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the butterfly having disappeared my spirit came back to me — Wafū, trans. R. H. Blyth Wings unfolding in darkness, an echo of silence, the softest flutter, and then gone. Shadow-dappled tuberose and black orchid, buffeted by crumpled violet leaves and ink-dipped tea roses. A glint of obsidian musk slinks beneath, woven with scorched vanilla resin, dusty myrrh, and the faintest touch of crushed blackberry skin.
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There’s still a little time to kill before the viewing… surely it wouldn’t hurt to stop for a short stack? Black coffee, syrup-drenched buckwheat cakes, and a crusty cruller for the road.
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From Edward Gorey’s Scènes de Ballet. A glimmer of white tulle in a thicket of ink-black pines, graceful as a half-spied pirouette between a silhouette of clawed branches. The hush of forest moss under satin slippers, a wisp of candle smoke, the flick of a wrist as pale as lilies beckoning through thick myrrh shadows.
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I grabbed a decant of this because I've made an effort to try all of the Gorey scents thus far, and the pine and candle smoke notes appealed to me. La Sylphe de Forêt Noire isn't strong on the pine, though. I actually get a lot of lily, satin, and myrrh from this, with some pine and moss lingering in the background during the first few hours of wear. I think the satin note may be reminding me of the something in Black Silk, but I no longer have that blend and haven't smelled it in ages, so I can't test it and know for sure. The lily in this is a sweet variety -- I believe it's the same lily note that was used in Je Suis Toujours la Grande Isis, which also featured a myrrh note. When the pine note fades away, the candle smoke makes itself more known, and the combination of the fabric note, the lily, and the sweet beeswax candle smoke is somehow reminding me of House of Mirrors Atmo from Denver Comic Con in 2015 -- like, not an exact match, but I feel like it could be a cousin to that scent. Although it's not the pine-centric blend I was hoping for, I would have enjoyed this scent more if it were like its end result from the beginning -- with more of that candle smoke to help tame that lily and fabric. As it is, this isn't something I need more of, but if you're a fan of lily, you should definitely give this a whirl.
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A dribble of Dorian and a squiggle of Snake Oil, delicately stirred with a moss-crusted muddy shovel.
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Like the atmo, this starts off with a blast of moss-tinged mud, but the mossy mud lasts longer on the skin than it does in atmo form. When the mossy mud does calm down, the musky Snake Oil is the strongest aspect of the scent on me -- again, like the atmo -- but I, too, get more Dorian on me than I do from the atmo, especially once this has been on the skin for several hours, and it ends up being a main player. It's the musk and vanilla of both Snake Oil and Dorian that I get the most from both of those scents, and I'm pleased to report that this has some great staying power, still going strong on me the next morning after I tested it one evening. Hiss and Hearse is a top tier Snake Oil and Dorian hybrid scent. It may possibly be the best hybrid of the two since No DNA Test Required from the 2018 Lilith collection. If you're a fan of Snake Oil and Dorian, you will enjoy this, unless you dislike dirt. I enjoy all of the components of this scent, so I'm very happy to have a bottle in my collection -- and I may have to scoop up another before it goes away.
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Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace. When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the “nay” in your own mind, nor do you withhold the “ay.” And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart; For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed. When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain. And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught. And let your best be for your friend. If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also. For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill? Seek him always with hours to live. For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness. And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. The warmth of shared meals, the pleasure of shared laughter, and the hidden language of sweet, comfortable silences: warm bread, roasted chestnut, oakwood smoke, sparkling bergamot, lentisk resin, and honeyed labdanum.
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This isn't a bread scent like Unsubtle Euphanism, Lavender Rosemary Baguette, Olisbokollike, or Loaf -- at least, not on me. On me, this is all about the roasted chestnut (which smells like an actual roasted chestnut and not the sort of chestnut you might find in a dessert) and the oakwood smoke, with touches of the bergamot and the honeyed part of the labdanum. It's warm, nutty, and smoky, but the bergamot helps to lift the scent a little, and the honey adds a bit of welcome sweetness. The smoke in this isn't acrid at all and ends up being the dominant note on me after several hours of wear -- and it's probably one of the best smoke notes I've encountered from the Lab. I don't think I need a whole bottle of this, but if you're looking for a smoky roasted chestnut scent, this one should be up your alley!
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This smells exactly like last year's atmo, which is to say, it smells DELICIOUS. This is more syrup-drenched pancake on me than coffee, but again, the syrup in this does not smell like most maple syrups. I have not been loving maple as a note the past few years, so that is a good thing, in my book. The syrup is really dark and somehow not cloying, and the pancakes themselves aren't overly buttery. The coffee is even less noticeable on my skin than in the atmo, so that must just be my skin amping up the pancake aspects, compared to other reviewers. If you think you will like this, you probably will. I'm glad I decided to grab perfume oil to go along with my atmo, and I look forward to trying it with Pumpkin Brioche French Toast Hair Gloss when my decant arrives, so that I can smell like the best breakfast! ETA: I slathered this on before heading to work on Wednesday, and the scent just lasted and lasted all day and had a ton of throw, with the sugary glaze of the cruller becoming more prominent as the day went on, cozying up to the syrupy buckwheat pancakes. UGH, it's SO GOOD. Some of the perfume must have gotten on my seatbelt, because now it also smells like the most delicious breakfast.
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Wildflower Honey and Sweet Amber.
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Snake Oil was one of my first creations, one of the original BPAL scents, and is as bound up with my own history as it is with the history of Black Phoenix. It is the scent I wore on my wedding day, the scent I wore while giving birth to my child, and it is as much a part of me as my own eyes, breath, or limbs. Snake Oil has shed its skin, and is back — now with vintage patchouli and dark, rich, aged vanilla absolute. Snake Oil is our signature scent, our first perfume: deep, rich, earthy notes swirled with vegetal musks, sugared vanilla bean, and dark spices.
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*clinks bottles* *clinks shovels* How about one for the road? Fizzy pop and a syrupy slick of motor oil splashed across disintegrating tan leather seats.
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This is a cherry party on me throughout wear, and I'm here for it. The cherry is a deep, dark black cherry mixed with a candy-like cherry that smells like a cherry Tootsie Pop. I don't get any cola from this, although I do get a caramel-y, syrup-y aspect to the scent after a while, which I attributed to a sweet, syrup-y brown leather note (I should do a side by side with Outlaw, with its brown leather and sassafras), but mayhaps it was also a part of the soda. It reminds me more of a Black Cherry Boylan Soda than a Cherry Coke, but with way less fizziness than actual soda. Unless that syrup-y quality is due to the leather, the leather and motor oil are really subtle on me. And I say this having slathered it all over, including down the length of my forearm, on Saturday. So on me, this is more Cherry Soda/Candy Hearse than Cherry Cola Hearse, emphasis on the cherry. This means there are no complaints from me! I'm curious to see if this remains cherry-centric or gets more industrial as it ages.
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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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A tribute to Epidendrum nutans, the nocturnal seductress of the forest canopy. Sweet, indolic jasmine curls around a breath of citrus and moonlit air, a perfume that blooms when the world sleeps.
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A sun-warmed bloom, its fragrance unfurls in lush waves: rich and creamy, like chocolate and nectar mingling in the sultry air. A scent both decadent and wild, glistening with heady sweetness.
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Prototype for a perkygoth project: red velvet cake with strawberry buttercream frosting.
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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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Hungry Ghost Moon: Oven-Warm Pizza Crust and Oregano
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Black Butterfly Moon: Vanilla-Infused Frankincense and Raspberry
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Every leaf tells a story.
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A shiny, genteel, vintage ride for all those who feel dead inside: lime rind, citron, petitgrain, white musk, a swish of bay rum and a bit of black pepper.
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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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“You weren’t always a lovebat, were you?” he began. A spoopy confabulation: Pink strawberries floating in sparkling blood orange and French lime fizz, enveloped in a swooshy cape of black velvet plum.
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A prototype created for a local bakery promotion.