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Vanilla cream engulfed in dark, lush mosses, balsamic woods, and deep green incense tar. Karl Wilhelm Diefenbach
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A sturdy but soft lavender cotton twill, lightly flour- and sugar-dusted, with deep pockets full of kitchen mysteries.
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Sugared pear and wild violets with orris butter, coconut milk, white musk, and vanilla silk. “How romantic you are, Carmilla,” I said. “Whenever you tell me your story, it will be made up chiefly of some one great romance.” She kissed me silently. “I am sure, Carmilla, you have been in love; that there is, at this moment, an affair of the heart going on.” “I have been in love with no one, and never shall,” she whispered, “unless it should be with you.” How beautiful she looked in the moonlight! Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled. Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. “Darling, darling,” she murmured, “I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so.”
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Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole; Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, And seal the cacao-dusted Casket of my Soul. A soporific dessert: Hidcote lavender, golden hops, and vanilla bean dusted with cacao.
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I think this is the first time that the variety of lavender in TKO has been mentioned in a description! Anyways, this was an instant bottle for me, since I adore TKO and love lavender and chocolate together just as much as I adore lavender and vanilla. I am here to report that there is NO CACAO SLUDGE in my bottle (which is a little sad for me, but those who were hoping for no sludge can rejoice about there not being any globules of cacao absolute in this scent). I've slathered this one on before bed twice, and I swear it's like a TKO even more amped up on sugar than chocolate. Like, the chocolate is there, but it really is just a dusting of cacao on me... so this isn't even as chocolate-y as Wulric, the Wolfman or Lavender Brownie. I'm not sure if that is just my skin amping up the non-chocolate components of the scent or not, but in any case, it is still a lovely TKO confection and I recommend it to someone that would love an ever sweeter TKO.
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This smells exactly like the listed notes. The root beer barrels and chalky, wintergreen-y candy cigarettes cozy right up to each other and are pretty evenly balanced for the first few hours of wear, but the candy cigarettes do overtake it after a while, making it a chalky, minty scent with the ghost of root beer barrels, before eventually settling down to a cheap vanilla (which makes sense for the root beer barrels) with a hint of candy cigarette by the end of the day. It has been decades since I've had a candy cigarette, and I couldn't remember if they were just chalky and sweet or if they had a flavor to them, but as soon as I smelled this, I was like, yep, those are candy cigarettes! And the wintergreen from those goes well with the root beer barrels. I do think Stimulating Sassafras Strengthener is even more root beer barrel-y than this, so if someone tries this for the root beer candy and doesn't want the candy cigarette component, try that one if you haven't already. Although I wish the root beer barrels lasted as long as the candy cigarettes did on me, I appreciate the scent and the nostalgia it evokes.
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Ink-dark skies ripple with stardust and prophecy, and the air hums with the scent of revolution: smoked myrrh and velvet incense glittering with ti leaf and Italian bergamot.
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Gliding through the velvet hush of midnight, she moves — barefoot on cool stone, wrapped in a whisper of clove-scented silk. A flicker of candlelight catches the curve of her throat, the glint in her half-lidded eyes. Dark florals, bruised and beckoning — black orchid, scarlet poppy, and moonlit tuberose — whisper their secrets against the heat of her skin. A breath of smoked vanilla curls like an incantation, weaving through ribbons of amber resin and spiced honey. Beneath it all, the slow, insistent pull of patchouli and oud, ancient and aching. This is the art of longing, the alchemy of desire.
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How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city. Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret? Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache. It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands. Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst. A heart made sweet with hunger and thirst: honeyed red musk, red fig, sugared tuberose, and piercing neroli.
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You Are Mine, You Shall Be Mine, You and I Are One for Ever
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The consuming intensity of a passion that claims body and soul, blurring the boundaries between longing and obsession, lust and loathing. Ylang ylang and clove evoke the heat of skin against skin, bruised by bittersweet blackcurrant honey kisses. Sometimes after an hour of apathy, my strange and beautiful companion would take my hand and hold it with a fond pressure, renewed again and again; blushing softly, gazing in my face with languid and burning eyes, and breathing so fast that her dress rose and fell with the tumultuous respiration. It was like the ardor of a lover; it embarrassed me; it was hateful and yet over-powering; and with gloating eyes she drew me to her, and her hot lips traveled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, “You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one for ever.” -
All-consuming, relentless desire – deceptively luscious, murderously brooding, and blindingly sensual: blood musk, black cherry, crimson amber, 21-year aged patchouli, golden saffron, jasmine sambac, and black rose. The vampire is prone to be fascinated with an engrossing vehemence, resembling the passion of love, by particular persons. In pursuit of these it will exercise inexhaustible patience and stratagem, for access to a particular object may be obstructed in a hundred ways. It will never desist until it has satiated its passion, and drained the very life of its coveted victim. But it will, in these cases, husband and protract its murderous enjoyment with the refinement of an epicure, and heighten it by the gradual approaches of an artful courtship. In these cases it seems to yearn for something like sympathy and consent. In ordinary ones it goes direct to its object, overpowers with violence, and strangles and exhausts often at a single feast.
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Jasmine Absolute and Champaca Petals.
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Golden hay, vanilla bean, toasted amber, hazelnuts, white carnation petals, and cream. Artist - Shibata Zeshin
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The mists that slept on the river’s brim. Went up like the wings of the cherubim. The water-lilies so cold and fair Were tangled with tresses of bright brown hair. The osiers bent with a quiet grace over a form with a still, white face. The river flow’d with a desolate moan, And dead leaves fell on the cold grey stone. – Sarah T. Bolton A mist-shrouded river, laden with sorrow: water lilies, wild plum, carrot seed, jasmine petals, and yellow bergamot pouring over moss-covered stones.
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Osmanthus and Sweet Frankincense.
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Sugar-dusted and overflowing with Luxardo maraschino cherries and a hint of blackberry.
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Black Pine and Incense Smoke.
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Violet and Vanilla Chiffon.
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A paean to ancient malevolence and the unseen forces that grasp and scratch at the living like gnarled roots clawing through blood-stained soil in midnight forests: patchouli, mandrake root, black pepper, and fossilized amber. “How came the village to be deserted?” asked the General. “It was troubled by revenants, sir; several were tracked to their graves, there detected by the usual tests, and extinguished in the usual way, by decapitation, by the stake, and by burning; but not until many of the villagers were killed. “But after all these proceedings according to law,” he continued — “so many graves opened, and so many vampires deprived of their horrible animation — the village was not relieved. But a Moravian nobleman, who happened to be traveling this way, heard how matters were, and being skilled—as many people are in his country—in such affairs, he offered to deliver the village from its tormentor. He did so thus: There being a bright moon that night, he ascended, shortly after sunset, the towers of the chapel here, from whence he could distinctly see the churchyard beneath him; you can see it from that window. From this point he watched until he saw the vampire come out of his grave, and place near it the linen clothes in which he had been folded, and then glide away towards the village to plague its inhabitants.
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A rictus grin of white sandalwood, toasted cedar, tonka bean, cacao, and palo santo. Hans Memling
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This one is a super dry woody scent on me, with the cedar and white sandalwood being the stars of the show throughout wear, and the palo santo being more cologne-y than I've experienced in other BPAL scents containing that note. There were flecks of cacao in my decant, but try as I may, I could not get them to integrate with the oil enough to be visible on my skin, so I didn't end up getting much cacao when I tested this. I really wish this were a little less dry and that I had experienced more sweetness from the tonka and cacao. Alas.
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Limoncello-soaked blueberries nestled between layers of golden crepe, topped with a splort of lavender whipped cream and sprinkled with tiny curls of lemon zest.
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It's about time my bitch ass finally sits down to review this. Blueberry Lavender Lemon Crepes is one of my favorite scents from this year's Lavender Kitchen collection. It smells like blueberry compote, but the blueberries still manage to have a sun-warmed feel to them, and the blueberry compote is swirled with lavender, brightened by limoncello, and stuffed into a crepe... which does smell golden and dusted with powdered sugar. I even ate a blueberry crepe today (sans limoncello and lavender, alas!) while sniffing myself to gear up for this review. For science. And I think it's a very accurate crepe scent -- moreso than Crêpe Aux Fraises, to my nose. By the end of the day, I mostly smell the blueberry and lemon, but the lavender in this lasts longer on me than it does in any of the other scents in this year's Lavender Kitchen. I'm happy I grabbed a bottle and am debating a back-up!
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Mineralic Amber.
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Pomegranate, Carnation, and Peonies.