Vaudenilla

Such a lush, pure sugared violet scent. I also have & adore the lunacy duet from a few lunacies ago, Violet and Vanilla Chiffon, and this is somehow even lighter & airer than that. It's pearlescent, sugary, and pale purple. It smells like a small porcelain doll with blushed joints & thick eyelashes nestled in her collectors box. The cascades of cream lace & pale fabric that comprise her dress are old and a little brittle, but still so beautiful. When I wear it with Hope I don't layer them, I dab them in different places on each arm strategically so it feels as if the twins are actually whirling around in the air around me. The whole experience is so immersive. It's sweet and floral and angelic. 9.5/10 violets dipped in sugar

An earthy, sticky, warm, resinous, fuzzy, golden perfume. Sitting in a library reading a very thick, very aged book, deep into the night. There's a metallic oil lamp burning dutifully away next to you, and thick sheets of rain pound the cobblestone streets below, rhythmically soothing any cares you once had of the outside world. I don't think I need a full bottle, but I do like this scent and it does nail the inspo art so perfectly.

This is a huge, aggressive red powderbomb on me. I did not like this & Immediately tried to scrub it, but it CLINGS. It sticks to the skin like a bad pair of polyester leggings. If you like vetiver, red musk, or super loud powdery red smells this is definitely for you. I think someone else would think this is very seductive & sexy.

I am shocked that this doesn't have 50million rave reviews. If you want to smell like a Mazzy Star song, like the bruise purple of the sky right before dawn on a day full of mist & rain, like an angel of grief and sorrow beneath a veil of gossamer, this is the perfume for you. I wear this one a lot and it feels so sacred and interesting. In summer this reads very Purple-Blue-Floral and light with an edge. In the fall/winter the incense + dead leaf notes come out to play a lot more and it feels fuzzier & more "cashmeran"? The lilac is still very much there and the whole blend just reads so mournful. The throw is also pretty insane, it projects far and sticks around for a long time. I get around 8ish hours of wear from it. 100/10 depressed widows mourning the loss of their beloveds

NEROOOLIIII. I am not a neroil guy. This baby is off to swaps, but I think that anyone who wants neroli and a fresh, bright perfume with that classic BPAL twist, is going to adore this one.

This squicked me out more than goreshock did. I am NOT a fan of the weird, sweet medicinal thing. It really does smell like a surgery wound that someone might need to change the bandages on just a liiiitle bit more often. There's definitely something a little spicy and...musky??/ about this, but I didn't leave it on long enough to find out where it went. Away to my stockpile of extremely strange imps. 0/10 memories of ouch

I let my bottle rest a year before reviewing it, but I knew this would be one of my favorites of this collection. The lilac note is airy and angelic & the magnolia is sooo sheer and creamy. When I wear this I really do feel like a beautiful young 20th century woman walking in a cool, secluded garden. Branches of mature magnolias shiver in the wind above, shaking loose the intoxicating fragrance of fresh blooms. Sunlight ripples over the cobblestone pathway before me, and a thick book tucked under my arm promises to whisk away the boredom set upon me by incessant etiquette classes. My chemise clings to my figure as I think wistfully about the handsome man with long dark hair and piercing eyes who keeps turning up at the front gate to chat with me just after every sundown. As I walk I work up a slight, comfortable sweat under the luxurious French Lilac perfume I dabbed on my pulse points and ankles. Settling comfortably on my usual stone bench, I keep one eye on the wrought iron gate, heart pounding. What the nuns don't know won't hurt them..... This smells like anticipating secret rendezvous with someone who may or may not be a vampire. (can you tell I've had vampires on the brain lately?) It's such a realistic, romantic floral with really no sweet or gourmand facets to it, which is a lovely reprieve in my collection of mostly vanilla. It's transportive for me, very clean and whimsical and something I wear when I want to feel like a really beautiful lady. 1000/10 I'm the prettiest prey of my predatory preternatural paramour.

This wasn't really my jam so I sent it along. It was too... adjacent to going to church for me. The metallic and sweet perfume my mother used to wear, the incense, the stuffy powderiness... I hope someone else loves it

heebie jeebies.... this smells a public bathroom I used to use at a national park near my hometown.... one time I was peeing and looked up and saw a man's face pressed up against the tiny ventilation window near the top of the ceiling. I screamed & he disappeared. When I ran outside, the thick treebranch of the oak (?) near the sidewall of the building was bouncing as if someone had just dropped down from it & ran away. I NEVER went back. IMP TO THE DESTASH PILE THANK YOUUUU. 0/10 traumatic teen memories...

Yeah, the description nails it pretty much dead on. The lab has a few honey notes that make my eyes roll back in my head. This one is warm, thick, and golden. I think it might be raw honey. Everything about this scent is thick and pulsing and hot. It's almost a little overwhelming. I do agree the strain of red musk in this smells like aged smut. This lover is STRONG and sticks around forever. You really only need a dab or two behind the ears and on the wrists to create a seductive scent trail. I think I could achieve something similar by layering smut, O & a dab or two of snake skin. I need more honey notes..... mmmmmm 8/10 lovers

Ok I need to shout out Caramel Apple Gingerale Float in this thread despite it being 13+ years since someone last posted in it because ITS THAT GOOD. It's SO fizzy and effervescent and soda-y. I have never smelled anything like it. It's almost aldehydic in nature. I can't recommend it enough if you like fizzy.

Eat me. Such a demanding name, such a demanding perfume. I could sink into it's luxurious folds of buttercream and never ask to be let out. I just reviewed Tombeur and said it smelled of Louis from Interview with The Vampire (1994) if he were to throw his inhibitions to the wind. Stick with me here- I think this may be what very attractive prey smells like to a starving undead creature of the night, what finally gets him to give into his sanguineous desires. Bloody squirts of berry cordial coat vanilla buttercream thickly, obscene against the pale white frosting. Incense burns in the corner of a dark room as she sinks deeply into his lap, begging quietly to be let out of this. She smells too good, she's too warm, too close. The cake is too decadent. Nothing could stop him from eating his slice of cake. nothing. I could smell like this every day for the rest of my life out of 10.

hmm. meat. slightly metallic, spicy meat. It's nothing like toskovat's evil burning perfumes that smell like actual fucking death. This was less offensive than split-level suburban tract home, which is so funny because the notes of this are worlds grosser than that one's. I'll hang onto my decant for funsies but it's nothing I need more of nor anything that lives up to the "smells of dead person" lore around it.

I struggle to describe this one because it's so sexy that I become lost for words. I just watched Interview With The Vampire (1994) with my wife @hintofpancakes and I have never been so affected by a man as I was by Brad Pitt as Louis. JUST as Louis. Never once have I been attracted to Brad Pitt before & will not be so in any other form than that movie because my god, even with the horribly applied wig, he is a stunning creature. This is what he would smell like if he were the kind of man to actually give into his desire, have some fun and play with his food a little. It's the languid, unhurried passions of a man with all the time in the world. His love is tender and sweet, he moves like he already knows you (as he's been stalking you for the last year, watching you through foggy windows and tracing the outline of your sleeping form with his wickedly long fingernails) but the sadness behind it will haunt you forever. He's not human. You know he's not human. From the look in his eyes, he knows that you know, too. He wants to let you go. He really does. 1,0039493597kafuckingjillion sexy sexy vampires out of 10.

My decant is very aged but this is such a vivacious blend I imagine it was also strong when it was fresh- now it is absolutely nuclear. It's a sour white rose, very austere. The oakmoss is powdery and musky and green. The rose does hold herself very high above the other notes, her snooty perfect nose turned up at the though of not being the star of the show. Long into wear I get a super musky, thick, animalic rose. I do get something a little incensey and raspy, perhaps that's the labdanum or balsam. A powerful rose. I can see the woman who loves this being extremely dedicated to decorating her home in the exact manner which brings her the most pleasure, regardless of the comfort factor. She wears thick, silk fabrics nearly every day and her lipstick is always perfectly applied no matter the circumstance. She makes some people uncomfortable with her intensity, and that is exactly how she likes it. I can also see someone who wears long velvety dresses with dark floral patterns and celestial chunky silver jewelry while rescuing local racoons and native birds enjoying this. She might make flower arrangements for roadkill and she drinks a lot of Oolong tea. OH and she lasts for a very long time. I like it quite a lot.