doomsday_disco
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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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Buttercream-frosted angel food cake and a smear of strawberry lip gloss.
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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.
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Golden Peach and Butterscotch Soda.
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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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A dream hearse for anyone who grew up presiding over numerous doll funerals: flashy pink guava, strawberry jam, sugared pink grapefruit, blackberry, bergamot, and pink champagne adorned with a gleaming chrome Landau bar.
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Nothing will squash our interest in creating new pumpkin scents!
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Saying “bone apple teeth” instead of “bon appétit” seems to take on a special meaning in the context of Halloween treats. Here’s a scent commemorating the allure of everything our dentist would have us avoid: a luscious red apple rendered nigh impenetrable by armored plates of toffee and caramel, sprinkled with bone-dry cinnamon-glazed almonds and hard bits of popcorn.
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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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Thick slices of coconut-frosted coconut cake dunked in a vat of Snake Oil.
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Prototype for a perkygoth project: red velvet cake with strawberry buttercream frosting.
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By loving friends you are surrounded, Oh, be not blind to this, I pray. They wish that joy and mirth unbounded May crown your happy Christmas day. Winter oak, hazelnuts, and butterscotch rum.
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Snake Oil slithering into a pan of baked blueberries, blackberries, and raspberries in a warm pastry crust, topped with vanilla ice cream and molasses.