occult headshop. Only a hint of incense trickles out behind the clove, black fruits, and red musk. I don't get oud except for a hint of bitterness sharpening the fruits. No rust or rot - this is musk, sharp dark fruits, and essence of Goth, as advertised.

This looks like a serene, muted, office-appropriate plum -- from a distance. In reality, it's the perfect shade to wear to the surprise funeral of your secret enemy. You'll look appropriately solemn and respectful -- again, from a distance. No one will suspect the glee behind your composure, or the insouciance behind your manicure. But once the rites have concluded, and you've stripped off your black gloves, you'll grasp your steering wheel and watch the sunlight dazzle and dance off the thousand rainbow shimmers swimming in the bruise-black depths of your nail beds, and you will smile. You will smile.

If our eyes interpreted the lightless void between the stars not as black, but as pink, it would look like this pink. If you wanted your hands to cosplay Margot Robbie's cowgirl suit, this would be your pink. In fact, if Greta Gerwig fed every frame of the Barbie movie into a centrifuge until it separated into a spectrum of pinks, and then she made a nail polish from the densest pink particle she could extract, tossing in a handful of glitter from Barbie's dance floor, it would be this polish. So, as I mean to tell you, this is PINK. For a jelly, it's densely pigmented enough that I'd call it a crelly. I got one-coat coverage, though I'm sure you could add as many coats as your doctor allowed. It's not clear from the photos on the site, but it's actually packed with gold, lavender, and hot pink sparkles. This is PINK PLUS. This is the ENTIRE Pink Pony Club in a bottle. Drag queens, perkygoths, kindergarteners and kindergarten teachers alike: come and get your pink.

Coquelicot is a nonstop baby-aspirin-peach-tinted rave on my thumbnail. There is no light source - none - that keeps these flakies from flashing and glittering like a shattered disco ball. Going to the bathroom in the middle of the night? Follow the glowing reindeer nose on my left hand. Formula-wise, the jelly base is squishy and dense with a single coat, which is all I had time to apply at the booth. It's sheer and fully packed with flakes. I'm sure it would build to something spectacular or make a great topper. Color-wise, my eye can't decide if it's baby pink with pumpkin-orange flakes or pale sherbert orange with hot pink flakes; it's hard to focus through the dazzle. (Okay, now that I'm looking at it in the sunlight, I see that the flakes are multichrome hues of green-gold, gold-orange, and orange-pink.) Summation: if "vajazzle" were a fingernail polish...

This one sold out the fastest at the booth, for good reason. A single swipe and it's still sheer enough to see the color of my nail bed, but as I flex, it flashes nearly opaque from the density of the scattered holo shimmer. The color is old gold, peaches, and champagne beige, flaring with minute specks of lime green on rotation. I love how it's demure and flashy at the same time - "What dragon nails? Oh, THESE dragon nails? That's just a little sparkle is all." This would work as a standalone or a topper. I think it would be amazing over a black, opaque white, or bright green base. It's not really a clubbing polish, but it would be STUNNING for day wear, for dates, and by candle-light.