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Black Butterfly Moon: Tuberose and Sparkling Blackberry Wine
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
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Fuel and fire for speaking out against injustice: a heap of warm spiced funnel cakes with a scoop of coffee ice cream. Proceeds from this scent will be donated to the American Civil Liberties Union. To learn about how the ACLU will be challenging Trump’s agendas in court, visit them here. Note: If you are confused, the original scent description on the website said cinnamon ice cream. It was mentioned that this was an error and that it should actually be coffee ice cream in a live sniff on Thanksgiving.
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Dark, dewy patchouli leaves gathered under the moon’s silvery gaze, their earthy aroma rooted deep with forest shadows and resinous moss.
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Prototype for a dapper gravedigger scent for an illustrated book. Spiced cologne, well-worn leather, a spatter of mud, and upturned dirt.
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A blend of bat wings rustling while the bonfires blaze, the warmth of embers and woodsmoke, sticky toffee, and the crisp sweetness of roasted apples.
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Golden apricot, honeyed fig, and grape must spill over with laughter, garlanded in rose, orange blossom, and laurel cavort in a jubilant whirl. Saffron, nutmeg and allspice embedded in amber and frankincense gleam like sun-dappled jewels. Nicolas Poussin
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Lightning Moon: Ylang Ylang and White Apple Lotion
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Lotion
This is so lovely! It's allll about the apple on me. I'm unable to pick out the ylang ylang, and it's usually a pretty heady note. The apple smells like the inside of an apple that's been freshly bitten into.... I can imagine the texture of the apple flesh whenever I smell this! There's a coolness to it that sort of reminds me of Astrid's Apples and Bones (which I love). I agree with roseus that it's not very tart or very sweet. I've tested this several times while working in the office, and the scent doesn't have much throw -- I can smell it whenever I hold my hand up to my nose, but I can't smell it otherwise. Regarding the texture (I'm copying this from my initial lotion review): I got a decant (a tiny sample of lotion -- think of it like the size of a little thing of paint) from Ajevie, so I can't comment on the packaging of the lotion. However, I can't imagine that one would have an easy time getting it out of a bath oil style bottle, since it is a thick lotion. It's not as thick as Epically Epic's whipped body butters (which they no longer make ), Blood Moon Botanica's body butters, or Strawberry Boo's frosting-like body butters, nor is it thin and liquidy like Paintbox Soapworks' lotions or Moonalisa's potion lotions or avocado butters. I haven't had one in a while, but I would say the thickness is probably most comparable to Haus of Gloi's pumpkin butters, but this might even be thicker than that, and it is somewhat stickier. If I try to press a finger down into this little pot of lotion, it feels a bit sticky and starts going up the sides of the small container instead of covering my finger in a lot of lotion -- but I like that this is on the thicker side, because I live in the desert and have very dry skin. I find that this doesn't take long to sink in (but again -- I have very dry skin, so you may not have the same experience). I love this, so I ordered a bottle along with the Weenies I blind bottled so that I could pair it with a lot of my apple scents. I recommend this to anyone who is looking for an apple-y lotion to pair with their apple-y BPALs. -
Honeyed Peach Incense is mostly about the incense on me. It reminds me of the champaca incense from White Peach and Incense Hair Gloss (White peach, champaca flower, and frankincense), but the peach is much more subtle here than in that hair gloss. The honey in this is also pretty tame. I feel like this is more like someone has lit some incense in a room and there's some honeyed peach in the furthest corner, as opposed to the honeyed peach being part of the incense itself. I do get more of the honeyed peach after a few hours of wear, but the incense remains the star of the show throughout wear on me. I'll probably hang onto my decant just to pair it with the hair gloss I mentioned above, but I still prefer Red Peach, Sweet Oudh, Honey & Saffron for a resinous peach incense fix.
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Chartreuse Dragon is a fresh scent on my skin. I'm mostly getting the green apothecary herbs, which I'm unable to isolate, but they smell somewhat grassy. There's only a touch of lime, which is most noticeable during the wet phase, but it fades away pretty quickly. The musk resides in the background, but it also reads as clean to my nose. I would have liked more lime from this one.
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When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Tender branches, clinging roots: plum cognac, vetiver caramel, red labdanum, tobacco root, Turkish rose, and nutmeg.
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Every leaf tells a story.
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Truly the scent of autumn itself — damp woods, fir needle, and black patchouli with the gentlest touches of warm pumpkin, clove, nutmeg, allspice, sweet red apple and mullein.
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Enhance your horror movie screenings with this fleshy and fruity shpritz: guava musk, slick strawberry lip gloss, and blood-tainted digestive juices.
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There was three men come out o’ the west their fortunes for to try, And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn must die, They plowed, they sowed, they harrowed him in, throwed clods upon his head, And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn was dead. Barley, beer, blood, and whiskey.
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Stone-faced charm, stone-cold sophistication. A mossy beard oil blend with a hint of beeswax, cathedral incense, blackened cedar, and aged oak.
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(This scent is tagged with dead leaves and no additional scent description.)
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Dead Leaves and Oatmeal Stout.
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Honey and Summer Herbs.
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Peach Rock Candy.
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A strangely sensual, darkly fae All Hallow’s Eve cologne, a perfume of the Otherworld: black pumpkin, leather, pomegranate incense, agarwood, and bourbon patchouli.
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The fear of Halloween. Menacing Haitian vetiver, patchouli, and clove with a shock of bourbon geranium, grim oakmoss, and dread-inspiring balsams pierce the innocuous scent of autumn leaves.
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Then said a teacher, Speak to us of Teaching. And he said: No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge. The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple, among his followers, gives not of his wisdom but rather of his faith and his lovingness. If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind. The astronomer may speak to you of his understanding of space, but he cannot give you his understanding. The musician may sing to you of the rhythm which is in all space, but he cannot give you the ear which arrests the rhythm nor the voice that echoes it. And he who is versed in the science of numbers can tell of the regions of weight and measure, but he cannot conduct you thither. For the vision of one man lends not its wings to another man. And even as each one of you stands alone in God’s knowledge, so must each one of you be alone in his knowledge of God and in his understanding of the earth. A perfume for knowledge and the wisdom to wield it well: frankincense, green cedar, white sandalwood, bay leaf, and hyssop.
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A chilled, sticky, blue-flavored scent that was a prototype for a film promo.
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"Darling, it's not chaos. It's couture." The scent of a goblin atelier: a strange alchemy of high-end avant-garde perfume, animalic musk, and silk stitched with scraps of leather colliding with honeyed ale, dust from shattered rhinestones, and the oily sparkle of iron.
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An unreleased prototype for a holiday frimp that was bloodied by accident. Think Sweeney Todd if it was fruity, meatless, and more of an “oops.”