Acey

Blind bought a bottle of it and I’m satisfied. Much more wearable than I expected. Nosferatu is exactly what I want and more. So far I’m lucky in the two whole bottles I own. In the bottle: dirt, heavy dewy moss over wooden things, nothing invoking Wet: Dirt at its strongest. Something ancient unearthed, the upturned dirt drenched in rainwater. After a moment I started to get wine aplenty, and faded dry flowers so crispy that they’d turn to dust upon touch. The wooden boards are gone. Dry herbs, but I can’t tell which. Pomegranates. Clay. Ripe berries? Lotus? Drydown: Thicker, sweeter wines. The rainy dirt scent died through the drydown but its heart, the darkness and aura of an open grave, remained. It was wretched and elegant at the same time.

One of my very first BPAL scents because how could I resist something simply called “Blood Popsicle.” In the bottle: Resin-y and warm spicy, but the coldness was quick to catch up, along with dried up fruitiness, sweet and tart but no distinct fruit notes. Wet: More resin. I’m not at all experienced with fragrance or familiar with the Lab’s dragon’s blood and can’t tell if this was it, but I liked it. However a faint smoke of cinnamon (the bane of my existence) made me worry if it would go warm on me. Luckily the cinnamon-like note dissipated soon and was completely gone before it could settle into anything overwhelming. Then came the blood and the popsicle. Dried cherry, metallic pomegranates, other fruits I can’t name, all frozen and sealed together by the dark red resinous scent. Also there was probably more musk than I expected (none). Drydown: Gentle, smoky, barely there. A light sweetness of something that wasn’t fresh or juicy but still delicious. The ghostly presence of bags of dried fruits in an old storage chamber. I don’t get actual blood notes, but Blood Popsicle might be one of the best interpretations of metaphorical blood out there. Keeping this one.