doomsday_disco
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A shadowed meadow stirs under a shrouded moon: crushed bluebells release their bruised perfume, Arctic starflower and wild flax weave cold sweetness into the air. A thrum of patchouli-darkened red musk pulses heavily in the air, spiced with cardamom pods, cacao, and red oudh.
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Witches cavort and the Devil stamps his cloven hoot the base of a venerable black walnut tree, the crackle of scorched wood and the fragrant profanation of dry vanilla bean heralds strange heresies.
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Writhing shadows and jutting gray stones stabbing through a starless sky: dark vetiver and blackened patchouli cling to cold rock, while opopanax and resin-weeping trees smolder into thick, hypnotic smoke.
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Ecstasy and heresy on the Heath of the He-Goat: molten labdanum drips like blood onto bare skin, red musk thrums with carnal hunger, and gleaming red amber smolders against the writhing curve of the body.
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Goose Moon: White Sandalwood and Black Poppy
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
White Sandalwood and Black Poppy. -
A deep rumbling purr: myrrh, sweet almond, spiced rum, brown sugar, honeyed dates, golden amber, scorched marshmallow, and toasted vanilla musk. Cornelis Visscher
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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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Rosenkuchen, coffee, and steamed milk with a burst of celestial amber musk. Paul Klee
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A Guardian Angel Serves a Small Breakfast
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Limited Editions
This is mostly about the Rosenkuchen with a splash of coffee in the background. It's too cinnamon-heavy for me, but I'm at least glad that it wasn't strong on the milk note. After a while, the celestial amber musk emerges, and it ends up being all about that note on my skin by the end of the day. I don't dislike it, but I wish my skin hadn't amped the cinnamon in the baked good note and that I had gotten more coffee from this. -
Belladonna Berries and Sugar.
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Death Moon: Belladonna Berries and Sugar
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
I don't know what happened with this one, but it didn't smell particularly sugary or strong on the berry note in the vial, and on my skin, it was all soap. I was expecting this to be like the belladonna berry note in Beautiful Death, but with some sugar, but this isn't like that at all. -
Absinthe and Lavender Tar.
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Death Moon: Absinthe and Lavender Tar
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
This duet is heavier on the absinthe than the lavender. It starts off being very black licorice-y but then ends up calming down to a citrusy herbal green swirled with a bit of lavender. Definitely one for absinthe lovers. -
Boney Moon: Piñon and Blackened Lavender
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
I really thought this would be a win and almost blind bottled it, but I ended up going the decant route, and I'm glad I did. I get lightly smoked lavender and pine and then, wham! An unlisted red musk note emerges, and I amp that note, so it is a very musk-swirled lightly smoked lavender with a hint of pine on me. WHY -
Snake Oil, opium tar, indigo poppy petals, plum cognac, and a dribble of laudanum.
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This reminds me of Madrigal from Lupercalia 2024 (somnambulic lavender, wild plum, Siamese benzoin, and sugared opium tar) without the lavender. This is mostly about the perfume-y opium tar on me, backed by the plum cognac (which isn't as plum-y as the straight up plum in Madrigal), and a tiny bit of Snake Oil's musk and spices... but my god, the Snake Oil is hella light here and cannot hold a candle to that opium tar. I'm really surprised, since Snake Oil is generally a powerhouse on its own, although it has been lighter in color and throw since I think 2019... I think I'll hang onto my decant to see how this ages, but I don't think this is Snake Oil-y enough for me to warrant a bottle (and I'm no longer getting bottles to age just to see if I love them in the future).
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If this year’s Lupercalia fragrance collection was a book, it would be printed in blood-red ink rolled across the soft, stubborn bodies of dream-pale flowers, and stamped onto heavy black paper. We’d pass it around before the letters had a chance to dry, staining fingers with the turn of every page, marking the curious as aspiring erotes, as fellow Lupercalians. The sanguine contents of this text were made to be devoured by the eyes, the skin, the heart, and then the story continued by its readers, passed along to others. (As ever, please do not consume the perfumes internally or apply them to sensitive body parts. Don’t make us regret deploying such a fragrant metaphor, we’re trusting you to hang onto at least that much cognition.)
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I'm getting a heady white floral note and a fuckton of red musk. The ink is there at first, but it gets overtaken by the heady floral note and the vat of red musk after about an hour, and the red musk is the dominant note by the end of the day. My skin amps red musk, and I'm not a fan of the note, so this isn't a win for me.
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Cake for Breakfast is mostly about the bread of the pain au chocolat for me (I'm actually not getting the chocolate) and the black tea. I get a light touch of peach silk (which is like a light peach note) and a bit of the cherry during the wet phase of the scent and for a little while after, but after that, it's all about the bread and tea. The cream emerges and makes this a buttery bread backed by some tea after several hours of wear. I wish I were getting more cherry like the other reviewers! As it is, it's a good bread scent, but I have enough buttery bread scents that I don't need more in my life.
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A rare wild herb that only grows in California, primarily where fires have recently erupted. A scent of renewal, a vibrant cascade of crimson, orange, and russet: tangerine, scarlet musk, honey absolute, red amber, pink peppercorn, and champaca. Please note: this oil is not vegan.
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Lychee tears soaking through a blindfold of opium tar.
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Alas, I'm getting black licorice too. No opium or lychee, just black licorice on my skin. Wahhh.
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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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The isolation had been dreadful, but anything was preferable to this. Scarlet musk, red oud, opium poppy, and tobacco absolute.