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Pine sap and amber ashes.
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A bitterly cold, bone-white chypre; austere polar musk, vegan ambergris, and white tea combine to make a genteel, frigid perfume as bright and sharp as the first crack of glacial ice.
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A sensual, luxuriant scent that stays close to the skin: Australian sandalwood, tonka bean, benzoin, Siberian iris, bourbon vanilla, cardamom-infused amber, and mimosa petals. Egon Schiele
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“O father, see yonder! see yonder!” he says; “My boy, upon what doest thou fearfully gaze?” — “O, ’tis the Erl-King with his crown and his shroud.” “No, my son, it is but a dark wreath of the cloud.” A dread shape forms in the mist: chilled white musk, rain-soaked earth, and a gleam of blackened steel.
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Snow & Oak Bark.
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You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance. For what is prayer but the expansion of yourself into the living ether? And if it is for your comfort to pour your darkness into space, it is also for your delight to pour forth the dawning of your heart. And if you cannot but weep when your soul summons you to prayer, she should spur you again and yet again, though weeping, until you shall come laughing. When you pray you rise to meet in the air those who are praying at that very hour, and whom save in prayer you may not meet. Therefore let your visit to that temple invisible be for naught but ecstasy and sweet communion. For if you should enter the temple for no other purpose than asking you shall not receive: And if you should enter into it to humble yourself you shall not be lifted: Or even if you should enter into it to beg for the good of others you shall not be heard. It is enough that you enter the temple invisible. I cannot teach you how to pray in words. God listens not to your words save when He Himself utters them through your lips. And I cannot teach you the prayer of the seas and the forests and the mountains. But you who are born of the mountains and the forests and the seas can find their prayer in your heart, And if you but listen in the stillness of the night you shall hear them saying in silence, “Our God, who art our winged self, it is thy will in us that willeth. It is thy desire in us that desireth. It is thy urge in us that would turn our nights, which are thine, into days which are thine also. We cannot ask thee for aught, for thou knowest our needs before they are born in us: Thou art our need; and in giving us more of thyself thou givest us all.” A scent for wordless communion, an immersion with the divine: silver frankincense and white myrrh, blue lotus absolute and white sandalwood.
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Pomegranate and Scarlet Chypre.
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Bloodroot & Evergreens.
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A goblet of pale liquid gold infused with an almost iridescent shimmer of lavender essence.
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Lady of the mythical bird Roc – feathers plucked from her hair, spoken spells and hooka smoke, card readings and watching through the mirror. Honeyed hookah tobacco, spiced and dried dark fruits, smoked molasses, and champaca absolute.
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Spiced Chestnut and Honey.
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Warm hands running over the well-loved tonka-sweet leather bindings of a cherished book. A flutter of gently-yellowed paper and ink suffused with luminous yellow bergamot, honeyed tea, and lavender sugar.
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Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil. For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst? Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts it drinks even of dead waters. You are good when you are one with yourself. Yet when you are not one with yourself you are not evil. For a divided house is not a den of thieves; it is only a divided house. And a ship without rudder may wander aimlessly among perilous isles yet sink not to the bottom. You are good when you strive to give of yourself. Yet you are not evil when you seek gain for yourself. For when you strive for gain you are but a root that clings to the earth and sucks at her breast. Surely the fruit cannot say to the root, “Be like me, ripe and full and ever giving of your abundance.” For to the fruit giving is a need, as receiving is a need to the root. You are good when you are fully awake in your speech, Yet you are not evil when you sleep while your tongue staggers without purpose. And even stumbling speech may strengthen a weak tongue. You are good when you walk to your goal firmly and with bold steps. Yet you are not evil when you go thither limping. Even those who limp go not backward. But you who are strong and swift, see that you do not limp before the lame, deeming it kindness. You are good in countless ways, and you are not evil when you are not good, You are only loitering and sluggard. Pity that the stags cannot teach swiftness to the turtles. In your longing for your giant self lies your goodness: and that longing is in all of you. But in some of you that longing is a torrent rushing with might to the sea, carrying the secrets of the hillsides and the songs of the forest. And in others it is a flat stream that loses itself in angles and bends and lingers before it reaches the shore. But let not him who longs much say to him who longs little, “Wherefore are you slow and halting?” For the truly good ask not the naked, “Where is your garment?” nor the houseless, “What has befallen your house?” What has befallen your house? Myrrh resin, beeswax, black fig, cypress smoke, and vetiver.
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A celebration of the rebirth of spring, when life breaks through the ground and the light shines longer. Persephone’s ascent to her crown of spring ends the bleak winter and restarts the eternal cycle of rebirth: that which descends will rise again, renewed. A glorious blend honoring the benevolence of spring: Sandalwood-Infused Vanilla, Vines of Pale Spring Blossoms, Honeysuckle Nectar, and Sweet Cream.
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Delightfully moisturizing and fragranced to charm, not overpower. Treat your skin to a touch of luxury with this sumptuous, softening blend. The splendor and terror of Totality: an abyss of black patchouli, tabac, burgundy pitch, smoky frankincense, and black fig surrounded by a glowing nimbus of fossilized amber.
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Unreleased prototype from a film series. You can probably guess which one.
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May your deeds be shown to your servants, your splendor to their children. May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us — yes, establish the work of our hands. Also known as salep root and Helping Hand, this orchid root has been used as a tool of success, wealth, and good fortune, bringing blessed luck to everything your five fingers can touch. It’s a gambling root that blesses risk-takers, but is also a tool for craftsmen, laborers, artists, and all who work with their hands. A deep earthy perfume entwined with orchid petals.
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Beaver Moon: Pink Lime & Coconut Hair Gloss
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Hair
I tested this in wet hair the first day and in dry hair the next. In wet hair, the scent isn't very noticeable after the initial application, but it has decent staying power in dry hair, as whenever I've put my hair up and then taken it out of its clip, I get hit with the summery coconut and lime goodness. It starts off with the lime being the stronger note, backed by the coconut, but then it's all about the coconut, with a hint of lime. I agree that the coconut note has a coolness to it, and although I'm not generally big on coconut, I do think this one is nice. I will definitely be hanging onto my decant to pair this with Son of biggerCritter and Key Lime Pie, but I am not sure I need more than my decant since the lime doesn't end up sticking around... -
Pink Lime & Coconut.
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I waited to test this decant last of all of the November/December Lunacy offerings (hair gloss aside), because this somehow smelled like corn chips when I first smelled it!? I finally tested this yesterday, and I would describe it as an atmospheric gourmand. There's no leather note in this, but I keep feeling like I am smelling some leather or something leather-adjacent -- maybe the linseed oil mixed with something else like the polished wood? The hearthfire and wood notes are the other atmospheric notes that I smell from this, but I don't get anything like evergreen (alas!) or wool on my skin. As far as the gourmand notes go, I get the red currant tarts, but especially the buttery pastry note of the tarts that is reminding me of Drink Me or The Knave of Hearts (probably the latter, but Drink Me was my first instinct). I also get the apple cider, which fortunately isn't too heavily spiced, and the orange peel. It's pretty weird, because sometimes it's more atmospheric, and sometimes it is more foodie -- like hearthfire! No, now it's cider. Inexplicable leather! No, now it's buttery tarts! While I find this to be an interesting scent experience, it's not something I could see myself reaching for as a scent of the day. But if you're looking for an atmospheric gourmand that likes to morph a lot, you should give this one a try and see if it is up your alley.
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Creaking wooden beams illuminated by hearthfire, beeswax melting on evergreen boughs, polished wood floors draped in vibrant wool rugs, linseed oil, red currant tarts, a hint of clove and orange peel, and sweet brandy apple cider. Mary Fairchild Low
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Here’s hoping 2026 is less an endless replay of spectacular wipeouts and fail videos and more a year that finally sticks the landing. Leather tack, saddle soap, bay rum, carmine wool, black silk, crushed winter grass, a billowing cascade of pipe tobacco, and a shot of adrenaline.
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Freshly roasted coffee beans releasing their dark, velvety warmth amongst ribbons of molten caramel and a haze of deliciously radiant golden amber.
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Streams of frozen amber, snow-dusted frankincense, birch bark, Peru balsam, and rivulets of smoldering beeswax. Gustav Lange
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The birch bark is the strongest note when first applied, and it is kind of like wintergreen bubblegum, but more woodsy, to be honest. At first, it's backed by the frankincense and smoke, but those notes end up gaining strength and manage to take over the birch by the time the scent is dry. Those notes reign throughout wear for me -- I don't get any sweetness from the beeswax, just a dry, resinous scent that isn't all that snowy after all. I wish there had been more snow and that I had gotten some sweetness from the beeswax!