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Jolly, jeering splats of red and black currants, neroli, and spiced apricot surrounding a grinning clang of spectral sandalwood musk. James Ensor
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An oil to help you overcome feelings of loneliness and isolation while cultivating and retaining compassion for yourself, your communities, and the broader world. This oil contains lily, hyacinth, angelica, frankincense, tulsi, Roman chamomile, and lemon.
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Hemlock and Lily of the Valley.
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Whilst I was residing at Maulmain I saw a ghost with my own eyes in broad daylight, of which I could make an affidavit. I had an old schoolfellow, who was afterwards a college friend, with whom I had lived in the closest intimacy. Years, however, had passed away without our seeing each other. One morning I had just got out of bed, and was dressing myself, when suddenly my old friend entered the room. I greeted him warmly, told him to call for a cup of tea in the verandah, and promised to be with him immediately. I dressed myself in all haste, and went out into the verandah, but found no one there. I could not believe my eyes. I called to the sentry, who was posted at the front of the house, but he had seen no strange gentlemen that morning, The servants also declared that no such person had entered the house. I was certain I had seen my friend. I was not thinking about him at the time : yet I was not taken by surprise, as steamers and other vessel were frequently arriving at Maulmain. A fortnight afterwards, news arrived that he had died, six hundred miles off, almost the very time I saw him at Maulmain. It is useless to comment upon this story. To this day I have never doubted that I really saw the ghost of my deceased friend. Banbury Advertiser, 18 July 1878 A fragrance steeped in wistful melancholy and the ache of near-forgotten longing. Black tea and bergamot shimmer in the glow of sunlit amber as cypress boughs cast lingering shadows. The heart blooms softly with jasmine sambac and tender orris.
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Scorched oud, bitter resins, black musk, a torn shred of gossamer vanilla, and a clang of metal. “I concealed myself in the dark dressing room, that opened upon the poor patient’s room, in which a candle was burning, and watched there till she was fast asleep. I stood at the door, peeping through the small crevice, my sword laid on the table beside me, as my directions prescribed, until, a little after one, I saw a large black object, very ill-defined, crawl, as it seemed to me, over the foot of the bed, and swiftly spread itself up to the poor girl’s throat, where it swelled, in a moment, into a great, palpitating mass. “For a few moments I had stood petrified. I now sprang forward, with my sword in my hand. The black creature suddenly contracted towards the foot of the bed, glided over it, and, standing on the floor about a yard below the foot of the bed, with a glare of skulking ferocity and horror fixed on me, I saw Millarca. Speculating I know not what, I struck at her instantly with my sword; but I saw her standing near the door, unscathed. Horrified, I pursued, and struck again. She was gone; and my sword flew to shivers against the door.”
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Incandescent, glittering musks, pearls of sweet Florentine iris, and an indigo sigh of blue cypress, Italian bergamot, pink jasmine, cistus, white amber, mimosa, and black lilies.
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Sugared pear and wild violets with orris butter, coconut milk, white musk, and vanilla silk. “How romantic you are, Carmilla,” I said. “Whenever you tell me your story, it will be made up chiefly of some one great romance.” She kissed me silently. “I am sure, Carmilla, you have been in love; that there is, at this moment, an affair of the heart going on.” “I have been in love with no one, and never shall,” she whispered, “unless it should be with you.” How beautiful she looked in the moonlight! Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled. Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. “Darling, darling,” she murmured, “I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so.”
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Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole; Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, And seal the cacao-dusted Casket of my Soul. A soporific dessert: Hidcote lavender, golden hops, and vanilla bean dusted with cacao.
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I think this is the first time that the variety of lavender in TKO has been mentioned in a description! Anyways, this was an instant bottle for me, since I adore TKO and love lavender and chocolate together just as much as I adore lavender and vanilla. I am here to report that there is NO CACAO SLUDGE in my bottle (which is a little sad for me, but those who were hoping for no sludge can rejoice about there not being any globules of cacao absolute in this scent). I've slathered this one on before bed twice, and I swear it's like a TKO even more amped up on sugar than chocolate. Like, the chocolate is there, but it really is just a dusting of cacao on me... so this isn't even as chocolate-y as Wulric, the Wolfman or Lavender Brownie. I'm not sure if that is just my skin amping up the non-chocolate components of the scent or not, but in any case, it is still a lovely TKO confection and I recommend it to someone that would love an ever sweeter TKO.
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This smells exactly like the listed notes. The root beer barrels and chalky, wintergreen-y candy cigarettes cozy right up to each other and are pretty evenly balanced for the first few hours of wear, but the candy cigarettes do overtake it after a while, making it a chalky, minty scent with the ghost of root beer barrels, before eventually settling down to a cheap vanilla (which makes sense for the root beer barrels) with a hint of candy cigarette by the end of the day. It has been decades since I've had a candy cigarette, and I couldn't remember if they were just chalky and sweet or if they had a flavor to them, but as soon as I smelled this, I was like, yep, those are candy cigarettes! And the wintergreen from those goes well with the root beer barrels. I do think Stimulating Sassafras Strengthener is even more root beer barrel-y than this, so if someone tries this for the root beer candy and doesn't want the candy cigarette component, try that one if you haven't already. Although I wish the root beer barrels lasted as long as the candy cigarettes did on me, I appreciate the scent and the nostalgia it evokes.
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Ink-dark skies ripple with stardust and prophecy, and the air hums with the scent of revolution: smoked myrrh and velvet incense glittering with ti leaf and Italian bergamot.
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Gliding through the velvet hush of midnight, she moves — barefoot on cool stone, wrapped in a whisper of clove-scented silk. A flicker of candlelight catches the curve of her throat, the glint in her half-lidded eyes. Dark florals, bruised and beckoning — black orchid, scarlet poppy, and moonlit tuberose — whisper their secrets against the heat of her skin. A breath of smoked vanilla curls like an incantation, weaving through ribbons of amber resin and spiced honey. Beneath it all, the slow, insistent pull of patchouli and oud, ancient and aching. This is the art of longing, the alchemy of desire.
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You Are Mine, You Shall Be Mine, You and I Are One for Ever
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Halloweenie
The consuming intensity of a passion that claims body and soul, blurring the boundaries between longing and obsession, lust and loathing. Ylang ylang and clove evoke the heat of skin against skin, bruised by bittersweet blackcurrant honey kisses. Sometimes after an hour of apathy, my strange and beautiful companion would take my hand and hold it with a fond pressure, renewed again and again; blushing softly, gazing in my face with languid and burning eyes, and breathing so fast that her dress rose and fell with the tumultuous respiration. It was like the ardor of a lover; it embarrassed me; it was hateful and yet over-powering; and with gloating eyes she drew me to her, and her hot lips traveled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, “You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one for ever.” -
All-consuming, relentless desire – deceptively luscious, murderously brooding, and blindingly sensual: blood musk, black cherry, crimson amber, 21-year aged patchouli, golden saffron, jasmine sambac, and black rose. The vampire is prone to be fascinated with an engrossing vehemence, resembling the passion of love, by particular persons. In pursuit of these it will exercise inexhaustible patience and stratagem, for access to a particular object may be obstructed in a hundred ways. It will never desist until it has satiated its passion, and drained the very life of its coveted victim. But it will, in these cases, husband and protract its murderous enjoyment with the refinement of an epicure, and heighten it by the gradual approaches of an artful courtship. In these cases it seems to yearn for something like sympathy and consent. In ordinary ones it goes direct to its object, overpowers with violence, and strangles and exhausts often at a single feast.
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The mists that slept on the river’s brim. Went up like the wings of the cherubim. The water-lilies so cold and fair Were tangled with tresses of bright brown hair. The osiers bent with a quiet grace over a form with a still, white face. The river flow’d with a desolate moan, And dead leaves fell on the cold grey stone. – Sarah T. Bolton A mist-shrouded river, laden with sorrow: water lilies, wild plum, carrot seed, jasmine petals, and yellow bergamot pouring over moss-covered stones.
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Osmanthus and Sweet Frankincense.
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A paean to ancient malevolence and the unseen forces that grasp and scratch at the living like gnarled roots clawing through blood-stained soil in midnight forests: patchouli, mandrake root, black pepper, and fossilized amber. “How came the village to be deserted?” asked the General. “It was troubled by revenants, sir; several were tracked to their graves, there detected by the usual tests, and extinguished in the usual way, by decapitation, by the stake, and by burning; but not until many of the villagers were killed. “But after all these proceedings according to law,” he continued — “so many graves opened, and so many vampires deprived of their horrible animation — the village was not relieved. But a Moravian nobleman, who happened to be traveling this way, heard how matters were, and being skilled—as many people are in his country—in such affairs, he offered to deliver the village from its tormentor. He did so thus: There being a bright moon that night, he ascended, shortly after sunset, the towers of the chapel here, from whence he could distinctly see the churchyard beneath him; you can see it from that window. From this point he watched until he saw the vampire come out of his grave, and place near it the linen clothes in which he had been folded, and then glide away towards the village to plague its inhabitants.
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A rictus grin of white sandalwood, toasted cedar, tonka bean, cacao, and palo santo. Hans Memling
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This one is a super dry woody scent on me, with the cedar and white sandalwood being the stars of the show throughout wear, and the palo santo being more cologne-y than I've experienced in other BPAL scents containing that note. There were flecks of cacao in my decant, but try as I may, I could not get them to integrate with the oil enough to be visible on my skin, so I didn't end up getting much cacao when I tested this. I really wish this were a little less dry and that I had experienced more sweetness from the tonka and cacao. Alas.
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It's about time my bitch ass finally sits down to review this. Blueberry Lavender Lemon Crepes is one of my favorite scents from this year's Lavender Kitchen collection. It smells like blueberry compote, but the blueberries still manage to have a sun-warmed feel to them, and the blueberry compote is swirled with lavender, brightened by limoncello, and stuffed into a crepe... which does smell golden and dusted with powdered sugar. I even ate a blueberry crepe today (sans limoncello and lavender, alas!) while sniffing myself to gear up for this review. For science. And I think it's a very accurate crepe scent -- moreso than Crêpe Aux Fraises, to my nose. By the end of the day, I mostly smell the blueberry and lemon, but the lavender in this lasts longer on me than it does in any of the other scents in this year's Lavender Kitchen. I'm happy I grabbed a bottle and am debating a back-up! ETA: Just wanted to mention that I did end up getting a back-up bottle.
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Blackened lavender and sensual rivulets of labdanum with Oman frankincense and raw cacao.
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A Winter Solstice gourmand: a ground almond snowpack glistening under a chilly scattering of sugar-bright stars, standing out against a night sky of the darkest cacao.
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This one features a dry (like, the cold air is nipping at your nose) snow note (I don't really get any vanilla from it, alas!) with some coconut rice and creamy condensed milk in the background (the latter of which is missing in action at first, but becomes more noticeable later). I am not getting any evergreen or minty-ness from it like with some of the other snow notes from the Lab. It ends up settling into that dry snow scent with some cool coconut by the end of the day. While this isn't something I could see myself reaching for, I do think it was fun to try it. I would have never imagined a perfume with snow and rice together!
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Girl Holding a Snake – Innocence
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Limited Editions
I got this to see how it compared to The Storm with its vanilla and mosses. Well, this is nothing like The Storm, which I prefer as far as vanilla and mosses go, but someone looking for a deep, mossy incense blend touched with balsamic woods should appreciate this one. I was really hoping for lots of vanilla cream to go along with those notes, but it was not a main player on me (although sometimes I find the scent just needs a little age for the vanilla to peek out). -
I bought this because of the cause, because I love many of the Lab's sweet pea scents, because I enjoy the notes listed here, and because I thought that it might be a cousin to Mouse's Long and Sad Tale. But I've tested this twice, and for some reason, it's just not jiving with me. I think it's the combination of the almond milk with the sweet pea. They're the strongest two notes in the scent (with the sandalwood coming out after the scent has been on the skin for a few hours), and to my nose, the almond milk overpowers and clashes with the sweet pea. Sadly, I'm not able to detect any of the vanilla, and when I wore Mouse's Long and Sad Tale last week, I was swooning -- but this just doesn't produce the same feeling for me despite sharing some notes. Since I can't see myself wearing this over Mouse's Long and Sad Tale, Serving Fish, or the Sweet Pea single note, I'm going to let this bottle go.