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A bitterly cold, bone-white chypre; austere polar musk, vegan ambergris, and white tea combine to make a genteel, frigid perfume as bright and sharp as the first crack of glacial ice.
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A fatal temptation: vanilla bean paste, allspice, ground almond accord, cinnamon sugar, golden caster sugar, and a dusting of icing sugar.
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A bloodless scent stitched together like delicate antique lace, with a hint of powdered violet, plum brandy, and gleaming aldehydes.
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A whiff of seasonal dread, candied and cursed; the perfect gourmand perfume for holiday melancholics. A dense, boozy thud of brandied plum, candied citrus peel, dried cherries, sherry, blackened clove and nutmeg, ambered dust, moth-eaten burgundy velvet curtains, and a tiny plume of smoke from recently-spent matchsticks.
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Wishing you and your cocks a happy new year. Red peppercorns and gingersnaps.
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A fussy, irritable, irascible dragon with a taste for drama, velvet throw pillows, cryptic social media posts, ink-smeared burn books, biting commentary, and vintage clothing with a past. Its scales are the color of dried blood, old bruises, clove-spiked pomegranate, aged patchouli, and vermouth.
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Also known as the Dead Head Dragon, this is a guardian of rot, rust, and revelation, feeding on spiritual decay and quietly hoarding the sordid secrets of the powerful. Scales of deep purplish rust-red: black fig, patchouli-steeped purple clove, black tea, blackcurrant, red musk, and oud.
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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 dribble of Dorian and a squiggle of Snake Oil, delicately stirred with a moss-crusted muddy shovel.
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A cozy floof of sugared coconut. Sei Koyanagui
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There is a recurrent spot where the pattern lolls like a broken neck and two bulbous eyes stare at you upside-down. I get positively angry with the impertinence of it and the everlastingness. Up and down and sideways they crawl, and those absurd, unblinking eyes are everywhere. There is one place where two breadths didn’t match, and the eyes go all up and down the line, one a little higher than the other. Indolic jasmine glaring through a haze of tobacco yellow and stained lace.
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Every leaf tells a story.
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Hot, sultry beeswax and blushing pink apple.
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Coyote Moon is mostly about the amber fur on me, which reads as an amber-infused brown musk to my nose. I get touches of the desert notes in the background, with the sage notes being the most prominent among them, and a hint of the pepper. However, none of these notes can ever compete with the amber fur, and that's mostly what I'm left with by the end of the day. I layered the duets I grabbed decants of with the moon, and these were the results on my skin: Layered with Cacao Dust and Ashes -- This amps up the cacao dust in the duet, smooths over the ash, and makes the moon gourmand-adjacent. Layered with Palo Santo and White Amber -- I get lots of cool palo santo and white amber throughout wear, hovering above the amber fur of the lunacy scent. Layered with Vanilla Incense and Roasted Tonka Bean -- The vanilla incense and tonka combine with the amber fur in a way that remind me of the Lab's hay note. This was my favorite of the layering experiments. I enjoy this scent, but it is the desert elements I enjoy most about it, and I wish that they got to shine more on my skin. Still, I need more desert-y scents in my collection, and I do like layering this with its duets, so I'll spend more time with it and see if I need more before it goes away.
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Coyote Moon: Vanilla Incense and Roasted Tonka Bean
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
Vanilla Incense and Roasted Tonka Bean. -
Coyote Moon: Vanilla Incense and Roasted Tonka Bean
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
I like this one! There's no champaca incense or any strong headshop-y incense to this, nor is it particularly resinous. It's like a lightly smoked non-gourmand vanilla and warm tonka that's somehow a bit brighter than one would expect when sniffing it. When layered with Coyote Moon, it sweetens up the lunacy scent and combines with the fur in a way that reminds me of the Lab's hay note. I need to spend more time with this to see if I need more than my decant, but in any case, the decant is definitely a keeper! (And if you have both scents, definitely try layering them!) -
Mandarin A strawberry stain on scarlet silk: strawberry nectar and translucent lychee folded into rock sugar and creamy sandalwood.
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French A sweet whisper against the throat: raspberry coulis and cassis steeped in powdered sugar and rose syrup, melting into benzoin, tonka bean, and a soft blush of white musk.
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You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. – Maya Angelou Under a terrible moon, tides still answer the pull. Roots still find water. Breath still moves from body to body, unseen and unstoppable. To keep breathing together is to refuse erasure and deny despair. Authoritarianism thrives on isolation and fascism feeds on hopelessness. We are living through a terrible moon, indeed, but we are not alone. You are not alone. Every breath you take is an act of defiance. Every hand you reach for refutes the lie that you stand by yourself. We will get through this together. A protective, communal scent to call one another closer and stand united against the darkness. A scent to remind us that even now, especially now, we rise. Smoldering beeswax illuminated by honeyed amber, an embrace of skin musk, body-warmed wool, cacao-dusted sandalwood, and cardamom milk.
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White Lilac and Moss.
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Macabre domesticity; a little warmth for a long eternity. A tender absurdity of frozen grins reflecting in the sooty iron of a merrily-aflame stove. Banked coals of labdanum pulse with amber flame, while a dusting of clove, coal ash, and brittle vanilla scuffs the hem of dusty patchouli linen. James Ensor
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Workman Displaying His Sexual Prowess and Gigantic Size of His Member in a Variety of Situations
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Lupercalia
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Dark, dewy patchouli leaves gathered under the moon’s silvery gaze, their earthy aroma rooted deep with forest shadows and resinous moss.
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“If I were chust your doggie. I know vot I vould do, Effry place vot you vould go I vould be going, too!” A warm slab of Kirschenmichel served with a cup of blue chamomile tea.