doomsday_disco
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You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. – Maya Angelou Under a terrible moon, tides still answer the pull. Roots still find water. Breath still moves from body to body, unseen and unstoppable. To keep breathing together is to refuse erasure and deny despair. Authoritarianism thrives on isolation and fascism feeds on hopelessness. We are living through a terrible moon, indeed, but we are not alone. You are not alone. Every breath you take is an act of defiance. Every hand you reach for refutes the lie that you stand by yourself. We will get through this together. A protective, communal scent to call one another closer and stand united against the darkness. A scent to remind us that even now, especially now, we rise. Smoldering beeswax illuminated by honeyed amber, an embrace of skin musk, body-warmed wool, cacao-dusted sandalwood, and cardamom milk.
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This lunacy scent is mostly about the honeyed amber on me. I get touches of the wool, beeswax, and sandalwood, but none of the other notes can compete with the force of that honeyed amber. However, when layered with some of its duets, I found that all of the duets always remained on top of Terrible Moon's honeyed amber base. So even though I layered a drop of Terrible Moon with a drop of each of the following duets, the duet was always the stronger blend: Cardamom and Black Amber Pistachio and Vanilla Buttercream Steamed Milk and Marzipan I prefer it layered with the two gourmand duets since it takes it more out of cozy resin territory and adds that extra sweetness that I enjoy. This moon isn't a scent I need more of, but it was fun to get to try it and layer it with some of its duets.
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Terrible Moon: Pistachio and Vanilla Buttercream
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
Pistachio and Vanilla Buttercream. -
Terrible Moon: Pistachio and Vanilla Buttercream
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
This duet features an almond-y sort of pistachio note, backed by the sweet vanilla buttercream. Unlike almond notes, which tend to be fleeting, though, the pistachio sticks around and hovers above the buttercream base. I like this, but I think just my decant will be enough. -
Cherimoya, green tea, lemon blossom, sweet crimson berries, and creamy white sandalwood.
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Silken indigo musk, tatami straw, black tea, golden amber, yuzu peel, and black plum.
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Honeyed cream, turmeric, tonka bean, toasted green cardamom, and star anise.
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Sparkling pale pink jelly with a golden green shift.
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Garnet red jelly.
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Sweet cream, white honey, rice milk, Thai coconut milk, and mango.
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Wisteria incense, oakmoss, and sandalwood cream.
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Ivory jelly with golden flash and diamond sparks.
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Bright sky blue jelly with a blue sparkle.
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Orange jelly with a glowing orange aurora.
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Dildo, Boxes with Lubricants, and a Plum Blossom Twig Hair Gloss
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Hair
Plum blossom, amber cream, honeysuckle honey, white tea, grapefruit, and apricot. -
Coconut milk and white tea.
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Rose gold shimmer jelly with golden aurora.
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Workman Displaying His Sexual Prowess and Gigantic Size of His Member in a Variety of Situations
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Lupercalia
Vanilla-soaked sandalwood, apricot mash, brandy, and white ginger. -
French lavender, Thai coconut, cherimoya, and ube.
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Amber cream, red ginger, patchouli, jackfruit, and orange blossom.
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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 sensual, luxuriant scent that stays close to the skin: Australian sandalwood, tonka bean, benzoin, Siberian iris, bourbon vanilla, cardamom-infused amber, and mimosa petals. Egon Schiele
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“Oh, I’m burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? Why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. Open the window again wide: fasten it open!” An incandescent amber storm. Strata of glowing ambers piled deep and restless, molten and honeyed, threaded with dark, resinous veins that pulse like blood under skin. Free, wild, elemental: the storm at her heart, beating against the glass until it shatters. Formulated to be layered with HEATHCLIFF, or worn as a standalone scent.
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“Oh, I’m burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? Why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. Open the window again wide: fasten it open!” An incandescent amber storm. Strata of glowing ambers piled deep and restless, molten and honeyed, threaded with dark, resinous veins that pulse like blood under skin. Free, wild, elemental: the storm at her heart, beating against the glass until it shatters.
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Asian pear, pear sugar, lemon zest, and white musk.