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A calming, affirming fragrance to help motivate Santa through the daunting tasks which await him year after year: sugar plum lavender marshmallows.
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A sturdy but soft lavender cotton twill, lightly flour- and sugar-dusted, with deep pockets full of kitchen mysteries.
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I concur with FloridaFledgling's review. This is a spicy, peppery gingersnap scent that gives off a Red Hots vibe. Although it didn't leave any welts, it did give a burning feeling when applied to my wrist, so I'd only recommend this to those that don't have sensitive skin and love spicy scents. Otherwise, be very careful where you apply it.
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Rapture entwined with terror, ecstasy braided with horror. Faces twisted mid-vision as serpents -- ancient, merciless, intimate -- thread through them; an epiphany of awe, dread, and bliss shattering the senses and cleaving the mind. Snake scales flickering across a shock of incense resin, as sharp and biting as prophecy. Bitter almond and bruised fig flesh, ash-dusted orris, and red-glowing labdanum.
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Ancient cypresses surrounding clusters of purple hyacinth, fallen leaves, and crosses crafted from white roses. A splash of rosewater, an immortelle hung on a tear-streaked marble tomb, nightshade berries, smoked lilac, warm beeswax, and a snuffed candle. Franz Skarbina
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Hollow plastic shells of mango sherbet and musky black clove echoing with a ghostly miaow of glowing amber.
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The shortbread note is one where the shortbread is either made with and/or covered in powdered sugar, and I think it is reminding me of A Breathless Chuckle, of which I think I only have a half-bottle remaining, so I'll be needing a bottle of this in my collection, too. (And it's a cat scent, so there's another reason to get it!) I do get some cardamom with the shortbread, as well as a really lovely lightly smoked vanilla note. I'm not getting much cocoa at all, just a very faint dusting, which I'm happy about, because that means the other notes get more of a chance to shine. The cream is not super buttery, and I only get a hint of the pink pepper, which isn't bubblegum-y, nor does it have a kick to it like it does in some scents. A decant will not be enough!
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Once in a while, I am truly at a loss for words. Oat porridge and cream, smoky treacle, clove bud, crushed sugar cookies, and pink currants.
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I agree with Leopard403. The clove is strong in this one. It's a toasty, sweet porridge scent, but someone might have tipped the jar of ground cloves into the bowl on accident. It's much spicier and more wintery than It Was But the Wild Blast As It Sung Thro’ the Trees, which also features oats and clove. I do enjoy clove, so I like this, but it's not my favorite of the sweet scents from this batch of New Year's Creepers and Oddments, so I don't think I need more of this. I'll be hanging onto my decant and will probably retest it before it departs just to be sure, though!
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Bringing you the colors of spring! Tawny golden musk and cherry-blossom lipstick smeared over blood-slicked fangs.
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This is a scent that's definitely for fans that like to wear Beth's on point, highly realistic lipstick accord. The powdery, waxy lipstick is present throughout wear, with the musk and blood-slicked fangs gaining strength over time, but only the musk ever gets to be as strong as the lipstick. I believe the blood in this is a slightly spicy, resinous dragon's blood as opposed to a floral variety. It smells unexpectedly alluring with the musk, which is not one I can remember coming across in another BPAL scent. I don't need more than my decant, but this is a fun scent experience.
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Wolf Moon: Bloodroot & Evergreens
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
I'm not familiar with bloodroot and have only tried one other scent containing the note (The Huntsman from the 2025 Yule collection), so I may not be the best person to describe it, but here's what I got from this scent when I tested it on my skin: something akin to a lemon-y, ginger-y cough drop backed by a light evergreen note. I personally was hoping for a stronger evergreen scent from this one. I look forward to reading future reviews and seeing what other folks' experience with this were like. -
Wolf Moon: Snow & Oak Bark
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
I, too, get mentholated snow from this, along with the oak, which isn't as sharp as it sometimes tends to be in other blends, but certainly isn't smoothed over by this sort of snow. This cold, mentholic, dry scent. I was really hoping for a sweet snow note in this one. Alas. -
Hearthglow, a cousin to BPAL’s Heartglow, is an anointing oil for keeping the home safe, welcoming, and quietly joyful. It is an oil of gentle warmth, built to protect the household and its inhabitants, comfort and honor house spirits and guardians of place, encourage peace and understanding, and create an atmosphere of love, emotional safety, and mutual care. Suitable for use in ritual work and to anoint doorframes, hearths, windowsills, and keys. Contains: fossilized amber resin, frankincense, dragon’s blood resin, orris root, red sandalwood, lavender, patchouli, clove, allspice, burdock, sweet orange, honey absolute, sweet grains, and marjoram.
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A new year’s blessing! Peony, China’s national flower, with bamboo for flexibility, plum blossom for perseverance, courage, and hope, tangerine for wealth, orange for happiness, lychee for household peace, pine resin for constancy, golden kumquat, pussy willow, and quince for prosperity, narcissus and King mandarin for good fortune, and peach blossom for longevity, with a splash of blazing red of dragon’s blood… to help you scare away the rampaging Nian.
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A glass of midnight stout, thick with black chocolate and roasted barley, its foam kissed with bitter espresso. A pale disc of buttered shortbread rests against the rim, crumbling into the inky depths. A strange eclipse of comfort and shadow: warm, crumbly biscuit and golden butter swallowed by a swirl of dark malt, molasses, and cocoa.
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Spiced Honey and Raw Patchouli.
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Roselight is a gentle love-bonding oil crafted to help fortify partnerships and relationships during challenging times. A balm for frayed nerves and sharp words, it coaxes remembrance of shared laughter, of private language, of the sweetness that first took root. Anoint the wrists, the pulse at the throat, or the space above the heart before speaking hard truths or making heavy decisions. Wear it to bridge divides and bring comfort. Let it serve as a promise to protect what is tender, to fortify what is faithful, and to keep choosing one another with patience, warmth, and deliberate grace. Contains: three rose oil variants, heartsease, violet blossoms, angelica root, orris root, benzoin, lavender, ylang ylang, jasmine sampaguita, and a touch of warming spices.
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Cool-toned brown jelly with silver shimmer & shifting blue and green micro sparks.
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“Well, Mrs. Dean, it will be a charitable deed to tell me something of my neighbours: I feel I shall not rest if I go to bed; so be good enough to sit and chat an hour.” “Oh, certainly, sir! I’ll just fetch a little sewing, and then I’ll sit as long as you please. But you’ve caught cold: I saw you shivering, and you must have some gruel to drive it out.” A fireside chat over a basket of sewing, as snow falls outside Thrushcross Grange. Hearthsmoke and smoldering clove-dusted firewood, rivulets of beeswax dribbling into snow flurries.
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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.
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Angelica archangelica has long been associated with protection, purification, and blessing. In European folk practice it was carried against illness and misfortune, burned to cleanse spaces, and planted near doorways as a ward. In hoodoo and rootwork it is used to break crossed conditions, guard against harmful influences, strengthen women, and reinforce spiritual authority. The root is often carried in a mojo bag for protection and luck, added to floor washes to clear negativity, or dressed with oil and kept on the altar as a standing guardian. During the great plague years in Europe, angelica was regarded as a life-preserving herb. Physicians and herbalists recommended it as part of protective cordials and vinegars, and it was chewed or worn to guard against contagion. Paracelsus, the 16th-century physician and alchemist, praised angelica as a powerful remedy in times of pestilence, viewing it as a plant marked by divine intent for the preservation of life. Its reputation as a plague herb strengthened its identity as both medicine and spiritual safeguard. Its scent reflects that history. The root is dense and fibrous, with a sharp green opening that quickly settles into dry soil, resin, and a faint sweetness reminiscent of sap and old wood. There is a subtle heat to it, peppery without being hot, and a clean bitterness that reads as clarifying rather than harsh.
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Animalic musk thrums with forbidden heat, while smoke and honeyed sweat braid into an ecstatic frenzy around a crackling bonfire.
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We’re all desperate for something light and uplifting here at BPAL, so this year’s Beev is a zingy key lime cheesecake with a whisper of lime sugar.
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The scent of a too-big mug of coffee at your favorite all-night diner after the clubs let out: a slow ribbon of clove smoke, the warm fry-oil haze that clings to everything, and a fleeting gust of maple syrup drifting through the booths.