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Pinon and Blackened Lavender.
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The Rev. Joseph Glanvil, chaplain in ordinary to Charles II., was a writer of great erudition and ability. In his “Sadducismus Triumphatus,” written to show that the phenomena of witchcraft were genuine occurrences, he gives an account of Mr. Mompesson’s haunted house at Tedworth, where it was observed that, on beating or calling for any tune, it would be exactly answered by drumming. When asked by some one to give three knocks, if it were a certain spirit, it gave three knocks and no more. Other questions were put, and answered by knocks exactly. Glanvil himself says, that, being told it would imitate noises, he scratched, on the sheet of the bed, five, then seven, then ten times ; and it returned exactly the number of scratches each time. Melanethon relates that at Oppenheim, in Germany, in 1620, the same experiment of rapping, and having the raps exactly answered by the spirit which haunted a house, was successfully tried ; and he tells us that Luther was visited by a spirit who announced his coming by “a rapping at his door.” In the famous Wesley case, the haunting of the house of John Wesley’s father, the Parsonage at Epworth, Lincolnshire, in 1716, for a period of two months, the supposed spirit used to imitate Mr. Wesley’s knock at the gate. It responded to the Amen at prayers. Emily, one of the daughters, knocked ; and it answered her. Mr. Wesley knocked a stick on the joists of the kitchen ; and it knocked again, in number of strokes and in loudness exactly replying. When Mrs. Wesley stamped, it knocked in reply. It is not surprising that John Wesley was a Spiritualist. “With my last breath,” he writes, “will I bear my testimony against giving up to infidels one great proof of the invisible world ; I mean that of witchcraft, confirmed by the testimony of all ages.” Planchette, or The Despair of Science : being a full account of modern spiritualism, its phenomena, and the various theories regarding it : with a survey of French Spiritism, Epes Sargent Green balsam, bay leaf, fossilized amber, blackened vetiver, and clove bud cloaked in oud.
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Turns out this is a thing that vampires are into. A warm mug of dark chocolate and cream with a dribble of blood.
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An intangible vapor, an obfuscating mist: grey iris, ambergris, mallow blossom, white tea blossoms, and scorched milk. Alfred Stieglitz
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Amber-bedewed skin musk, golden honey, vanilla cream, and a trickle of sugared lemon. Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
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Aomono sakana gunzei ô-kassen no zu: a chaotic clash of peppers, komatsuna, kabu, and daikon splashed by salt water and kelp with a dash of wasabi. Utagawa Hirokage
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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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Spiced Chestnut and Honey.
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And the weaver said, Speak to us of Clothes. And he answered: Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful. And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a harness and a chain. Would that you could meet the sun and the wind with more of your skin and less of your raiment, For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind. Some of you say, “It is the north wind who has woven the clothes we wear.” And I say, Ay, it was the north wind, But shame was his loom, and the softening of the sinews was his thread. And when his work was done he laughed in the forest. Forget not that modesty is for a shield against the eye of the unclean. And when the unclean shall be no more, what were modesty but a fetter and a fouling of the mind? And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. Sunlight on skin: sweet amber, honey dust, golden sandalwood, and soft musk.
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An oil crafted to help your emotional, mental, and physical stamina, especially during times of stress and duress. Contains: Dracaena draco, blood orange, licorice root, master root, sampson snake root chips, sassafras, and lemon.
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Lilac cream, pressed violets, pink elemi, olive blossom, and crystalline musk. Max Švabinský
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An impossibly sweet concoction of green tea and frothed almond milk poured over fresh rose petals and glistening tapioca pearls.
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Blackcurrant and Iced Lemon.
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Je Suis Toujours la Grande Isis
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Limited Editions
This one really didn't jive with me. I don't know exactly what is causing it, but this is a sweet sort of floral scent that verges on being bubblegum-y even though there's no pink lotus here (is it this particular lily note combing with the orris or something?). The orris and pale amber notes add a powderiness to the scent, and there's nothing that the clove and lavender can do to make the cloying floral and powdery aspects of this scent enjoyable for me. I kept recoiling whenever I sniffed this, so I guess this was just a particularly bad fail for my skin chemistry. -
There's no spooky note in the blackened lavender -- no heavy smoke or vetiver. The labdanum lurks behind it, and it definitely feels different, like it's deeper, and less sweet, than some of the cola-like varieties that have appeared in a lot of the Lab's lavender blends as of late. The Lapsang Souchong note lends a welcome tannic quality to the scent and also isn't a smokebomb. Orris can be a tricky note for me, but I'm not getting a ton of it in this one (the same cannot be said for Je Suis Toujours la Grande Isis). And I can't pinpoint the tonka, although I wouldn't be surprised if it were doing its thing in the background -- it's just not a main player on me. Of the two lavender paintings of the month from the March Double Lunacy, I prefer this one... but I don't think I need more than my decant.
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Blackened lavender thickened with Cretian labdanum, orris absolute, tonka bean, and Lapsang Souchong. Eugène Carrière
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This starts off mostly being about the amber-infused skin musk on me, with a twist of some of the sugared lemon. I don't really get the vanilla cream from this, and it takes several hours for the golden honey to appear -- but when it does, it becomes the star of the show, combining with the sparkling amber musk and what's left of the sugared lemon to remind me of scents like It's All I Have to Bring Today and Venus Verticordia... making me think that the golden honey must have a floral component. I think this is pretty, but since I already own scents similar to the final drydown of the scent, I don't feel the need to upgrade this one.
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Lavender cotton candy fur and vanilla popcorn balls, sent skittering out of the kitchen with a good-natured wave of our polished wood rolling pin.
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A glorious blend honoring the benevolence of spring: Sandalwood-Infused Vanilla, Vines of Pale Spring Blossoms, Honeysuckle Nectar, and Sweet Cream.
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The heavens awaken, piercing the darkness with the first rays of sunrise, scattering demons and chattering imps to the wind. The sun’s promise of redemption, the renewal of grace, and absolution for all sins: glowing amber, white bergamot, orange blossom, and petitgrain.
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Leather crackling under your touch, ink-smudged vows scrawled on incense-stained parchment, the metallic tang of blood and a whiff of brimstone.
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The sacred reborn in darkness, a baptism of liberation: defiled holy water and lily of the valley suffused with black musk.
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Dark frankincense, rose smoke, and oud swirling around splinters of cypress, cedar, and pine in an act of transgressive liberation.
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Flowers long dead twine with petals as-yet unfurled – ghost jasmine, pale heliotrope, asphodel, and black violets – swirling in windswept darkness.
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Animalic musk thrums with forbidden heat, while smoke and honeyed sweat braid into an ecstatic frenzy around a crackling bonfire.