doomsday_disco
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Bittersweet cacao drifting through the aromatic warmth of freshly brewed black tea.
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Jammy blueberries folded into creamy chocolate and dusted with cardamom, cinnamon, black tea, and warm milk.
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Steamed Milk and Marzipan.
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Terrible Moon: Steamed Milk and Marzipan
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
This smells like Lush's Snowcake backed by a buttery milk note. I really like the marzipan aspect of this scent, but I could do without the milk. It's still the duet I enjoyed the most from the duets I tried from the Terrible Moon update, though. -
Terrible Moon: Cardamom and Black Amber
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
I almost blind bottled this one, but I decided to be good and go the decant route. I'm glad I opted for a decant instead, because the cardamom in this isn't like the cardamom in most scents I've tried. It is not a gourmand sort of cardamom and smells somewhat clean? I love black amber in scents like Black Amber and Sugarcane and Thomas Sharpe, and I generally enjoy cardamom blends, so I thought this one would be a definite win, but nope. I'll just be thankful that I didn't have great luck with the Terrible Moon scents, because the last Beaver Moon update really got me. -
White Sandalwood and Cacao.
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Terrible Moon: White Sandalwood and Cacao Lotion
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Lotion
This lotion features a dry, white sandalwood that is the star of the show, backed by what I swear is a fruity sort of cacao? It is not the same sort of sandalwood and cacao found in Velvet, if anyone is wondering. I was hoping that this one would be heavier on the cacao and that the cacao would be more chocolate-y than fruity, so I don't need more than my decant. -
“You weren’t always a lovebat, were you?” he began. A spoopy confabulation: Pink strawberries floating in sparkling blood orange and French lime fizz, enveloped in a swooshy cape of black velvet plum.
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Vanilla cream engulfed in dark, lush mosses, balsamic woods, and deep green incense tar. Karl Wilhelm Diefenbach
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The Lovebirds wanted to be spooky this year, and we didn’t have the heart to tell them that no one will be fooled. A frothy strawberry malted with papaya juice and black cherries, topped with marshmallow cream.
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Her scent is the salt-scraped flesh of blue plums, soothed by a panoply of bioluminescent musks and ambers, threaded with inky oil-spill tendrils of olibanum.
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Hot, heavy slaps of dragon fruit punctuated with pink pepper whimpers and a grunt of patchouli.
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A soothing, uplifting purification oil used in uncrossing and jinx removal and to cleanse ritual spaces. Contains: rosemary, orris butter, frankincense, and rue.
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Now this is the Law of the Jungle — as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back — For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack. – Rudyard Kipling A scent for strength through solidarity against the encroaching horrors of authoritarianism. Silvered fir, life-giving soil and immovable stone, black sage, rue, hellebore accord, winter moss, cypress, fossilized amber resin, and vetiver. May the thundering chorus of our voices — entwined, rising, unbreakable — scatter the darkness.
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A tribute to the squeaky plastic rats that haunt every Halloween bin — adorable little horrors with gleaming eyes and crooked tails. Shiny black licorice, grey amber, and a dusting of smoky black pepper.
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“I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.” A feral and unrepentant animalic musk slick with heat, tangled with smoked birch tar that clings to skin like soot and desire. Refined cologne masks a deep, grinding base of dark resins, cracked leather, and vetiver root; earth torn open, roots exposed. An elemental fury, a wild, fanatical embrace terribly alive in its darkness. Formulated to be layered with CATHERINE, or worn as a standalone scent.
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Snow & Oak Bark.
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Pine sap and amber ashes.
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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.