doomsday_disco
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I agree that Pine Cone Sack Attack is reminiscent of the sticky sap of a Christmas tree. My cousin invited my partner and I to attend a wreath-making class at a bar last month that involved clipping actual fir, pine, juniper, and cypress branches to assemble the wreaths. This reminds me of the pine and fir sap that got all over my hands while creating my wreath. While the amber lurks beneath the pine sap at first, it eventually gains strength and becomes the dominant note, backed by the pine sap. It reads as a golden variety of amber to my nose. I really enjoy the pine sap forward phase of this scent, and at first, I was bummed that the amber ended up taking over -- as I prefer my evergreen scents to stay evergreen-forward -- but this ended up growing on me the more I spent time with it, and I think this particular amber complements the pine sap note really well. I'll definitely be keeping my decant, and I plan on giving this a full-day slather to see if need a bottle.
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A jolly Christmas for some. For others? Not so much. Frosted sage, icy green and menacing.
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Snowman Beatdown smells like a cool cologne on me. I'm getting a minty (or something mint-adjacent) ice note, and I think some ozonic snow and sage that are all combining to remind me of cologne. I slathered this on my partner and tested it on myself, and it smelled the same on both of us. Great throw and longevity. I'll be keeping my decant around to slather on my partner, but this isn't something I could personally see myself reaching for over other icy scents.
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Not exactly my definition of a happy Christmas, but to each their own. Wild pansies, white honey, and frothy cream.
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This wasn't something that jumped out at me on my first few perusals of the Yule collection, but I decided to grab a decant in the end just in case it ended up being a flormand. Alas, this is definitely more of a straight-up floral on me, despite the honey and cream notes. I get a smattering of honey behind the pansies when I sniff up close, but it's all about the pansies in the throw (which is strong), and I'm not getting much cream (on a positive note, the cream isn't a butter bomb?). Dismembered Noggin Bouquet is sadly not sweet enough for me, but it was fun to get to try it.
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Golden Tobacco and Beeswax.
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The inky bite of black coffee rising in gusts of steam, softened by the warm-gold glow of buttered crust and sugared apples.
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I wasn't sure how this combo would work out, but I decided to grab a decant since I was getting so many Yule decants anyways. This is mostly about the apple pie on me. The black coffee is present and is strongest during the wet phase of the scent, and I'm pleased to report that the coffee and pie notes do not clash, but then it becomes all about the apple pie. If you tried the Apple Pie scent from the Trading Post's Great Pie Debate collection about a decade ago, this is that same apple pie scent that's more spiced apple pie filling than pie crust (I'm sadly not getting any crust on my skin). It is still delicious, though. I think I have less than half a bottle of Apple Pie left, so I'm debating upgrading this before it goes away so it can fill that void when it runs out. I also love wearing my BPAL pie scents during the week of Thanksgiving, so this would be great for that purpose.
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My Lolo used to make these every Sunday. A swirl of nostalgia: cold, creamy coffee ice cream melting into a fizz of root beer, turning effervescent bubbles into caramelized satin.
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Who would have thought that coffee and root beer would make such a great combo? Sometimes, I get more fizzy root beer in one sniff, and more creamy coffee in the next, but both notes are there, swirling together so well in a way I didn't know was possible, and with great throw. I'm going to need to give this a full-day slather before the Yules come down to see if I need more than my decant -- but at the moment, I think it's a strong possibility.
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The perfume of French Quarter mornings: rich chicory coffee, earthy and bittersweet, drifting through the powdered-sugar clouds of warm beignets dusted to luminosity.
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Full disclosure: I have never had chicory coffee and have no idea what it smells like. However, I had to get a decant of this because of the beignet note. Yes, I love beignets, but I also love Pralines and Powdered Sugar's beignet note and regret destashing my back-up bottle (never doing that again -- back-ups are bought for a reason!). Well, this doesn't smell like the beignet dust from Pralines and Powdered Sugar at all, BUT it is still made of win. Oddly enough, what I mainly get from this is a toasted sugar and animal cracker sort of scent. I got that from my initial test (which also had some spice to it) and my full-day slather of the scent (which I didn't get any cinnamon from and was all about a toasted sugar and Barnum's animal crackers). I could not resist swooning whenever I got a whiff of this. It has great throw on me and kept making me hungry because it smells so delicious. The coffee itself is pretty light, though -- so those going into this mainly for the chicory coffee note may end up being disappointed that it's not the main player. But as for me? I'm going to need a bottle.
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A chewy delight made from a blend of rice flour and purple yam, fried in lavender-infused oil and dusted with granulated sugar.
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On me, this goes from lavender and something honeydew-esque to a coconut-y type of ube scent. I'm glad there's no strong fried oil note in this, but the melon-like note caught me off guard, and I wish the ube were more buttery and gourmand and not just a coconut-y ube. I really wanted to like this one, because I love lavender and have been trying all of the ube scents hoping to find one to bottle. But I actually prefer Ube Pumpkin Cheesecake to this (even though that one is way more cheesecake than ube).
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This one’s a holiday scent for all the Archive of Our Own regulars, proud teratophiliacs, and slashfic aficionados: those brave, unblushing souls who know exactly what tags they’re filtering for and aren’t afraid of a little (or a lot of) morally-ambiguous monster romance. A filthy-sweet gourmand gone feral: scorched caramel and dark cocoa nibs tangled with warm, skin-slick musk, a crack of black leather, a swirl of brandy, and the faint metallic scrape of chains dragged across a bedroom floor.
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The worst crime against man’s life was committed by the person who first put gold on his fingers, though it is not recorded who did this, for I deem the whole story of Prometheus mythical, although antiquity assigned to him also an iron ring, and intended this to be understood as a fetter, not an ornament. – Pliny the Elder Molten amber, gilded tobacco flower, and Mysore sandalwood.
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Hungry Ghost Moon: Pineapple and Red Hot Honey
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
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A festival of frights. A jolly, hulking golem dressed in a gloriously tacky sweater: honey-dipped amber and pocket-warmed gelt, a basket of pumpkin rugelach, a smushed sufganiyah, and a touch of latke grease.
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Beams of citrus, apricot, raspberry musk, and neroli herald daybreak, illuminating ambergris and myrrh shadows. Felix Edouard Vallotton
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The scent of jubilant freedom, endurance, and justice: juniper berry, oakmoss, ti leaf, terebinth, lemon peel, neroli, white amber, black cherry, pink pepper, and orange brandy. John A. Woodside
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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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“O father, my father, and saw you not plain, The Erl-King’s pale daughter glide past thro’ the rain?” — “O yes, my loved treasure, I knew it full soon; It was the grey willow that danced to the moon.” Moonlit mist clinging to skin the color of ghost lilies, pearlescent and cold. A spectral musk possessing the sheen of river water at night.
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A fragrance of celestial revelry: the galaxy whirling in ecstatic fragments of light, joy caught mid-orbit. An effervescent constellation of scent: dazzling points of neroli and sugared lemon flashing like meteors. Electric ozone and crystalline lavender swirl in radiant arcs, luminous as a comet’s tail, with golden heliotrope and night-blooming jasmine stardust. Henri-Edmond Cross