doomsday_disco
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This is another one of those times that I wish someone else were the first reviewer and wondered if I should review it at all, as my review might make this even harder to destash (like with my review of a previous peach con exclusive). But I'm going to be honest. I was originally going to get a decant of this, but I decided to go for a bottle, since I loved Peach Candyfloss Atmo from a Dragoncon of yore and thought that maybe this could fill that void. Alas, I should not have gone the bottle route. Peach Rocky Candy smells like a tootsie roll (which doesn't hang around too long after this is sprayed, fortunately), artificial grape sugar, and the type of peach you would find in gummy peach rings. But I get more of the fake grape than that peach. I don't know if I'm describing it in a way that makes sense, but I don't mean grape candy -- it's like the grape-like sugar that some of the crappy boba places use in their drinks. The initial spray of this is more like a candy bag with a forgotten gummy peach ring in it than peach rock candy to me, and I get more of that fake grape-like sugar I detest than peach from this (although I do smell more peach after the scent has been on the paper towel I tested it on after a while -- it just never has more peach than that grape-like sugar to my nose). Whenever I smelled this, I couldn't help thinking, "I hate it." I'm also not the only one who smelled tootsie roll in this in the bottle and freshly sprayed -- I held the open bottle up to my partner's nose and asked them to smell it and tell me what they thought it smelled like, and they said tootsie roll, without me having put that idea into their head. I have no idea where the tootsie roll came from, and I don't like artificial grape at all, so I am probably more sensitive to it. I did see one reviewer on social media say that they love this and would have bought 12 bottles if it were a perfume oil, so there's a least one person who had an experience at the opposite end of the spectrum from mine. I truly hope my experience is an outlier and that other reviewers love their bottles just as much as the person who wished this were a perfume oil. As for me... I think I'm either going to have to hope it actually moves in a future destash (unlike Peach Glazed Donut with Mango Chunks) or give it away to someone who will hopefully appreciate it.
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Fear and fascination: blackened vetiver, amber smoke, clove, and oudh. …It was a sooty-black animal that resembled a monstrous cat. It appeared to me about four or five feet long for it measured fully the length of the hearthrug as it passed over it; and it continued to-ing and fro-ing with the lithe, sinister restlessness of a beast in a cage. I could not cry out, although as you may suppose, I was terrified.
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O transient voyager of heaven! O silent sign of winter skies! What adverse wind thy sail has driven To dungeons where a prisoner lies? Methinks the hands that shut the sun So sternly from this mourning brow Might still their rebel task have done And checked a thing so frail as thou They would have done it had they known The talisman that dwelt in thee, For all the suns that ever shone Have never been so kind to me! For many a week, and many a day My heart was weighed with sinking gloom When morning rose in mourning grey And faintly lit my prison room But angel like, when I awoke, Thy silvery form so soft and fair Shining through darkness, sweetly spoke Of cloudy skies and mountains bare The dearest to a mountaineer Who, all life long has loved the snow That crowned her native summits drear, Better, than greenest plains below – And voiceless, soulless messenger Thy presence waked a thrilling tone That comforts me while thou art here And will sustain when thou art gone – Emily Brontë Morning rising in mourning grey: tobacco flower, white oud, lavender bud, and ambergris accord.
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Inspired by the John Greenleaf Whittier poem. A red and white scattering of clover, pansy petals and crushed daffodils, a clutch of wild roses, and buzzing hives draped with velvety black musk.
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Red musk, red pepper, and honeycomb.
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Lady of the Unicorn skull – queens escape to majestic mountain air, lace parasol and riding gloves in hand, corseted and bustled, heart filled with longing. An early 19th-century Italian perfume dabbed on black satin and lace – magnolia blossoms, lilac, orris root, and ambergris accord.
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Angora, Lady of the Rabbit skull – ceremonial matcha added to a steaming cup of earl grey, family heirlooms and artifacts, a packed suitcase, ruffles, buttons and bows, awaiting adventure. Earl gray and matcha, blackcurrant bud, white sandalwood, pink rose petals, honeysuckle, and white musk.
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Corvissa, Lady of the Yale skull – gold-plated armor and warm, sweet promises, steel striking steel, stolen glances and secret kisses. Gleaming gold-plated armor, sharpened steel, fossilized amber, and frankincense tears.
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Pomegranate, Carnation, and Peonies.
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Light, motion, and divine radiance. A transcendent perfume, brilliant bursts of solar glory in a haze of celestial grace. Golden neroli and amber with heliotrope, osmanthus absolute, pink pepper, and white myrrh and a triumphant gallop of mallow and honey-tinged sandalwood. Odilon Redon
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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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Would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light. But since you must kill to eat, and rob the newly born of its mother’s milk to quench your thirst, let it then be an act of worship, And let your board stand an altar on which the pure and the innocent of forest and plain are sacrificed for that which is purer and still more innocent in man. When you kill a beast say to him in your heart, “By the same power that slays you, I too am slain; and I too shall be consumed. For the law that delivered you into my hand shall deliver me into a mightier hand. Your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven.” And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart, “Your seeds shall live in my body, And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart, And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.” And in the autumn, when you gather the grapes of your vineyards for the winepress, say in your heart, “I too am a vineyard, and my fruit shall be gathered for the winepress, And like new wine I shall be kept in eternal vessels.” And in winter, when you draw the wine, let there be in your heart a song for each cup; And let there be in the song a remembrance for the autumn days, and for the vineyard, and for the winepress. Purple fig, honeyed dates, sweet red wine, and apples.
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Perk up and relax at the same time! A steamy shot of espresso spiked with hazelnut syrup and crowned with pale purple foam.
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A hard candy for hard times: bright, sticky berry with an extra crystalline sparkle and just a pinch of grit.
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Vanilla sponge cake, royal icing, pudding wine, honey dust, and black fig. Rubens Peale
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Softly, softly, hear the rustle Of the Spirits airy wings; They are coming down to mingle Once again with earthly things, With their rapping, and their tapping Rap-tap-tap to wake our napping, In the restless dream of error: Hear the weird the Spirit brings – Rap-tap-tap lost friends are near you; Rap-tap-tap they see and hear you; In their mystic converse rappy They declare good Spirits happy. Gently, gently, they are timid If a medium is not there; They may leave you in delusion, And dissolve again to air. Tis no fable – beings able – Rap-tap-tap upon a table; And their language is translated, While the watch with guardian care Rap-tap-tap lost friends are near you; Rap-tap-tap they see and hear you; In their mystic converse rappy They declare good Spirits happy Spirit Rappings, lyrics by T.E. Garrett, music by W.W. Rossington A joyful undeath: candied orange and pink peppercorn, sugared freesia petals, vanilla bean, and white honey.
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Also known as the Dead Head Dragon, this is a guardian of rot, rust, and revelation, feeding on spiritual decay and quietly hoarding the sordid secrets of the powerful. A dead-head purple-brown crelly polish.
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The tiniest of dragons, these flirty, silly, and theatrical beasts build their nests in gilded opera boxes, toy stores, and above confectionaries and sweet shops. A flirtatious pink jelly polish with sparkling and shifting shimmer.
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Cheerful, loquacious, and attention-grabbing, Coquelicot Dragons are bold, confident, lively, and crackling with infectious laughter. They are most often found perched at festivals, concerts in the park, and block parties. A bright, warm orange jelly packed with shifting flakies. Buildable in opacity, please note this polish is meant to have a translucent jelly coverage.
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Rarely glimpsed except in reflections or the flicker of fading film, the Bastard-Amber Dragon drifts through time like a fever dream of Old Hollywood. Born of illusion and artifice, it casts everything in its path in a honeyed glow. A warm, pale peachy crystal jelly with an orange to green iridescent, shimmering aurora.
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Sweet-tempered and kind, this emotionally generous dragon has a hoard made not of gold, but of handwritten letters, warm socks, library check out cards, and old mixtapes. Famed throughout the realms for offering a listening ear and a warm hug in lieu of unsolicited advice, it roosts in sun-warmed meadows, secondhand bookstores, and antique shops. A buttery yellow crelly with a warm aurora accent.
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Contemplative and aloof, the Glaucous Dragon prefers mist-shrouded beachside cliffs, sea-battered ruins, and fog-thick fjords. These dragons are unapproachable and solemn; their scales are the color of weathered stone. Multichrome micro shimmer in a greyed-blue sky jelly polish.
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Seid umschlungen, Millionen! Diesen Kuß der ganzen Welt! Molten steel, grease, balsam, oiled leather, gunpowder, and blood. Fritz Gareis
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Iris and Wild Patchouli.
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Hungry Ghost Moon: Tomato Leaf and Red Pepper
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Tomato Leaf and Red Pepper.