doomsday_disco
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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.
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“O, father, my father, and did you not hear The Erl-King whisper so low in my ear?” — “Be still, my heart’s darling — my child, be at ease; It was but the wild blast as it sung thro’ the trees.” A desperate attempt at comfort and assurances of safety. Honeyed oats, toasted clove, hazelnuts, hay, and skin-warmed wool.
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Laufeyson is unexpectedly effervescent. At first, I thought maybe it was a ginger note and the fizz was ginger ale-esque, but there's no ginger here. I suppose it could be the bergamot, but it's never done that in any other blend I've tried before. Maybe this has a fizzy, aldehyde-infused amber like Les Passades? Who knows. I get citrus fizz, leather, agarwood, and clove from this, with the fizz and clove being most noticeable at the beginning of the wear, and the leather and agarwood gaining strength over time (although this scent never gets as dark as it sounds based off of the notes). This isn't a scent I need more of, but I'm glad that I decided to try it, and I'll keep an eye out for future reviews to see if anyone else has any ideas about the source of the fizz!
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A perfume devoted to John George Hohman's Der lange verborgene Freund or Long Hidden (Lost) Friend, a work published in 1820 which collects a selection of spoken prayer and written charms such as the SATOR square. Hohman's work draws upon earlier works such as Egyptian Secrets of Albertus Magnus and also offers practical remedies for everyday concerns. Mulberry, pumpkin molasses, and sweet clove dashed with sonnen-werbel to ensure that people speak to you with pleasant words and a sprinkle of caraway to keep you safe from frights and fantasies.
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This scent is mostly about the pumpkin molasses on me, which is infused with some fruitness from the mulberry at first, and the clove adds a bit of spice that works well with the pumpkin molasses. It turns out that sonnen-werbel is a fictional herb that is just German sounding, and I am not getting any caraway or anything resembling black licorice (fortunately). I'm glad that I was given a chance to try this, but I don't see myself reaching for this over other molasses-heavy scents in my collection.
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In a desperate bid to mend the fractures of this cursed timeline, we are stretching Halloween beyond all reason, until time itself buckles and snaps back into place. It’s thirsty work, so here’s a snuggly blanket of creamy pumpkin cold foam quivering atop a pint of butterscotch ale.
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This is predominantly about the butterscotch ale on me, which has some effervescence to it in the beginning. Then it's all butterscotch and buttery pumpkin that fortunately isn't a spicebomb. Definitely one for fans of butterscotch!