voodoocatwoman

I love this scent. In the beginning, it is mostly musk and seaspray, but then it softens and I can smell patchouli with a tinge of sarsaparilla. I can see how some would think it masculine. There's a tiny bit of rum at the end of the sniff.

I have only one word for this scent: Soap

Gorgeous! This is ripe sweet peach on me. Unfortunately, it vanishes in about 5 minutes.

This scorpion starts out pure herbs, slightly bitter. It quickly turns spicy. And the spice amps and amps and amps. Here comes MUSK!!! It is a spicy musk and is powerful! While I have a handful of strong planets in Scorpio (Moon, Mars, Saturn), this one might be a tad too much for me.

Soft floral- nothing special. Into the sale bin you go.

This blend is pretty but not wonderful. Rose is a bit strong. I also get herbs. Since I am paring down and only keeping things that make me weak in the knees, this one heads to the sale bin.

Uh, no. This has a generic cleaner disguising itself in a floral scent kind of vibe. It's the first oil that has ever made me cough.

2005 version: Boy do I get the hairspray. That is pretty powerful for a bit and then it takes on a more floral spicy demeanor. It's nice, but nothing to write home about. Off to the sales pile.

This one starts out green stems and ferns and then becomes floral. Unfortunately, when I sniff my wrist, I can TASTE the fragrance. Don't ask me why because I am clueless. But if I wanted to taste the stuff, I'd have swigged from the bottle instead of applying it daintily to my wrists. So bye bye Virgo 2007.

I was tossed back to my childhood when I first applied this scent. I have to agree with mimosa in that it immediately brings to mind the fancy soaps in the drug store. I was very pleased with the nostalgia. The fragrance was light but clean and pleasant. Then it settled. Something reared up out of that happiness and is slugging the hell out of my nose. I am sneezing like I need to get all of my sneezes for the rest of my natural life out and in the open RIGHT NOW. At the same time, whatever note it is that joined the Evil League of Evil is still pummeling away at my face. DAMN IT... it's in my mouth now. I can taste it now. It's got a very sharp edge lurking in the backgroundand if it gets any stronger, I may not have time to wash my arms to be free of it. I may just have to amputate. I *think* that perhaps if it would just be polite and not fly up my nose, we might get along. However, since I am rapidly dehydrating from sneezing so much (not to mention the potential whiplash) and don't have a machete handy, I will head to the ladies' room and get this off NOWWWWWWW!!!!

I decided to try my bottle since it is no longer available. It is officially official. Food smells belong on food, not on me. This is just vile. Why did someone pour burnt caramel all over my arm? Shouldn't I be yelping in agony? Wait. I AM yelping. Yelpity yelp.

This is another scent that I am glad I was on my way out the door when I applied it. It started out smelling like sharp green scent of hay. Great. I so wanted to smell like a barn. And then it morphs. It sweetens and deepens and leaves the barn far behind. No sharpness, only honey and amber. *contented sigh*

I think we've all done that once, Antoinette. Puddin usually just pats you on your virtual head and tells you not to worry about it.

Pretty and sweet. Starts out a bit tart but morphs to floral sweetness with a splash of tea. And I can still smell it, faintly, 3 hours later. Soft and sweet.

Smells like wood.

It's a good thing that I put this on right before I had to leave to go somewhere. Otherwise, I would have washed it off. It has a very fruity smell in the beginning and then it instantly turns to powder. But while I got fruit/powdery fruit, the next instant I got hit with something VERY sharp. DID NOT LIKE!!! Then, about an hour later, I sniffed my wrist again, fully expecting to recoil once more. What I found, right there on my own skin, was the most gorgeous amber-y scent ever. I don't see ever putting much of this on at a time, because that sharp phase is like a frakking razor. But oh, boy, what it eventually settles into is so pretty.

I can't quite put my finger on this blend. It's definitely powdery but I am having a hard time identifying anything in it. All I know is that it smacks you in the face with its sassy floral self before settling down into something elegant and serene. I really like it. A lot.

CXXXIX Holy Mother in Heaven, we have another winner... This is Dorian with an extra hit of vanilla and some amber thrown in. Calling this gorgeous is an understatement. Love love love love

2009 version This is actually less noxious than most of the foodie scents I have tried. It almost smells like a caramel flan or maybe caramel popcorn. But I don't think I care for caramel in my perfumes. It's OK but I will not be wearing this again.

This blend is like getting whopped in the face with a two by four made out of mahogany soaked in vetiver. Oh, noxious. Get off my arm and out my nose. Be gone.

CXVI Holy hell did I get a good one. It smells like spun sugar, like cotton candy freshly made.

Starts off as Super Apple and ends up as Supermarket Apple Cider candle. I can swear I smell wax. Not bad if you want to smell like the Yankee Candle Shop.

Maple donut FTW.

CXXIX This blend is O drenched in honey. It's honey and more honey. Oh, Honey...?

Sneeze City, USA. It's right here. In my decant.