Dark Alice
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Apple, musky white honey which smells like beeswax on my skin and something fresh! I love this. I need a bottle...stat!
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Sadly this smells like, generic shampoo on me. I think with aging the ambergis will come out. I need to hunt down a partial to test this theory...but other than that...pass.
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Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
The woods around it have it – it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.
And lonely as it is, that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less –
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
WIth no expression, nothing to express.
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars – on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
– Robert Frost
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow: white sandalwood, dry vanilla, white tea leaf, and orris.
Gorgeous white tea leaf! I love it the snow note plays gently in with the vanilla and orris. I hope this will age well....cause I am digging it -
Perhaps some day, who knows?
But not today; it froze, and blows and snows,
And you’re too curious: fie!
You want to hear it? well:
Only, my secret’s mine, and I won’t tell.
Or, after all, perhaps there’s none:
Suppose there is no secret after all,
But only just my fun.
Today’s a nipping day, a biting day;
In which one wants a shawl,
A veil, a cloak, and other wraps:
I cannot ope to everyone who taps,
And let the draughts come whistling thro’ my hall;
Come bounding and surrounding me,
Come buffeting, astounding me,
Nipping and clipping thro’ my wraps and all.
I wear my mask for warmth: who ever shows
His nose to Russian snows
To be pecked at by every wind that blows?
You would not peck? I thank you for good will,
Believe, but leave the truth untested still.
Spring’s an expansive time: yet I don’t trust
March with its peck of dust,
Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers,
Nor even May, whose flowers
One frost may wither thro’ the sunless hours.
Perhaps some languid summer day,
When drowsy birds sing less and less,
And golden fruit is ripening to excess,
If there’s not too much sun nor too much cloud,
And the warm wind is neither still nor loud,
Perhaps my secret I may say,
Or you may guess.
– Christina Rossetti
Sweet labdanum, white myrrh, and bourbon vanilla.
Clean, light, with a slightly green note. This needs to age for the vanilla to come out. I can't wait to see how it ages.
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It sifts from Leaden Sieves –
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road –
It makes an even Face
Of Mountain, and of Plain –
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again –
It reaches to the Fence –
It wraps it Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in Fleeces –
It deals Celestial Vail
To Stump, and Stack – and Stem –
A Summer’s empty Room –
Acres of Joints, where Harvests were,
Recordless, but for them –
It Ruffles Wrists of Posts
As Ankles of a Queen –
Then stills it’s Artisans – like Ghosts –
Denying they have been –
White frankincense, pale dry patchouli, white sandalwood, and a tuft of coconut-white snow.
This is lovely. Soft frankincense, wood, with the barest hint of patchouli...it definitely makes this dry. The snow is not prevalent at all...it's it's just snow...with barest hint of coconut. I hope this will age well. -
Leda: I had such high hopes for you. But...the golden and red musks are clashing instead of blending on my skin. I smell each one individually and they are being bitch slapped by the sandalwood turning them into dry old red and gold hags fighting each other over the last bag of bread on Senior's day at the grocery mart. *Sigh* Off to a new home for you.
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Wet: Smells like cheap, fake coconut cake. Dry, Sweeter fresh coconut. PASSING SO HARD ON THIS. But I am glad I got to try it.
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Thorvald Niss
Black kelp and opoponax, silt, and dark things dredged up from the depths of a seabed.Tried at NYCC: This is a dead ringer for one of the Irish Bard scents Cucuthulian fights with the sea. *I may have this wrong* on my skin. It has a lighter sea note, but it is a watery ghost rising from the sea. Since I have something that is too similar in nature, I am going to pass on this one. I may find a partial though.
Review created. Thank you!
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Tested: NYCC wet: Dead LEaves and blackberries. Dry: Dead leaves and bitter blackberry on my skin. *sigh* Blackberry is just not my friend.
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Tested at NYCC: Wet: straight up sugar with pumpkin. Not pumpkin spice, pumpkin. On the skin...burnt pumpkin sugar. So glad I tested it. So glad I don't like it.
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Wet: Every note is here and it is glorious. Dry: Grape bubblegum. I was sad. B/c this was going to be an instabuy, thankfully I got to try it at NYCC.
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This is my favorite of the leaves so far! It has the lightest brown leather note, not headache inducing at all! The Dead leaves blends sublimely with bourbon vanilla and the clove actually takes front from wet to dry. IT morphs in strength throughout the day, but it is always there. 10/10
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I wore this yesterday. Wet: Dead Leaves and Sugared Cardamom. As the day goes on, the cardamom stays true just less sweet, and rounds out the Dead Leaves beautifully. Definitely going to keep this bottle.
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Yipe!
in Halloweenie
This smells like cherry cream with blackberries. On my skin...the cherry amps and the berries go bitter. *sigh* Off to the swaps with you.
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I took a chance on this one and I am so glad that I did. The frosting blends so well with the paper note that it is cozy. Such a pleasant surprise. I thought this would be super sweet and it's not. I may or may not need a back up of this from NYCC.
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This smells like a pack of skittles. Cherry, lemon, grape, lime, orange. On me, smells the same. Fruity, sugary rush! Too bad it gives me a headache. I am so glad my decant found a new home.
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A scent for my bed-headed September 2nd Virgos: lavender for Lilith and amber for Brian.
Wet: The lavender that Lilith Loves so much is prominent and I love it too. Dry: Lavender and commercial amber. I don't know if I like this one as much as I like the serpentine. Still on the fence about selling it. *sigh*
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Of all the scents that spoke to me, this was it. Not only were the notes gorgeous, but the image of Puddin and Lilith reminded me of my own dad and I when we would sit on the bench and watch the clouds go by. That comfortable loving silence is something I truly miss and I was grateful to be able to obtain a scent to remind me of that.
Wet: Dorian, daemondrops and lavender. It smells like Lilith Victoria without the Snake Oil to balance it out. Dry...same. Aged Dorian is wonderful on me. Fresh tends to run sour on my skin.
Final Dry down: The soft Vanilla helps this scent immensely. Sadly, this will need aging before it becomes gorgeous on me. But it's definitely worth the wait and I am glad that I bought the bottle.
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Light, sweet, whipped french vanilla. I have had this before in a very expensive French dessert with a custard undertone. This satisfies my sweet tooth for any and all sweet vanilla foods for the day. Get thee some while ye still can!!!!
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This is just beautiful. The patchouli started off rough but, it has dried down to the most beautiful, ambrette, patchouli, orris scent. This is a must have.
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Dark myrrh, teakwood, olive blossom, a scattering of crushed asphodel petals, and a drop of green cognac.
This is such a clean, woody scent. The olive blossom, asphodel, and cognac are the front winners while it's wet. As it dries, the teak wood starts to peek out to say hello, but only subtly. This would smell amazing on my husband. Such a lovely, subtle manly scent.
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This is gorgeous. The frankincense is indeed close to the skin. And the rose is so subtle. This is a wonderful skin scent. A bottle may indeed need to come home with me.
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How dark, rooty patchouli with honey translates to sex with a Vegas lounge singer from 1973 with CHEAP AXE COLOGNE on my skinI will never know. But it does. I am sad. This has got to go.
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I am sad about this one. I smell like Spicy pencil shavings. UGH.
Off to the sales pile with you.
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This was all paper, brown leather, vanilla with a hint of dark chocolate cocoa. I Love it!!
And it came with the little prince.