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We have resurrected Black Phoenix Trading Post’s sensual 2009 masterpiece. Red rose buds, with amber, clove, tonka, Indian musk, fir, and tobacco.
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I've never tried the original, but I decided to grab a decant of the hair gloss since the original was so beloved. This is mostly about the red rose and musk on me, backed by the tobacco, with just touches of the other notes. I don't know how to describe the musk except to say that it's the same one from Aperotos Eros and Galvanic Goggles in the GC, so if you are wondering if this musk will be up your alley, dig through your imps and see if you have one of those around to sniff to get a feel for the musk. Red Rose is noticeable on both wet hair and dry, but of course, was much stronger when applied to dry hair. The hair gloss has great staying power and can still be smelled in the hair the next morning. I have a decant in the original bottle and will definitely be hanging on to it, but since I already have full bottles of Rose Red and Peacock Queen hair glosses in addition to decants of other rose hair glosses, I don't think I need more of this one.
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Honey and Summer Herbs.
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Hungry Ghost Moon: Honey and Summer Herbs Hair Gloss
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Hair
This goes on smelling like floral honey infused with orange peel on me, but the orange peel is quick to fade, leaving only floral honey, although I sometimes wonder if there's a touch of champaca in it. I'm not able to pick out any herbs. The hair gloss has decent staying power and is noticeable in both wet and dry hair (of course, it's more prominent in dry). I'll be keeping my decant in the original bottle around to pair with my wildflower or honeyed floral scents, but that's all I need. Hair Loosened and Soiled in Mid Orgies and The White Bees Swarming (I regret only getting a decant of that!) remain my favorite honey hair glosses. -
“O father, my father, and saw you not plain, The Erl-King’s pale daughter glide past thro’ the rain?” — “O yes, my loved treasure, I knew it full soon; It was the grey willow that danced to the moon.” Moonlit mist clinging to skin the color of ghost lilies, pearlescent and cold. A spectral musk possessing the sheen of river water at night.
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Then she summoned a huntsman and said to him, “Take Snow-White out into the woods. I never want to see her again. Kill her, and as proof that she is dead bring her lungs and her liver back to me.” The huntsman obeyed and took Snow-White into the woods. He took out his hunting knife and was about to stab it into her innocent heart when she began to cry, saying, “Oh, dear huntsman, let me live. I will run into the wild woods and never come back.” Because she was so beautiful the huntsman took pity on her, and he said, “Run away, you poor child.” Mercy interrupting violence: well-worn leather shadowed by pine boughs, moss-slick bark, bloodroot and steel, and a tremble of wild apple. (Review thread creator note: This is a new Yule scent. If you're looking to review the 2018 release of The Huntsman, which was a Tarot scent, please click here.)
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I'm surprised nobody has reviewed this one months after its release! This is rugged scent that's heavy on the well-worn leather and pine that is somewhat earthy and smoothed over by some sweetness from the apple. I get some moss and bark, and I feel like there might be some pine pitch in here along with the boughs. I don't know what bloodroot smells like (but I will when I get around to testing my decant of Wolf Moon: Bloodroot and Evergreens this week). The steel in this is pretty tame and does not add any sharp metallic quality to the scent whatsoever. While I don't feel the need to have more than a decant of this, I would like to try layering this with Snow White and see how that turns out.
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A rich bourbon cream skin musk, formulated to announce and enhance whatever version of oneself is currently coming forth.
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Rain-dappled moss, golden silk, and sheer, gossamer vanilla.
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Coffee Bean and Cinnamon Stick.
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A bronze chypre with molten amber, gleaming myrrh, and a hint of laurel leaf. Thomas Crawford
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Black Butterfly Moon: Black Orchid and Crushed Berries Hair Gloss
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We're that relative who tries to make everyone try a green pie! This one dances lightly on the palate.
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Smoked tonka bean, vetiver root, white patchouli, oolong tea, hazy, muted brown amber, and vanilla husk. Odilon Redon
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The dark, roasted bite of freshly crushed coffee beans folded into the sinuous heat of Snake Oil’s infamous bestseller. Bitter espresso grounds smoldering under a curled-up hiss of sugared patchouli, spiced amber, and velvety vanilla.
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Volatile, earthy, and defiant: dusty leather, tobacco leaf, clove bud, green patchouli, and black pepper. Honoré Daumier
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A dirge sung to Atropa bella-donna: caramelized patchouli root, crushed purple berries, and opium tar.
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The silent, obsidian pool of narcosis, a dark reverie whispering horrid secrets: indigo oud, laudanum accord, myrrh, red musk, and black kyphi.
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This is the breathless euphoria of being lifted by unseen hands, friendship blurring into invocation, play into wild belief. The body is still, heartbeats thrum and murmur, the spirit floats. Something listens. This is a fragrance of surrendering gravity and trusting the darkness. It opens like a breath held too long, cool and smoky, trembling with anticipation. Pale, translucent florals drift upward, buoyant and unreal, while incense draws you back just enough to feel the disorienting pull between here and elsewhere. The base settles into dry wood and shadowed resins, like the floor beneath your back, solid, unyielding, waiting.
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Dead Leaves and Apple Pie.
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This one’s a holiday scent for all the Archive of Our Own regulars, proud teratophiliacs, and slashfic aficionados: those brave, unblushing souls who know exactly what tags they’re filtering for and aren’t afraid of a little (or a lot of) morally-ambiguous monster romance. A filthy-sweet gourmand gone feral: scorched caramel and dark cocoa nibs tangled with warm, skin-slick musk, a crack of black leather, a swirl of brandy, and the faint metallic scrape of chains dragged across a bedroom floor.
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Black leather flecked with remnants of a gloopy food court cinnamon bun.
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Olive green jelly with a warm orange glow and pink and green reflective sparks.
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Every leaf tells a story.