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Goth music and goth culture are for everyone. The more, the scarier! But try telling that to the troll who’s appointed themselves as guardian of an entire subculture, which they alone seemingly understand every nuance of. So purely for fun, we asked Drew Rausch to visualize this archetype for us as an undead horror host called the GOTHIC GATEKEEPER, who smells like every record store dickhead demanding that you name three songs from the band whose shirt you’re wearing… but the goth version. Behold: pleather, incense, and a ton of vinyl.
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Wish we had eight arms – then we could get more sleeves! Tattoo ink afuzz with caramelized pumpkin pulp, bourbon, cranberry juice, sweet patchouli, and red peppercorns.
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Every leaf tells a story.
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You’re a grownup, no one can stop you from slurping up clouds of rooty foam from around a giant glump of pumpkin ice cream squished onto the rim of a frosted goblet.
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Strangled on Midsummer’s Eve
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in The Edward Gorey House
This is a very purple scent. Wisteria is the standout note on me, which was what I was hoping for, but sadly, the charred wood goes a little funky on me in the background. I don't think there's any actual violet or rose in this scent, or if those notes are present, they are not distinct on me. I've tested this several times, and I do get the tannic tea along with the wisteria and charred wood -- but during the first few tests, it was more of a background player, and during the last one, it was just as strong as the wisteria, and I swear it's one of those tea notes from the Lab with a slight anise-y quality to it (although that faded away after some time). The charred wood note going funky makes this scent one I wouldn't reach for, but if you enjoy wisteria and tannic tea notes, and can handle a bit of char, this might be up your alley. -
Peach Chai.
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Roasted pumpkin soaked in golden brandy, clove, nutmeg, and vanilla absolute.
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Blackberry and Wild Lilac.
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Often found napping in office cubicles and unrented studio apartments, this dragon is too apathetic to be evil and too bored to bother with goodness. She doesn’t hoard gold; she collects neutral-toned throw pillows, unread magazines, and Live Laugh Love-branded décor. Their scales are a rainbow of oatmeal, sandalwood, almond milk, tea-stained vanilla, and undyed wool in a muted eggshell finish.
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Dragon’s Blood and Red Wine.
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A tumultuous scent for tumultuous times: dragon’s blood resin, black clove, thunderous black musk, scorched 7-year aged patchouli, tabac absolute, and crushed pomegranate.
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The tiniest of dragons, these flirty, silly, and theatrical beasts build their nests in gilded opera boxes, toy stores, and above confectionaries and sweet shops. Their scales blaze like a handful of maraschino cherries and red currants bathed in fluorescent lighting, sparkling with sugar crystals and drizzled with vanilla liqueur.
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Looked at in one way each breadth stands alone, the bloated curves and flourishes—a kind of “debased Romanesque” with delirium tremens—go waddling up and down in isolated columns of fatuity. But, on the other hand, they connect diagonally, and the sprawling outlines run off in great slanting waves of optic horror, like a lot of wallowing seaweeds in full chase. The whole thing goes horizontally, too, at least it seems so, and I exhaust myself in trying to distinguish the order of its going in that direction. They have used a horizontal breadth for a frieze, and that adds wonderfully to the confusion. There is one end of the room where it is almost intact, and there, when the cross-lights fade and the low sun shines directly upon it, I can almost fancy radiation after all,—the interminable grotesques seem to form around a common centre and rush off in headlong plunges of equal distraction. Flowers in full chase, radiant and absurd, grotesquely endless: narcissus blooms lolling on broken stems, their buttery perfume swelling into a debased crescendo of honeyed heliotrope, toxic lily of the valley, almond blossom, and opium poppy.
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Black Butterfly Moon: Myrrh and Black Berries
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
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A scent inspired by the debris left over from frantic last-minute costuming sessions. Torn scraps of velvety black voodoo lily mingled with dried rose petals and a flash of red peppercorn.
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It is a big, airy room, the whole floor nearly, with windows that look all ways, and air and sunshine galore. It was nursery first and then playground and gymnasium, I should judge; for the windows are barred for little children, and there are rings and things in the walls. Radiant emptiness: a breezy citrus-touched aldehyde with a hint of sunny amber and dusty heliotrope, and the metallic tang of sun-warmed iron bars.
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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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I've worn this three times now. I tested it, didn't feel like I paid enough attention to it, slathered it, and felt like the lotion I wore that day overpowered it, and then tested it again, determined to finally give it the attention it deserves and write a review. Ube Pumpkin Cheesecake is a creamy cheesecake scent with a coconut-like sweetness from the ube note and some mild pumpkin spice, like there's just a drop of Pumpkin Spice Everything in this scent. It gets more creamy and vanilla-like over time on me, but sadly, I don't really get the graham cracker crust on my skin. It still smells really good, though -- my only complaint is that it has low throw on me, and I have to hold my arm up to my nose in order to smell it. But of the ube offerings I've tried thus far from the Lab (Pumpkin Spice Halo Halo, Ube Suf, and this), this is the one I've enjoyed the most, and I'm really glad that the pumpkin didn't overpower the ube.
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There are a lot of wax makers who add zucchini bread fragrance oils to their various bakery-scented waxes, and this blows those scents out of the water. The zucchini bread is more prominent than the pumpkin on me, sufficiently zucchini-y and more bread-y than an actual loaf of zucchini bread, but the pumpkin is there, adding a bit of sweetness, warmth, and some non-overwhelming spice. I don't love it as much as last year's Pumpkin Maple Nut Bread Atmo, and I suspect I'd like Halloween Hagelslag more than this once I get my decant (based off of my own scent preferences), but if you're a fan of zucchini bread and want to smell like it, you should give this one a try.
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This may be like... a pumpkin 'single note' featuring the slightly vegetal, yet sweet, and not overly spiced pumpkin note found in scents like Moroccan Pumpkin Patch (NOT Moroccan Pumpkin), Dorian in the Pumpkin Patch, and Mouse's Long and Sad Pumpkin. I'm not really getting the booze from it, nor the vanilla. It's not a scent I could really see myself reaching for on its own, but I do want to try layering it with Morocco to see if I can get something similar to 2013's Moroccan Pumpkin Patch. If you're looking for a pumpkin scent that isn't heavily spiced, I recommend giving this one a try.
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Sanguine jelly packed with bloody red holographic glitter.
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The Lovebirds wanted to be spooky this year, and we didn’t have the heart to tell them that no one will be fooled. A frothy strawberry malted with papaya juice and black cherries, topped with marshmallow cream.
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Miel Et Ambre (golden honey and golden amber).
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The crescendo of a phantom’s caress: golden frankincense and cardamom smothered by honeyed kisses of labdanum, red rose, merlot, black oud, and myrrh. After all these dreams there remained on waking a remembrance of having been in a place very nearly dark, and of having spoken to people whom I could not see; and especially of one clear voice, of a female’s, very deep, that spoke as if at a distance, slowly, and producing always the same sensation of indescribable solemnity and fear. Sometimes there came a sensation as if a hand was drawn softly along my cheek and neck. Sometimes it was as if warm lips kissed me, and longer and longer and more lovingly as they reached my throat, but there the caress fixed itself. My heart beat faster, my breathing rose and fell rapidly and full drawn; a sobbing, that rose into a sense of strangulation, supervened, and turned into a dreadful convulsion, in which my senses left me and I became unconscious.
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Prototype of an unreleased scent for a media tie-in. A perfume for shapeshifters, charmers, and agents of chaos and transformations. Green-gilded leather, patchouli leaf, golden bergamot, agarwood, fiery clove, ti leaf, and amber.