Gwydion

In the bottle, this smells vaguely like a more femme version of polo. Who knew? It settles down rather quickly on application, though, with the musk gentling on contact with the natural scent of skin, allowing the scent of wood to balance it. There is something faint and almost spicey underneath, connected to an element which does smell faintly of old paper. Five minutes in, it is pleasing in a vaguely masculine sort of way, though gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide, as the quote above suggests. As it wears, the library scent grows stronger, the aftershavey scent making it delightfully sexy in an understated way. Very Aziraphale really. It creates the scent ghost of a geeky, repressed Englishman, who's buttons one wants to rip from his shirt and ravish. As with jolly Roger, I am constantly disappointed that scent ghost to the contrary, there is no bookish Geek to ravish where my nose tells me there should be. This should not be held against the fragrance though. OMG! Alas, it doesn't wear nearly as well as I'd hoped, going all dry. Better if mixed with Crowley, Coyote, or Herbert West.

This one smells peculiar and strong. This is not necessarily a bad thing, but the scent is hard to describe. Vaguely leathery with a hint of ozone. Vaguely desert smelling, but with a note I think of as vaguely watery. Vaguely smelling of ash, but not strongly enough to disturb. This is a strangely middle eastern counterpart to R'yleh, the drier fiery version. I think I like it, though it is more heavy than I generally would chose. It degrades unpleasantly with long wear. I am guessing patchouli is the culprit here, but I'm not sure. In any case, it loses it's subtlety and really starts bugging me, so no.

Very soft and lightly floral, though managing to hint vaguely at men's cologne. Think Victorian dandy, not man's man. I can see the fluffy cravat in my head as I sniff it. The citrus saves it, I think, giving is a sort of fresh smell. Together with the lavender and lilac it smells a bit like laundry hung out to dry in the spring. Not bad, but not brilliant.

This one isn't too bad. The musk and the sandalwood balance the fruits fairly nicely. Fairly gentle, but I think I'd like it better as a smoothy than a cologne.

Mmmm... It's a little like embalming fluid, but richer, tastier. I'm already in love with this one. It smells exactly as one would expect from the description only better. Yum! This is the definate winner so far and going on my must buy when there's money list. Smells a little like coyote too.

Disturbingly young and candylike. It reminds me of one I actually owned when I was 13.

Pleasant and gentle. The iris is there, but not intrusive. It is a warm blend, dry and sweet and light. Pleasing.

The apple and rose are the weakest notes, I think. I'm not sure how I feel about this. It really grew on me and reminds me of a more complex Snake Oil.

Not bad, but heavier than I'd like. It grew on me over repeated samplings though. It improves dramatically with age, much as Snake Oil does.

It is pretty much as advertised, a pleasantly designed floral, with jasmine dominant on first application. The effect is a little weird for me because it is similar to the French perfume joy with which I have strong associations. If you like florals, this one is definitely a winner.

Smells really good as it ages in the bottle. It smells much more like tree oil and vanilla if allowed to age.

I liked this one straight out of the bottle. It smells like sophisticated and vaguely debauched Victorian gentleman. It smells like warm study with a sweet overlay. It's a definite scent cousin to Dorian and Shadwell. The tonka bean is present, but relatively week for those who aren't fond of it.

Smells a lot like when you first open a fresh package of plastic wrapped toilette paper, probably Cottonelle, with a tiny hint of leather and the faint odor of dried flowers. Meh.

So. Reread the title. Go on. Bet you are imagining something reasonably butch. This scent is hard to characterize. It reminds me a little of red Swedish licorice pipes, only citrusy and with more bite. It's interesting to sniff, sure enough, but I'm finding it confusing on my skin. They are not kidding about the mandarin. It is by far the dominant scent, but the rest makes and interesting combination. I can't tell how I feel about this one and will need to put it in the resample pile. It is reminding me a little of snake Oil, so maybe it's very dependent on ephemera of body chemistry. It certainly pulls a chameleon routine when on the skin.

Smells like nutmeg and sarsaparilla scented booze. No really. Sassafras and nutmeg make for serious weirdness. Oddly sweet and vaguely disturbing.

This smells almost exactly as you'd imagine from the ingredients. There is a hint of perfume scent under the smell of all those sweets, like a tiny whiff of sandlewood, but really, this smells like cookiee shop, with the caramel and pralines strongest.

They lie like a rug. Peppermint nightmare, a hint, my ass, I can barely smell anything over that godaweful mint. It manages to smell a little dirty too. Eeeew Eeew Eeeew! The smell burned my nose; I had to wash it off.

An allegorical expression of the ineffable, indisputable triumph of death, generally expressed in medieval artwork as a violin or flute-wielding skeleton leading a procession of dancers to their graves. Black cypress with oakmoss, frankincense, oude, and a sliver of toasted hazelnut. I am extremely underwhelmed. Why does the allegorical expression of death smell like a midrange shampoo popular in the '80's laced with a hint of cheap perfume. Uh... Eeeew?

They aren't kidding about the pine. It smells exactly like the trees I useed to play amoung as a kid. I was always getting sap all over me. I can pick out the juniper and musk if i try, but really, it smells like forest, and and maybe cat in forest. There's nothing wrong with that, but it just doesn't say Death to me.

Actually, it is thick with something. Musk, mostly. It's definitely got a femme fatal thing going on. I can totally imagine Theda Bera wearing this late in her silent film career. The amber lightens the musk a little, and the effect is pleasing, but not very me.

Peculiar, but in an interesting way. I like the muddy, mossy scent, which is the strongest when it first goes on. The floral notes are not intrusive. The effect is of being outside somewhere wet and shady. Very nice.

The musk is dominant on first application, and pleasantly so. I wouldn't call it rough, as in the description, since it reads more light and vaguely femme to me. It shifts to a spicier blend fairly quickly and the leather does out, though not as strongly as in, say Jolly roger. The spicier, leathery scent butches it up to say the level of a flamboyant Johnny Depp pirate, rather than say the clean more masculine line of Jolly Roger. I do find it pleasing though and I think it's a keeper.

Well, yes. It does smell like absinthe. The wormwood, alcohol, anise, and lemon are the strongest notes. I am not sure I want to run around smelling like I'm drunk, even though it is a cool drunk.

This smelled God awful in the bottle. Considering my low expectations, this was actually a surprise. It is floral, oh so floral. Commanding is a reasonable description. It's a little like getting assaulted be someone's garden, a really dom garden. Not my thing and there are better floral scents available from this company, including Alice above. There is something slightly jarring in the bass notes, but nothing bad enough to force me to run wash it off. Do not spill even a drop on your lip because OMG the burning!

... His scent is soft English leather, rosewood and tonka with a hint of incense, parchment and soft woods. This is somewhere between Aziraphale and Jolly Roger. Gentle and scholarly with a hint of kink. It is a mild smelling one, but a scent that does indeed invoke a pretty scholar boy surrounded by an old fashioned library full of polished wood shelves and old tomes smelling faintly of ceremonial incense. This one's definitely a keeper, sexy, but less likely to drive me to distraction than, say, Crowley, Jolly Roger, Herbert West, or Vicomte de Valmont.