doomsday_disco
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“Oh, I’m burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? Why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. Open the window again wide: fasten it open!” An incandescent amber storm. Strata of glowing ambers piled deep and restless, molten and honeyed, threaded with dark, resinous veins that pulse like blood under skin. Free, wild, elemental: the storm at her heart, beating against the glass until it shatters. Formulated to be layered with HEATHCLIFF, or worn as a standalone scent.
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Finnish A playful, tidy, sweet bruise: chilled blueberry cardamom cream.
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Record of Women’s Treasures of the Way of Elegance Day and Night
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Lupercalia
Peru balsam, champa absolute, sugared patchouli, toasted cardamom, black pepper, labdanum, and coffee bean. -
Folk horror, but make it breakfast cereal: dehydrated pumpkin marshmallows and blackened cocoa corn puffs in sugared milk.
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Honey Marshmallow.
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Caramel cream, golden oud, sweet amber, praline milk, hazelnut, and cacao.
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Beeswax, wildflower honey, copal resin, vanilla bean, balsam, and frankincense.
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Strawberry Moon: Wild Strawberries and Inky Musk
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
Wild Strawberries and Inky Musk. -
“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.
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A talisman of pleasure carved from the stone of the heart. Blushing rose cognac, sugared pink grapefruit, iced strawberries, and creamy sandalwood warmed by skin musk, vanilla bourbon, and glowing pink amber.
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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
Vanilla-soaked sandalwood, apricot mash, brandy, and white ginger. -
In Tristan und Isolde, the music itself mirrors a yearning that cannot find solace within the confines of flesh, a longing that cannot be satisfied within the constraints of mortal love. “O sink hernieder, Nacht der Liebe,” they implore, calling down the night as sanctuary and sacrament, and in the final transfiguration, “In des Welt-Atems wehendem All,” they yield themselves to the vast eternity of the cosmos. The Liebestod unfolds as love’s consummation through annihilation. They lift the cup and the world alters its course, not by whim but by the immutable heartbeat of destiny dancing through their veins like quicksilver, dissolving the boundaries of crown and oath, eroding the rigid architecture of law until only longing remains. The potion works as mercurial catalyst, sacred and profane entwined so completely that no mortal decree can separate them, and their love is swept into an inexorable tide that pulls them beyond honor, beyond fealty, beyond the sunlit world. Here the Lovers are fate-struck, their devotion defying and shattering the visible order while revealing a deeper one beneath it, for in their undoing lies transformation, and in their surrender the eternal marriage of longing and oblivion. Then, being with the Queen for the last time, he held her in his arms and said: “Friend, I must fly, for they are wondering. I must fly, and perhaps shall never see you more. My death is near, and far from you my death will come of desire.” “Oh friend,” she said, “fold your arms round me close and strain me so that our hearts may break and our souls go free at last. Take me to that happy place of which you told me long ago. The fields whence none return, but where great singers sing their songs for ever. Take me now.” “I will take you to the Happy Palace of the living, Queen! The time is near. We have drunk all joy and sorrow. The time is near. When it is finished, if I call you, will you come, my friend?” “Friend,” said she, “call me and you know that I shall come.” “Friend,” said he, “God send you His reward.” As he went out the spies would have held him; but he laughed aloud, and flourished his club, and cried: “Peace, gentlemen, I go and will not stay. My lady sends me to prepare that shining house I vowed her, of crystal, and of rose shot through with morning.” And as they cursed and drave him, the fool went leaping on his way. – The Romance of Tristan & Iseult Drawn from the best French Sources and Retold by J. Bédier Rendered into English by Hilaire Belloc Dark wine spilled on oak, pine boughs and love philtres, rose petals and sea-salt, storm-wind over cold stone battlements, myrrh smoke braided with heart-pulses of red musk awash in tears, tinkling fairy bells and the bitter sweetness of forbidden fruit steeped in a silver chalice.
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Bittersweet cacao drifting through the aromatic warmth of freshly brewed black tea.
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Winners only beyond this point! Blue hydrangea, airy white musk, and pink jasmine buds.
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Rarely glimpsed except in reflections or the flicker of fading film, the Bastard-Amber Dragon drifts through time like a fever dream of Old Hollywood. Born of illusion and artifice, it casts everything in its path in a honeyed glow. Its scales shimmer like tawny celluloid: aldehyde klieg lights illuminate golden resins, husky with toasted brown sugar.
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Italian The slow warmth of a lover’s lingering bite: candied fig syrup melting through mascarpone, cacao, and smoky vanilla.
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Apricot, cream musk, bourbon vanilla, and golden bergamot.
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White sandalwood and amber incense with lemon peel, lemon balm, golden grapefruit, and neroli.
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Beaver Moon: Green Tea & Cookie Dough
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
When I first tested this, I couldn't smell the green tea at all. I get a very strong almond note from this that's giving me cherry almond vibes. I haven't tried it in a while, but I think it's kind of reminiscent of the cherry/almond cookie scent I got from Lilith the Explorer. Some days later, I tried it layered with its moon, and I could smell the green tea in the layering combo. And now that the scent has had plenty of time to settle, I get both the intense almond-y cookie dough note and the green tea, with more of almondy dough than tea. Maybe this is supposed to be like sugar cookie dough, but the baker's hand slipped and they added way more almond extract than they had intended. I was really hoping that this would feature the cookie dough note from Pandemic Vanitas. I don't dislike it and will probably keep my bottle, but it's not my favorite duet from the Beaver Moon 2025 collection. (That award goes to Lime Blossom & Amber Sugar.) -
Green Tea & Cookie Dough.
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When I grabbed a decant of With Care and With Joy, I had hoped that it would smell like the milk and honey note from Alice. Alas, it did not! But I think this one does! It has amazing throw and staying power, even lasting between a few hand washes before reapplication. I tested it against Alice by applying that further down my arm, and my bottle is super aged and more about the carnation, but I do believe they share the same milk and honey notes. It also reminds me of a milk and honey liquid soap -- maybe Softsoap? -- but I haven't smelled that in ages and cannot be sure. The combination of the two notes is heavenly -- no funkiness from the milk or the honey! I'm going to need a bottle.
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Milk and Honey.
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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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Plum-soaked black patchouli, indigo musk, poppy absolute, guava pulp, black tea, and tobacco.
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Honeyed Oud.