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I've tried this twice, and I don't really know what to say except for that it actually smells like blue raspberry candy? I wasn't sure about the 'wet' part of the scent when I got the decant, but there's nothing aquatic at play here. It's just a true blue raspberry candy scent. And it's better than the Blue Raspberry Cream Soda Slushie scent Nocturne Alchemy did one summer. While I don't feel the need to upgrade to a bottle (I'll probably test it again before it departs just to be sure), I think I'll keep the decant around for those times I want to be hit in the face with this nostalgic candy scent. This would fit right in with the Lilith collections of yore. ETA: I just wanted to update that I did end up upgrading this to a bottle. It's not too often you find a blue raspberry scent, and this is the best one I've found, starting off as true blue raspberry candy and then making me think of those blue juices from the 90s with the foil lids (I'm not sure if that is accurate, though, since I haven't had one of those in forever). But nostalgia and the fact that this made me think it could be an old Lilith scent meant I needed more than what remains of my decant (which only has half remaining after I slathered this on the other day).

Honeywort and Sage.

Okay, I got this because I have no idea what honeywort smells like, but I wanted to find out. And this duet is a good way to be able to isolate that note, because I wouldn't have been able to identify it in Frog Moon if I hadn't tried this duet! The honeywort in this smells like a lemony cough drop, and the sage is a Thanksgiving-y variety. It becomes less about the honeywort and more about the sage with wear. While I can't see myself wearing this, I am glad that I got to try it. For science!

I tried this one twice, and I had the same experience both times. This is predominantly about the silk, powdery orris, and white amber on my skin. The vanilla is there with the silk, but it is pretty light and sheer (maybe it's the Lab's bourbon vanilla) and not a floofy, billowing variety. The cardamom in this is very light and quickly flees, so if you're looking for cardamom, you might be disappointed. The second time I tested this, I retested it at the same time as Dahlia. Dahlia features a different amber note, a billowy vanilla, and waaaay more cardamom. So if you're looking for more cardamom and vanilla with an amber, give Dahlia a whirl. This is sadly too silk-dominant on me with not enough vanilla to smooth the fabric and powdery orris over. It seems to be a win on most other folks, though! But I'll be sticking with Dahlia.

I tried this when I initially received the decant, and my immediate thought was GREEN BANANA PEELS. That was in the vial as well as during the wet phase of the scent, so it wasn't a skin chemistry thing. And then I tried it months later, to see if that still held true. The answer is yes. This starts off as smelling like green banana peels. I'm so glad I'm not alone in thinking this, @patina! Eventually, it becomes less green banana peel-y, but remains a green scent. I think its the zucchini flower and the leaves that are the standout notes in this scent, with the zucchini flower having a squash-y sort of watery feel with its greenness after a few hours of wear. I don't get any green tea or sandalwood incense on my skin. This isn't something that I would end up reaching for, but it certainly is a scent experience with that unexpected green banana opening!

Drink Me, but make it figgy. No, seriously. This features what I believe is the same buttery pastry note from Drink Me, accompanied by a Fig Newton sort of fig filling. The cardamom is there in the beginning, but it pretty fleeting on me. I'm not someone who particularly enjoys fig notes, but if you want a foodie fig scent in your life, here you go.

Molasses and Fig.

A chorus of moonflower, princess of the night, woodland tobacco petals, white gardenia, narcissus, cashmere wood, green apple, and datura alight with a maestoso gust of incandescent incense smoke. Jean-Joseph Benjamin-Constant

Does the carcass match the drapes? Cascades of banana Leaf, bamboo fiber, mango, papaya, and hibiscus, streaked with ectoplasm and sticky tears of strelitzia sap.

Runnels of darkly translucent purple syrup sinking into a dome of creamy-fine snow scrapings.

WHERE ARE THE DEAD? or, SPIRITUALISM EXPLAINED Containing well authenticated and selected reports of all the different phases of modern spirit phenomena, from table-turning to the visible materialisation of the faces and forms of the departed, and the photographing of spirits ; proving by undeniable facts that those we mourn as DEAD ARE STILL ALIVE, and can communicate with us ; and that Spiritualism is sanctioned by Scripture, and consistent with science and common sense ; with specimens of intensely interesting communications received touching death, the future life, and the experiences of the departed. Also extracts from the literature of Spiritualism, advice to investigators, list of books, addresses of mediums, and all useful information. The Spiritualist, June 19, 1874 An unsettling dance of ethereal murmurs, with ghostly wormwood drifting through the husky warmth of cardamom — a whisper in a shadowed corridor. Hazy lavender and velvety orris cast an otherworldly glow in the darkened corners.

Black velvet, blackcurrant, and black roses. I remembered it; it was a small picture, about a foot and a half high, and nearly square, without a frame; but it was so blackened by age that I could not make it out. The artist now produced it, with evident pride. It was quite beautiful; it was startling; it seemed to live. It was the effigy of Carmilla! “Carmilla, dear, here is an absolute miracle. Here you are, living, smiling, ready to speak, in this picture. Isn’t it beautiful, Papa? And see, even the little mole on her throat.” My father laughed, and said “Certainly it is a wonderful likeness,” but he looked away, and to my surprise seemed but little struck by it, and went on talking to the picture cleaner, who was also something of an artist, and discoursed with intelligence about the portraits or other works, which his art had just brought into light and color, while I was more and more lost in wonder the more I looked at the picture. “Will you let me hang this picture in my room, papa?” I asked. “Certainly, dear,” said he, smiling, “I’m very glad you think it so like. It must be prettier even than I thought it, if it is.” The young lady did not acknowledge this pretty speech, did not seem to hear it. She was leaning back in her seat, her fine eyes under their long lashes gazing on me in contemplation, and she smiled in a kind of rapture. “And now you can read quite plainly the name that is written in the corner. It is not Marcia; it looks as if it was done in gold. The name is Mircalla, Countess Karnstein, and this is a little coronet over and underneath A.D. 1698. I am descended from the Karnsteins; that is, mamma was.”

Delightfully moisturizing and fragranced to charm, not overpower. Treat your skin to a touch of luxury with this sumptuous, softening blend. Bulgarian rose absolute, rose otto, sandalwood, 3-year aged patchouli, orris absolute, rosemary, and rose hips. Soft and seductive, like a lover's kiss. Ingredients: Water, Butyrospermum Parkii (Shea Butter), Persea Gratissima (Avocado) Oil, Stearic Acid, Emulsifying Wax, Prunus Amygdalus Dulcis (Sweet Almond) Oil, Tocopherol (Vitamin E), Optiphen Plus, and Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab perfume blends.

Delightfully moisturizing and fragranced to charm, not overpower. Treat your skin to a touch of luxury with this sumptuous, softening blend. Glittering ambrette seed, crystalline sparkles of lemon and orange blossom, blood orange and orange peel, bay leaf, sweet myrrh, and caraway. Ingredients: Water, Butyrospermum Parkii (Shea Butter), Persea Gratissima (Avocado) Oil, Stearic Acid, Emulsifying Wax, Prunus Amygdalus Dulcis (Sweet Almond) Oil, Tocopherol (Vitamin E), Optiphen Plus, and Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab perfume blends.

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. For what are your possessions but things you keep and guard for fear you may need them tomorrow? And tomorrow, what shall tomorrow bring to the overprudent dog burying bones in the trackless sand as he follows the pilgrims to the holy city? And what is fear of need but need itself? Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable? There are those who give little of the much which they have—and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholesome. And there are those who have little and give it all. These are the believers in life and the bounty of life, and their coffer is never empty. There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward. And there are those who give with pain, and that pain is their baptism. And there are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue; They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space. Through the hands of such as these God speaks, and from behind their eyes He smiles upon the earth. It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked, through understanding; And to the open-handed the search for one who shall receive is joy greater than giving. And is there aught you would withhold? All you have shall some day be given; Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors’. You often say, “I would give, but only to the deserving.” The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish. Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights, is worthy of all else from you. And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream. And what desert greater shall there be, than that which lies in the courage and the confidence, nay the charity, of receiving? And who are you that men should rend their bosom and unveil their pride, that you may see their worth naked and their pride unabashed? See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving. For in truth it is life that gives unto life — while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness. And you receivers — and you are all receivers — assume no weight of gratitude, lest you lay a yoke upon yourself and upon him who gives. Rather rise together with the giver on his gifts as on wings; For to be overmindful of your debt, is to doubt his generosity who has the freehearted earth for mother, and God for father. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish: pomegranate, rose, myrrh, frankincense, and neroli.

A boon for all who long for dismal, dark days, shivering sheets of rain, grey skies, and chill air: a bouquet of bright summer flowers dampened by the scent of morning mist and rain. Note: This has the same scent description as the 2004 version.

Black orchid, cacao, bitter almond, and black musk. You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish. How jealous I am you cannot know. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me and still come with me. and hating me through death and after. There is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature.

White lace, blackcurrant, and tea roses. “She went on to make her petition, and it was in the tone of a person from whom such a request amounted to conferring, rather than seeking a favor. This was only in manner, and, as it seemed, quite unconsciously. Than the terms in which it was expressed, nothing could be more deprecatory. It was simply that I would consent to take charge of her daughter during her absence. “This was, all things considered, a strange, not to say, an audacious request. She in some sort disarmed me, by stating and admitting everything that could be urged against it, and throwing herself entirely upon my chivalry. At the same moment, by a fatality that seems to have predetermined all that happened, my poor child came to my side, and, in an undertone, besought me to invite her new friend, Millarca, to pay us a visit. She had just been sounding her, and thought, if her mamma would allow her, she would like it extremely. “At another time I should have told her to wait a little, until, at least, we knew who they were. But I had not a moment to think in. The two ladies assailed me together, and I must confess the refined and beautiful face of the young lady, about which there was something extremely engaging, as well as the elegance and fire of high birth, determined me; and, quite overpowered, I submitted, and undertook, too easily, the care of the young lady, whom her mother called Millarca.”

Each statue comes with one 5ml bottle of Spectral Hands perfume oil. The Spectral Hands oil is only available as part of this set. Cold as bone beneath silk, they reach from beyond the veil — curious, covetous, clutching. The scent of forgotten names at forgotten funerals: lace cuffs yellowed with time, tarnished silver, violet ash, and charred myrrh.

Lily of the valley, orris root, and pale amber veiled by white myrrh, lavender smoke, clove, and crushed lapis. Odilon Redon

Tonka and Fossilized Amber.

Enter two Clowns, with spades, &c: dried rose petals scattered among funeral cypresses, a splash of sly tonka fougere, tobacco absolute, and charred white sandalwood skulls.

The Garden is not Paradise; it is a threshold. A whisper coiling through Eden's dusk: a sinuous sliver of green apple, pomegranate wine, and ripe black fig entwined with nig-blooming vines and enveloped in myrrh, fossilized amber resin, and smoky oud.

A violent rupture of blood-soaked golden petals threaded with saffron and clove smoke and splashed with blackcurrant and poppy absolute.

Snake Oil slithering into a pan of baked blueberries, blackberries, and raspberries in a warm pastry crust, topped with vanilla ice cream and molasses.