doomsday_disco
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Who wants to go Dutch with us on a warm slice of buttered pumpkin bread covered in chocolate candy sprinkles?
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Frankincense and White Tea.
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Sweet-tempered and kind, this emotionally generous dragon has a hoard made not of gold, but of handwritten letters, warm socks, library check out cards, and old mixtapes. Famed throughout the realms for offering a listening ear and a warm hug in lieu of unsolicited advice, it roosts in sun-warmed meadows, secondhand bookstores, and antique shops, and its scales glow softly in shades of sun tea, wildflower honey, and sweet apricot.
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I mostly bought this for the sun tea note, but I don't mind the other notes. This is mostly a dry black tea scent on me. I am not getting much sweetness from the honey and apricot, which is weird since wildflower honey tends to be a pretty strong note, typically. I don't dislike it, but I also don't love it -- I was expecting this to be a lot sweeter with the fruit and honey notes, and I thought that the sun tea itself would be like a sweet tea note (because my mother would make sun tea with lots of those Red Rose tea bags that came with a figurine when I was a kid and then put a fuckton of sugar in the tea). So I think in this case, my memory of that sun tea influenced my expectations for this scent. I'm going to set this aside for a few weeks and see how this develops after more rest (maybe there will be more fruit and honey?), but at the moment, but I can't see myself reaching for this over other tea scents in my collection.
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Fig leaf absolute, wild marjoram, labdanum, spiced honey, scorched olive wood, bay laurel, swine musk, and honeyed wine. Hans Nikolaj Hansen
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Peach Rock Candy.
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This is another one of those times that I wish someone else were the first reviewer and wondered if I should review it at all, as my review might make this even harder to destash (like with my review of a previous peach con exclusive). But I'm going to be honest. I was originally going to get a decant of this, but I decided to go for a bottle, since I loved Peach Candyfloss Atmo from a Dragoncon of yore and thought that maybe this could fill that void. Alas, I should not have gone the bottle route. Peach Rocky Candy smells like a tootsie roll (which doesn't hang around too long after this is sprayed, fortunately), artificial grape sugar, and the type of peach you would find in gummy peach rings. But I get more of the fake grape than that peach. I don't know if I'm describing it in a way that makes sense, but I don't mean grape candy -- it's like the grape-like sugar that some of the crappy boba places use in their drinks. The initial spray of this is more like a candy bag with a forgotten gummy peach ring in it than peach rock candy to me, and I get more of that fake grape-like sugar I detest than peach from this (although I do smell more peach after the scent has been on the paper towel I tested it on after a while -- it just never has more peach than that grape-like sugar to my nose). Whenever I smelled this, I couldn't help thinking, "I hate it." I'm also not the only one who smelled tootsie roll in this in the bottle and freshly sprayed -- I held the open bottle up to my partner's nose and asked them to smell it and tell me what they thought it smelled like, and they said tootsie roll, without me having put that idea into their head. I have no idea where the tootsie roll came from, and I don't like artificial grape at all, so I am probably more sensitive to it. I did see one reviewer on social media say that they love this and would have bought 12 bottles if it were a perfume oil, so there's a least one person who had an experience at the opposite end of the spectrum from mine. I truly hope my experience is an outlier and that other reviewers love their bottles just as much as the person who wished this were a perfume oil. As for me... I think I'm either going to have to hope it actually moves in a future destash (unlike Peach Glazed Donut with Mango Chunks) or give it away to someone who will hopefully appreciate it.
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Rare, reclusive, and devoted to contemplation, Chartreuse Dragons make their home in high, wooded monasteries carved into moss-draped cliff faces. Its scales shimmer in shifting tones of yellow-green, laced with the scent of lime rind, crushed apothecary herbs, and translucent vegetal musks.
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Fear and fascination: blackened vetiver, amber smoke, clove, and oudh. …It was a sooty-black animal that resembled a monstrous cat. It appeared to me about four or five feet long for it measured fully the length of the hearthrug as it passed over it; and it continued to-ing and fro-ing with the lithe, sinister restlessness of a beast in a cage. I could not cry out, although as you may suppose, I was terrified.
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It doesn’t get more “traditional” than this: a cauldron of tattoo ink infused with sorcerous roots and heady incense.
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A 99-cent drugstore eyeliner freshly melted with a Bic lighter, in concert with the leathery metallic gleam of a well-loved pyramid spike bracelet.
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O transient voyager of heaven! O silent sign of winter skies! What adverse wind thy sail has driven To dungeons where a prisoner lies? Methinks the hands that shut the sun So sternly from this mourning brow Might still their rebel task have done And checked a thing so frail as thou They would have done it had they known The talisman that dwelt in thee, For all the suns that ever shone Have never been so kind to me! For many a week, and many a day My heart was weighed with sinking gloom When morning rose in mourning grey And faintly lit my prison room But angel like, when I awoke, Thy silvery form so soft and fair Shining through darkness, sweetly spoke Of cloudy skies and mountains bare The dearest to a mountaineer Who, all life long has loved the snow That crowned her native summits drear, Better, than greenest plains below – And voiceless, soulless messenger Thy presence waked a thrilling tone That comforts me while thou art here And will sustain when thou art gone – Emily Brontë Morning rising in mourning grey: tobacco flower, white oud, lavender bud, and ambergris accord.
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Inspired by the John Greenleaf Whittier poem. A red and white scattering of clover, pansy petals and crushed daffodils, a clutch of wild roses, and buzzing hives draped with velvety black musk.
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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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Red musk, red pepper, and honeycomb.
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Nouria, Lady of the Barn Owl skull- Candle-lit night, melancholy solitude and somber whispers, surrounded by leather bound books and ancient scrolls, the alchemy boiling and bubbling. A Regency-era alchemist’s cologne: bourbon vanilla, incense-smudged leatherbound books, rivulets of beeswax, galbanum resin, nutmeg, patchouli root, and leather.
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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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Angora, Lady of the Rabbit skull – ceremonial matcha added to a steaming cup of earl grey, family heirlooms and artifacts, a packed suitcase, ruffles, buttons and bows, awaiting adventure. Earl gray and matcha, blackcurrant bud, white sandalwood, pink rose petals, honeysuckle, and white musk.
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Corvissa, Lady of the Yale skull – gold-plated armor and warm, sweet promises, steel striking steel, stolen glances and secret kisses. Gleaming gold-plated armor, sharpened steel, fossilized amber, and frankincense tears.
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Pomegranate, Carnation, and Peonies.
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Light, motion, and divine radiance. A transcendent perfume, brilliant bursts of solar glory in a haze of celestial grace. Golden neroli and amber with heliotrope, osmanthus absolute, pink pepper, and white myrrh and a triumphant gallop of mallow and honey-tinged sandalwood. Odilon Redon
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Kit Sahari, Lady of the Fennec Fox skull – deserted wanderer, a lone survivor, quick footed and silent, warm blood, bones and fur, sharpening blades by the fire. Blood, bones, and fur: russet musk, desert sand, Daemonorops cinnabar, tonka bean, vetiver, and clove bud.
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Lady of the mythical bird Roc – feathers plucked from her hair, spoken spells and hooka smoke, card readings and watching through the mirror. Honeyed hookah tobacco, spiced and dried dark fruits, smoked molasses, and champaca absolute.
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Would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light. But since you must kill to eat, and rob the newly born of its mother’s milk to quench your thirst, let it then be an act of worship, And let your board stand an altar on which the pure and the innocent of forest and plain are sacrificed for that which is purer and still more innocent in man. When you kill a beast say to him in your heart, “By the same power that slays you, I too am slain; and I too shall be consumed. For the law that delivered you into my hand shall deliver me into a mightier hand. Your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven.” And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart, “Your seeds shall live in my body, And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart, And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.” And in the autumn, when you gather the grapes of your vineyards for the winepress, say in your heart, “I too am a vineyard, and my fruit shall be gathered for the winepress, And like new wine I shall be kept in eternal vessels.” And in winter, when you draw the wine, let there be in your heart a song for each cup; And let there be in the song a remembrance for the autumn days, and for the vineyard, and for the winepress. Purple fig, honeyed dates, sweet red wine, and apples.
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Perk up and relax at the same time! A steamy shot of espresso spiked with hazelnut syrup and crowned with pale purple foam.