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Hungry Ghost Moon: Hazelnut Spread and Mini Marshmallows
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
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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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Cracked leather and faded ink, dust-heavy pages steeped in echoes of prayer. Beeswax candles gutter in the shadows, their pale, amber light feebly holding back the dark. Low murmurs of frankincense and oakmoss anchor the stern hush of eternity. Vincent Van Gogh
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Patchouli and Smoked Vanilla.
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Pumpkin cream, honey, vanilla sugar, and smoked vanilla bean.
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In a desperate bid to mend the fractures of this cursed timeline, we are stretching Halloween beyond all reason, until time itself buckles and snaps back into place. It’s thirsty work, so here’s a snuggly blanket of creamy pumpkin cold foam quivering atop a pint of butterscotch ale.
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48, Rue de Courcelles. Eighteenth January 1847 My Dear Mrs. F. I send you, on the other side, the tremendous document which will make you for ninety years (I hope) a beautiful Punchmaker in more senses as one. I shall be delighted to dine with you on Thursday. Mr Foster says amen. Commend me to your Lord, and believe me (with respectful compliments to Lord Chesterfield) always Mrs. F. Faithfully yours, Charles Dickens. To make three pints of Punch Peel into a very strong common basin (which may be broken, in case of accident, without damage to the owner’s peace or pocket) the rinds of three lemons, cut very thin, and with as little as possible of the white coating between the peel and the fruit, attached. Add a double-handfull of lump sugar (good measure), a pint of good old rum, and a large wine-glass full of brandy – if it not be a large claret glass, say two. Set this on fire, by filling a warm silver spoon with the spirit, lighting the contents at a wax taper, and pouring them gently in. Let it burn three or four minutes at least, stirring it from time to time. Then extinguish it by covering the flame. Then squeeze in the juice of the three lemons, and add a quart of boiling water. Stir the whole well, cover it up for five minutes, and stir again. At this crisis (having skimmed off the lemon pips with a spoon) you may taste. If not sweet enough, add sugar to your liking, but observe that it will be a little sweeter presently. Pour the whole into a jug, tie a leather or coarse cloth over the top, so as to exclude the air completely, and stand it in a hot oven ten minutes, or on a hot stove one quarter of an hour. Keep it until it comes to table in a warm place near the fire, but not too hot. If it be intended to stand three or four hours, take half the lemon-peel out, or it will acquire a bitter taste. The same punch allowed to cool by degrees, and then iced, is delicious. It requires less sugar when made for this purpose. If you wish to produce it bright, strain it into bottles through silk. These proportions and directions will, of course, apply to any quantity.
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Bombastic Subtropical Turquoise Cream Pie
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Gifts with Donation or Purchase
Disclaimer: this perfume oil is not blue, it is not combustible, and it is not caffeinated. -
Shattered amber tears, smoked saffron, burnt sugar, myrrh, brown leather, peru balsam, vetiver, and ash. Joseph Mallord William Turner
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Piles of ube pumpkin cheesecake batter blorped into a brown sugar graham cracker crust.
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Roasted pumpkin soaked in golden brandy, clove, nutmeg, and vanilla absolute.
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Le Tits Now is mostly about the champagne on me, which is quite fizzy, bright, and almost soda-like in this scent. I've tested this twice, and the champagne reigns on my skin in full force for about five hours before I get much of anything else from this. I believe this features the chilly, sweet snow note of Snow White, but the fizzy champagne makes me question if that's really the snow note I'm smelling. I smell a little musk with the snow note after the champagne calms down at the end of a long day, adding a nice backdrop to the champagne and snow, and I'm pleased to report that there's no red musk among the blushing musks featured here. Sadly, I'm not really getting any lavender from this, but that could just be due to my skin making this a champagne party for hours on end. In any case, I'll definitely be keeping my bottle, and I plan to wear this tomorrow to ring in the new year.
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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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He stopped short by the door. “What is the matter?” he cried. “For God’s sake, what are you doing!” I kept on creeping just the same, but I looked at him over my shoulder. “I’ve got out at last,” said I, “in spite of you and Jane! And I’ve pulled off most of the paper, so you can’t put me back!” Now why should that man have fainted? But he did, and right across my path by the wall, so that I had to creep over him every time! Torn paper revealing scorched plaster embedded with bitter citron, yellow grapefruit, and damp white cedar.
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A tribute to the squeaky plastic rats that haunt every Halloween bin — adorable little horrors with gleaming eyes and crooked tails. Shiny black licorice, grey amber, and a dusting of smoky black pepper.
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A row of plump, cardamom-spiced sweet buns overflowing with pooflets of lavender cream and almond paste.
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Red winter berries crushed under tiny claws, fermented wild cherry and mulled brandy spilling into russet feathers.
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I had to get a bottle of this because I enjoy these festive robins so much, AND because I'm a slut for cherry. I am happy to say that blind bottling this scent paid off! The cherry is a main player during both the wet and dry phases of the scent, although it is most prominent early on in wear. It's very much a fruit-infused mulled wine scent to me, but aside from the cherry, I'm not very good at picking out the winter berries (there might be some pom here???). There was a darker note in the background that I wasn't able to pinpoint, but I'm not sure if that was the fruit itself, whatever comprises the russet feathers, or if it is part of the brandy. My partner, who also loves cherry scents and birds, but didn't know this contained cherry until it arrived, was thrilled that the cherry note is so prominent and was glad that the scent is just as amazing as the artwork. We will both enjoy applying this one for a boozy cherry fix during the winter months!
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Hot, sultry beeswax and blushing pink apple.
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First Noel, First Base is a blast of apple at first, backed by the beeswax, but it doesn't take long for the beeswax to take the center stage and become the dominant note, sweetened up further by whatever remains of the apple. I've tested this myself and slathered it on my partner, and it has great throw. I typically say I have too many beeswax scents, or too many apple scents, but this is the first scent I've had featuring both notes, and it did not disappoint. I'm excited to have another Yuletide apple scent in my collection.
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This is amazing. I get lots of lavender, cardamom, and an airy cream that smells like a homemade vanilla-infused whipped cream, with a smattering of almond paste that's most noticeable during the first few hours of wear. Then it mostly becomes all about that cream, which I am delighted to say is not a butter bomb in this case. This is the least bread-y of the lavender bread scents -- I didn't get any yeast-y baked bun scent, but that could come out more as it has had more time to settle, or maybe my skin ran away with the other notes (I don't mind). My partner doesn't even care for baked good scents and thought this smelled delectable. One bottle will not be enough! I like this more than Lights, Camera, Something, a scent from a Lilith update of yore which also featured lavender and cardamom notes. This features way more lavender with the cardamom, and the cream makes this scent more floofy.
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By moonlight—the moon shines in all night when there is a moon—I wouldn’t know it was the same paper. At night in any kind of light, in twilight, candlelight, lamplight, and worst of all by moonlight, it becomes bars! The outside pattern I mean, and the woman behind it is as plain as can be. I didn’t realize for a long time what the thing was that showed behind,—that dim sub-pattern,—but now I am quite sure it is a woman. A perfume of veils and bars, moonlight slashing through prison walls: silvered lavender and white iris shuddering like lamplight on stained plaster, ambergris frothing through vanilla husk, and the phantom outline of a rose-touched woman’s silhouette.
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For the spooky kids down the shurr.
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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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A glass of midnight stout, thick with black chocolate and roasted barley, its foam kissed with bitter espresso. A pale disc of buttered shortbread rests against the rim, crumbling into the inky depths. A strange eclipse of comfort and shadow: warm, crumbly biscuit and golden butter swallowed by a swirl of dark malt, molasses, and cocoa.