Jenjin
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A calming, affirming fragrance to help motivate Santa through the daunting tasks which await him year after year: Sugar plum lavender marshmallows.
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This perfume is a traditional Roman Catholic sacramental incense, most often used during a Solemn Mass. Traditionally, five tears of this incense, each encased individually in wax that has been fashioned into the shape of a nail, are inserted into the paschal candle. This is, of course, represents the Five Wounds of Our Risen Savior. Symbolically, the burning of the incense signifies spiritual fervor, the fragrance itself inspires virtue, and the rising smoke carries our prayers to God. I will wash my hands among the innocent; and will compass thy altar, O Lord: That I may hear the voice of thy praise: and tell of all thy wondrous works. I have loved, O Lord, the beauty of thy house; and the place where thy glory dwelleth. Take not away my soul, O God, with the wicked: nor my life with bloody men: In whose hands are iniquities: their right hand is filled with gifts. But as for me, I have walked in my innocence: redeem me, and have mercy on me. My foot hath stood in the direct way: in the churches I will bless thee, O Lord. In Roman Catholic tradition, the Christmas season begins liturgically on Christmas Eve, though it is forbidden to celebrate the Christmas Mass before midnight. The most devout attend Midnight Mass, celebrating both the Eucharist and the drama of the Nativity. Credo in unum Deum, Patrem omnipotentem, factorem caeli et terrae, visibilium omnium et invisibilium. Et in unum Dominum Iesum Christum, Filium Dei unigenitum, et ex Patre natum ante omnia saecula. Deum de Deo, Lumen de Lumine, Deum verum de Deo vero, genitum non factum, consubstantialem Patri; per quem omnia facta sunt. Qui propter nos homines et propter nostram salutem descendit de caelis. Et incarnatus est de Spiritu Sancto ex Maria Virgine, et homo factus est. Crucifixus etiam pro nobis sub Pontio Pilato, passus et sepultus est, et resurrexit tertia die, secundum Scripturas, et ascendit in caelum, sedet ad dexteram Patris. Et iterum venturus est cum gloria, iudicare vivos et mortuos, cuius regni non erit finis. Et in Spiritum Sanctum, Dominum et vivificantem, qui ex Patre procedit. Qui cum Patre et Filio simul adoratur et conglorificatur: qui locutus est per prophetas. Et unam, sanctam, catholicam et apostolicam Ecclesiam. Confiteor unum baptisma in remissionem peccatorum. Et expecto resurrectionem mortuorum, et vitam venturi saeculi. Amen.
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Mary Hiester Reid A riot of late-summer color: hollyhocks, anemone, rose mallow, dahlias, toad lilies, agapanthus, cock’s comb, and helenium in a rolling bed of sweet grasses and hearty mosses.
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Smokin Weed and Eatin Fruitcake.
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A sugar-crusted vanilla peppermint stick!
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A chilly, bright perfume: flurries of virgin snow, crisp winter wind and the faintest breath of night-blooming flowers.
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In dramatic contrast to the soft innocence of Snow White and the dew-kissed freshness of her sister, Rose Red, this is a blood red, voluptuous rose, velvet-petaled, at the height of bloom. Haughty and imperious, vain, yet incomparably lovely to the eye, but thick with thorns of jealousy, pride and hatred.
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The perfected winter rose, dew covered and freshly cut.
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A very special Yuletide sponsorship scent, dressed up for a scandalous night on the town: Red velvet fruitcake with buttercream and a splash of cologne.
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Welsh cakes and ale with a smattering of dried lavender. An echo of the rites of Rhiannon, the Great Queen and Mother of Horses, the Mari Lwyd is a Midwinter tradition in Wales. The beribboned Grey Mare travels door to door with her entourage, seeking permission to wassail and initiate a contest of wit: the pwnco, a battle of improvised verses filled with good-natured ridicule set to song. If the Mari party were victorious, they were invited into the home to partake of ale and cakes and provide entertainment for the family.
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A hearty, humor-balancing, cheer-inducing cake crafted with spelt, nutmeg, clove, and a dollop of honey. Nutmeg (Nux muscata) has great heat and good moderation in its powers. If a person eats a nutmeg, it will open up his heart, make his judgment free from obstruction, and give him a good disposition. Take some nutmeg and an equal weight of cinnamon and a bit of cloves, and pulverize them. Then make small cakes with this and fine whole wheat flour and water. Eat them often. It will calm all bitterness of the heart and mind, open your heart and impaired senses, and make your mind cheerful. It purifies your senses and diminishes all harmful humors in you. It gives good liquid to your blood, and makes you strong. The best grain is spelt (spelta). It is hot, rich, and powerful. It is milder than other grains. Eating it rectifies the flesh and provides proper blood. It also creates a happy mind and puts joy in the human disposition. – Hildegard von Bingen’s Physica, translated by Priscilla Throop
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Shaggy fur, snow-flecked and rose-touched.
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Perfectly crusty and yeasty with a pillowy-soft interior, sprinkled with lavender sea salt and brushed with herbed olive oil.
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The Lab isn’t open to the public, but you can smell it from the street: hundreds of tiny wooden bottles of Snake Oil, marked with wee paper labels and packed off in tiny cardboard boxes.
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A sun-faded plasticky shell of lemony gold, frankincense, and myrrh, illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.
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Something to hold and play with during the solitude imposed by winter: cool porcelain cheeks glowing with a blush of spun sugar, lacy carnation frills delicately strung with pearlescent snowberries, and the faintest dusting of chimney soot.
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I'm strangely getting cherry here, it must be the way everything's blending together in a tart, mouthwatering pink way. It's super yummy, creamy and dries down to a sweetened wood scent. I love this one! it's the winner from the shungas this year on my skin to nose.
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You can thank Shakespeare for the poem. The word 'poop' here refers to the part of a ship, not the contemporary meaning. "Taken from the Latin word “puppis” and the French term “la poupe,” the term references the aft or back end of a sailing ship. The captain and sailors used the poop deck for a specific purpose in its time.
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Dark, rooty, sweet patchouli swirled with honey. The talisman that Owl Moon is inspired by is bewitching. A crescent moon, filled with new promise and completion entwined with the majestic night owl. I'm not going to go into the breathtaking Bloodmilk presentation of these bottles, except to say they are impeccable, amazingly branded and absolute art pieces. The melding of the BPAL Three Swords with the Bloodmilk Planchette is brilliant and powerful. I am completely blown away by this collaboration. Earthy and rich, just after applying I feel like a mystic goddess plodding through a soft, evergreen forest of moonlight and furry night creatures. Wet, I can detect the sticky honey mixing with the patch. Sending wafts of exotic, opulent musk around me, it clears the mind while allowing a transformation of pure lust and dark dances. This may be the sexiest Beth creation EVER! I want to POUNCE~ After wearing for 30 minutes, the honey note settles into the patchouli in a seductive way. Owl Moon is absolutely captivating! Exotic, richly spiced and precious, this is one of the most sensual fragrances I have ever encountered; intoxicating, deep and an instant classic. Stay diligent my lovelies, and you can also catch this beautiful owl as a few are released into the wild with each Bloodmilk update.
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I've had this bottle for several months. It wasn't a hit when I first tried it, so i've let it age to see if the relationship changed. I can appreciate the fragrance story here. I'm getting lots of cologne, boozy butter-creamed topped fruit cake and even velvety red wine. Something here is very much like Halloween Las Vegas. That decadent, boozy party where someone spilled the cologne over booty and rolled around in the cake display. It also reminds me of a certain scent i've smelled at craft shows and antique malls as a kid, like fruity, autumn apple candles and potpourri. So unfortunately it doesn't drydown to a delightful cherry for me, but mostly turned red wine mixed with cheap cologne with a smear of cake on dresses. The honeymoon is over. It's interesting how each of us has a different scent memory for scent notes which influences reaction. Unfortunately, this one is not for me, but again the wild story it tells is fascinating for a time.
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This is so much like my beloved Champagne Lace with an enormous dollop of sweet vanilla cream. Reminds me alot of a wedding cake too. When I was around 10 years old, my mom took me to a friend's wedding. The reception was grand and well, i'd never had white wedding cake before. Pretty sure I ate one whole tier I just remember being in ecstasy, binging on this deliciously airy fluffy cake and seeing so many eyes on me. I wish i'd had the guts to give them all the finger This reminds me of that heavenly cake I will never forget. Yes, huge mouthfuls of sugary white cake with swigs of greengrape champagne. Swoon~ Ahhhhh Primavera. Maybe scent bewitched beauties will trail after me in a handclasped dance like the Three Graces. Yet another truly epic BPAL vanilla. I adore this variation and am stunned the lab can still surprise and WOW me with such simple blends
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This almost smells like my old squat bottle of Snake Oil to me, or a sister to it. let's say "old friend" Sweet, sugary, resinous but richer with a stir of fuzzy myrrh darkness. I adore sugary deep fragrances and this does not disappoint. I am loving the throw also, sometimes I really want other people to catch a wiff of me without being in a hug. Honestly, I don't get much fig/, or perhaps its so well blended with the other notes that it becomes something else, something better. If anything, the fig is the deep purplebrown variety that is super ripe, almost turned to sugar. To sum it all up, this Friend to me is a syrupy, sticky earthy patchouliroot beer topped with sugary vanilla. I think this might be my favorite '22 Yule.
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So, reviewing this straightaway after Cherry Incense and well, the two do not really compare. Even with the cherry top-note, the drydown takes these in two completely different directions. The cherry is slightly medicinal here, perhaps from the wine? I am not a huge fan of wine fragrances, besides Lilith and Sekhmet with its incense notes, and Blood Kiss which wins over this claws down.
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I've been looking for a HG BPAL cherry for many years. This is what I wanted from Gothabilly. The opening is a mouth watering cherry punch! I am loving the intensity of this, its the same one from Cherry Bourbon which I also enjoy. After a few minutes, the cherry is completely overtaken by smoky, sultry incense, and this is a general term because it is difficult to pull out individual notes, it's so well blended. Very much like walking into a house that regularly burns sticky sticks of the best incense.
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This vagina smells like Cleopatra. I can imagine Egyptian perfumers obsessed with creating the perfect scent for their queen. Burning resins, sticky amber, milk and honey all swirled together to dress her, to cover that unwashed wind. There are watery grasses here too, the queen is floating on a reed grass basket boat in the blinding sunlight, browning her skin and airing it all out. Perhaps I am going astray dear reader by taking this in a direction not mentioned in the notes, but clearly these are ancient materials. They say Cleopatra used fragrance to seduce Mark Antony, with even the floor of her room strewn ankle deep with roses, leading a passageway to her bed. 'The barge she sat in, like a brunish'd throne, Burn'd on the water, the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were lovesick with them...." Shakespeare.
