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This has an unexpectedly cool, jammy fir, Christmas tree vibe to it when freshly applied, which is probably the white moss. This quickly settles into a damp, woodsy, mossy sweetness. It has fairly low throw but great sillage. I'm not wild about it as a perfume, but I tried some in an oil burner, and it turned my living room into a cozy, moss-grown clearing in the deep fir woods.

Where are the reviews...?? Is this thing even on? Superstition is good! It's SO good! I'm not by nature a huge leather fan; I'm not opposed to it, but it's not a "sink into my background aura" smell for me the way amber and other resins are. For me, wearing a leather blend is An Event that will constantly tap me on the shoulder, reminding me that I Smell Like Leather Right now. For that reason, I don't need a variety of leather perfumes; I really just need one or two reliable standbys. Of the lab's various leathers, "well-worn" is always going to be my preference, but other well-worn leather blends like The Black Rider and Rogue fail due to other notes that always go wrong on me. Paladin and Gingerbread Jolly Roger are my two standby leathers... to which rank I add Superstition. Don't get me wrong; it's definitely, unmistakably leather in there, soft and supple but distinct, like standing in a room of vintage riding tack in an old but clean barn. This is a sweet leather, sweetened further in the marriage with roots and wild grasses (I believe I get some mandrake accord, dried hay, sweetgrass, and a touch of the dewy grass note). Frankincense rounds it out deliciously, and there's a dusty woodsiness as well that could be the blackthorn. I'm never good at picking out balsam, but I'm sure it's contributing to the herbalness. The herbishness (let's just continue to make up words, shall we?) is in no way culinary or spicy; you have gone into the fields and pastures and harvested the summer-fresh plants, then dried them all season in your creaking wooden attic. Honestly, I know all of the herbals and woods are modifying it, but this smells like the perfect Single Note Soft Leather on me. Buy it, buy it.

Imagine that you are sitting at a New Orleans hotel with the waiter preparing Bananas Foster tableside. To begin, they drop a whole-ass stick of butter in the sizzling pan, dump in cupfuls of sugar, toss in the banana, drench it with rum, and light it all on fire. Once the caramels are scorched and the butter is browned, they plate it and serve it piping hot topped with ice-cold vanilla bean ice-cream -- and, buddy, MINUS the bananas, that experience is THIS perfume. It's rummy but not rum-forward; it's butter-and-caramelized-sugars with some powdered ginger and cardamom in the background, fresh scraped vanilla bean, and - wait a minute, yes - the moist, yeasty heart of a cinnamon roll drenched in buttercream icing. Booziness: 2/5. Spiciness: 5/5. Foodiness: off the charts. Bottle: bought. I'd say it was distinctly different from Bonfire Toffee, which is dark caramalized sugar notes and a touch of smokiness. PS HBR is giving me more cinnamon and clove on this application. It starts out all the sweet butter and rum (sweet, but not too boozy), but the drydown is distinctly layered with PS. PS HBR doesn't dry down to resemble Pumpkin Spice Everything, either. I'm sorry, but you're just going to have to skin-test them all.

1. Unscrew the bottle lid. 2. ....... wait for the FIREBALL BLAST OF ALCOHOL to roll up and past your nostrils. Snort out the singed nose hairs. 3. Sit back and sip the COFFEE. This is black and bitter espresso with black and bitter chocolate notes that gradually modulate with the addition of a buttery caramel syrup. This is the thick, chewy Turkish coffee with extra grinds and Eastern European spices. It reminds me of the coffee notes from The Turkish Village (minus the roses). Once on the skin, the entire experience mellows out. The alcohol notes clearly got overcaffeinated and jittered out the door. My wearing experience is blackened espresso silt and cardamom, followed by caramel drizzle. This would be amazing layered with Pumpkin Latte (to boost the coffee element) or PS Hot Buttered Rum (to amp the butter and caramel) or, imagine the three together! Booziness: 8/5. Pumpkin Pie Spiciness: 1/5 (it reads Eastern European spicy, not American Thanksgiving.) Experience: extra demitasse.

Across the board I found that the boozy Pumpkin Patch blends have a lot of volatile alcohol top notes that boil out when you uncap, but the blend will smell almost completely different after some gentle oxidation. Based on my experience, I suggest you let the bottles sit uncapped and breathe for a good 15 minutes before testing - or hey, just shoot it straight! Pumpkin Spice Dark n' Stormy comes out of the bottle swinging mad, so let him cool off. Sniffed: treacley black rum as advertised, plus fizzy ginger beer and lime rind. Pumpkin pie married to a dark syrup pecan pie, boozier than a Christmas fruitcake and twice as drunk as your uncle. BIG booze mood here. BIG mad, BIG throw...blimey, this is LIMEY. To paraphrase Douglas Adams, PS D&S is like having a pirate smash your brains out with a slice of lime wrapped around a solid gold brick. ...hold on, this trip is WILD. Now I smell butter in the vial, so add key lime pie to the scent profile (but there's no butter on my skin). In fact, the longer I leave the bottle open, the more I'm smelling a buttery richness down in the depths. It's like peering through the seas of dark rum to the shipwrecked pie ten fathoms down. Otherwise, this BIG GINGER BIG SPICES KEY LIME ARRRR. Drydown: The most ... realistic .. grapefruit I've ever smelled. Grapefruit? Yes. Ruby Red grapefruit, to be exact, plus the aforementioned ginger beer and nutmeg. Booziness: 5/5. Pumpkin Pie Spiciness: 5/5. Trippiness: 3.5 hits.

2023 version! (If there's another review thread that I missed, please point me at it.) I was nervous to skin-test the boozy Pumpkin Patch blends because I don't, as a rule, play well with alcohol notes. Well, the joke's on me, because this was the one I was most afraid of, and now I want a bottle. Sniffed: spicy and pleasant, with top notes of cardamom, nutmeg, and something that smells like a warm, woodsy cologne. There's some round pumpkin pulp in the center married to the anise, sweet fennel, and black licorice notes of the absinthe itself. Wormwood itself is bitter and green, and I get a tiny bit of herbal greenery, but not bitterness. At one point I'm thinking I smell palo santo? Sandalwood? Bay leaf? The overall effect has the warm burn of fine liquor in your gullet. I love, actually this blend. "Would you like to smell like a nutmeg and licorice cologne?" "Yes, yes, I -- I had no IDEA how much I wanted to smell like a nutmeg and licorice cologne!" Booziness: 3/5. Pumpkin Pie Spiciness: 4/5. Balls: pure brass.

Woodsy dry sandalwood and lovely white tea in equal measure, plus jammy cypress bough. Cushioned by the dead leaves note, but not dominated by it. This has a surprising amount of throw on me. It smells clean and a little wistful, like staring out of a window at a rainy fall evening from the comfort of your warm armchair. While it doesn't seem to share any notes, it has the same luxury-spa-day-for-your-mind feel of Blackout Blinds. This would be a lovely wind-down, meditation, or sleep scent.

Obviously bottled in 2010, so considerable bottle-aged by now. I do not (blessedly) get meat. Primarily I get chocolate that vibes as both a creamy milk chocolate and a sprinkle of dark bittersweet shavings. It's modulated with some spice - allspice, or ginger and/or cardamom - plus something that could be a tiny tinge of a dark, animalistic or "smutty" musk. Sniffed in the bottle there are in fact some lemony-herbal notes (like verbena) that don't translate to my skin. This reads like a Box of Bonbons proto, and is actually quite a pleasant chocolate blend.

Another standout blend. Wet: Mint chocolate chip ice cream blanketed in a heavy drift of unsweetened dutched cocoa - very minty, very chocolatey. It's like a gourmet version of the generic brand mint chocolate chip ice cream sandwiches you got at kids' parties. That's the smell right there, the gummy chocolate wafer and the mint chocolate chip filling. After a while I realize the amber is buried in there, cradling the chocolate like a ring setting. It has a similar cocoa-and-amber base as Gelt, but the mint and cream make this distinctly different. It's gourmand but not overly foody, especially in the drydown. It swaps back and forth between the chocolate and the mint several times - this is honestly the longest a mint note has persisted on my skin - and ends in a surprise poof of dry, ambery cocoa powder. Just reward yourself with frequent reapplication to keep the show going, because it fades fast, but it's worth it.

"If amber were vanilla candy" is the best way I can think to describe this. It's sweet, but not bag of candy corn sweet. As with Vintage Frankenstein BM, the milk veils and softens the other notes, but it doesn't read as a milk perfume either. The result is surprisingly sophisticated and not childish at all. This one, sadly, goes through a brief plastic vanilla stage on me, then settles into sweetened, milky vanilla amber. Very light in a way that feels ghostly and brittle (like a plastic mold); I have to get my nose right on my skin to smell it, but it's a standout light, dry amber. This is a surprise bottle purchase for me; I can't get enough of that final ghostly amber drydown. I could smell like this 24/7 and be happy.

All of Their Heads Fell Off: sometimes Beth releases a humdinger of a blend with such an off-putting name that I want to go around grabbing people by the collar and earnestly explaining that no, really, Wererat-Infested Sewer is an amaaaaazing room spray and not a fetid stench. All Of Their Heads Fell Off is not a slasher flick or a campy horror poster; it's a true Space Oddity of a desert poem. I literally keep getting wafts from my desk and wondering what the hell smells SO good and unfamiliar, and realizing it's AOTHFO. If you've never walked in the Mojave or Chihuahua deserts, you might not know the smell of creosote bush. It's dry, like a cross between fresh pine terpenes, brimstone, and white sage, but lighter and more eerie than any of those. This is not a creosote-soaked railroad tie in the sun; not a gasoline smell (hello, Pumpkin Gas Can) but a dry, faintly alien wind. AOTHFO is sweeter than I was expecting. It starts off at least fifty percent "cactus flesh," which smells like, well, edible cacti, like prickly pear and dragonfruit: green, sweet, watery melon notes. The creosote/dust notes are a distinctly separate waft that never marries the cactus pulp, but layers it like a sandwich. The "blood musk" makes the perfume the exact shade of a delicate rose. I'm not sure what it adds except an incense vibe? I don't get dragon's blood, but I'm not always good at finding that. It's startling how desiccating and yet liquid this blend is, like a gush of clear water through a concrete channel; it smells like slaking your thirst at a playground water fountain in summer. And a touch of desert smoke. I can't think of another BPAL that smells like this.

Both sniffed and skin-tested: the richest, milkiest milk-chocolate chocolate note. You, literally, arising from a vat of churning, freshly made milk chocolate in a chocolate factory like Aphrodite born of the waves, except you're being born aloft on a fresh-baked honey graham cracker. You can smell it down to the crispy snap of the perforations, note-perfect. I normally have to avoid "honey" notes due to skin fuckery, but not here. The russet fur component is just enough to drag it into gourmand perfume territory. Drydown: tray of freshly baked brownies drowned in maple sap. Run, don't walk, to acquire this if any of those notes appeal.

Dry, spicy Mexican hot chocolate without any sugar or milk notes to hide the glorious cacao/cardamom - if Mexican hot chocolate were incense, it'd smell like this. I get almost no hay, though it may be softening the background. If you want to smell like fall without the pumpkin spice, get this blend. ETA: the cardamom, while glorious, is short-lived on my skin. The far drydown has a sweet, incense-y dried hay vibe, with the earthy cacao grounding the blend throughout the day.

Absolutely charming, and a blend that could settle down seamlessly with the Mad Tea Party. It conjures billowy white muslin dresses, ridiculous straw sunhats, and high tea set out on the patio table on a lace tablecloth. This is a very green-toned honey - obviously, given the notes - with a salty tinge that reminds me of pulling haygrass stems and splitting them with my thumbnail and sucking the juice out. There's a vinegary waft of cucumber tea sandwich and a thin, clear, sweet honey note that floats on top. Sweet, but not foody.

Rose musk, peach blossom, and vanilla cream. Emphasis on the cream and the musk (like a soft skin musk), not the rose. This smells like plush fur feels, all creamy to the nose. It is shockingly lovely and understated, and if rose in all forms did not abhor my skin, I would buy it.

Bourbon vanilla, aged patchouli, honey, and Ceylon cinnamon. It's got a base akin to the thick aged-patchouli-and-vanilla of Banshee Beat (there, I said it, let the stampede begin), but liberally cut with syrupy honey. I get almost no cinnamon. The vanilla, which is slight, smells like the woodsy, resinous vanilla from Hope and Fear Set Free. Overall this is a complex, earthy, honey-and-patchouli on me. Soft as worn leather, floats low on the skin. If these are your notes, then rundon'twalk.

I spoke to Ted at the event. He said that Beth didn't write down any notes for this blend because it essentially consists of every peach in her arsenal. All of them. It's 1000% peach juice. I don't use hair glosses as a rule, but I bought a bottle just to use as a body oil and a bath oil. It is absolutely delicious. Peaches all the way down.

Hel-LO, Mr. Sexy Man-Cookie! Is the oven door open or is it just warm in here? Slide closer and drip some more of that sweet, rich molasses on me. I love how close you sit on my skin. This blend is so mellow and soft; chewy like a dessert bar, warm like fur. I normally shy away from bay rum blends - I like it from a distance, but I don't like anything to read as cologne on my skin - but here it just sweetens the molasses and balances the patchouli. I really didn't expect to love this blend as much as I do.

Sour orange and fiery pink pepper with mandarin, neroli, and rum absolute. This opened with a rainbow parade of sour-sweet, fizzy citrus notes, and then settled into something intensely familiar that I couldn't place. It wasn't until I re-reviewed the notes and spotted the rum that I realized it's a dead ringer, scent-wise, for one of my favorite cocktails, the Boulevardier. The bitter orange and sharp neroli really mimic the rhubarb-and-citrus-pith astringency of Campari liqueur. Links that better describe what I'm talking about (TW FOR SUBSTANCE ABUSE): https://drinkstraightup.com/2012/12/14/boulevardier/ https://drinkstraightup.com/2013/05/07/side-by-side-bitter-orange-spirits/ I don't specifically get "rum" from the blend until it starts to wear down, but honestly it winds up smelling like a pretty close cousin of Swank on my wrist. Definitely a classy cocktail, not a pirate-rum boozefest.

Sniffed wet: vetiver, something like gin or juniper, metal, ?sour pickles, minty cologne? This one baffles me. I smell A LOT OF THINGS but none code as something specific to my nose. Tested on a second day: grass, mud, kerosene or fuel oil, heavy muslin curtains, billows of ozone-y smoke machine smoke, brass.

WHAT are you people on about, I'm so confused, it's cucumber water-infused dryer sheets and melon hand soap. WHUT.

Soft loam, dewy "mist" or "grass" notes, and a citrusy mirror-glass note. It's also reminiscent of the metallic note from Needle in a Haystack.

Smells like greasepaint and theatrical makeup in the vial - I'm definitely getting the steampunk-y "gear oil" and maybe the sweet fire note from The Lights of Men's Lives. A tiny, tiny background of burning leaves or scorched wood, but it's not a smoky blend. I have such an aged tester that I'm sure it's not accurate; it's mostly sweetened gear oil to me, really.

This is one weird morpher. I have an (obviously) aged sample to test, and I'm getting mainly wintergreen wet on the skin. I'm going to guess one of the published notes will be "lacquered wood floors" because that often reads as wintergreen on my skin - ... which now it does not, even a little. It's now unfolding into something like a grapefruit-tinged skin musk, a powdery white floral, and something that smells REALLY familiar (like a very familiar GC BPAL) that I can't put my finger on - I think maybe Alice? Yep. It's not an Alice dupe, but it has an Alice vibe, if cherry blossom substituted for the carnation note. Welp!

The weed note dominates during application, so I get cannabis car freshener out of the gate. However, it rapidly becomes something more bitter-pithy and sophisticated, dominated by the grapefruit (which I love), lavender, and tobacco, cushioned by gentle fruits. (No pot stank at this point.) The bittering agents keep this from veering into fruit cocktail or fruit loops, which is the sad fate of most fruit-based perfumes on my skin. I utterly love it at this stage and would drink gallons of any cocktail or mocktail that tasted like this blend. The perfect spring or summer perfume.