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A staircase ascends past jutting balconies towards a crumbling ceiling as misshapen shadows creep through the gloom. Ancient dark wood, decades of dust, floorboards oozing with red clay, and a roaring fire that casts no warmth. This atmo is very different from the other house themed atmo. This is much drier and more dusty. There is a sharpness to the dark that even has a slightly peppery scent to it.
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A house as old as this one… Becomes, in time, a living thing – it may have timber for bones and windows for eyes and – sitting here — all alone – it can go slowly mad. It starts holding on to things – keeping them alive, when they shouldn’t be – inside its walls – Some of them good, some are bad… and some… Some should never be spoken about again… This atmo spray is dark, old wood that has been wet and cold for a very long time. There is something else to it, a creeping, inky shadow to it that tempers it from smelling like just elements of a building. There is spirit here.
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Darkness engulfing a child’s collection of dolls and books: beeswax, leather-bound paper, and white gardenias; porcelain and wood, lace and shadow. This is a young girls room bright with books. The floral is very light, while the leather and beesewax fight for attention. This is very inviting and a lovely room scent idea.
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Thomas Sharpe’s refuge. Gears and grease and faded oriental rugs. Shelves cluttered with well-loved tools, piled with gears and mechanical wonders. Automata whirr and click from every corner. Machinery made magic; the final manifestation of dissolving hopes and clockwork dreams: sawdust and gear lubricant, metal rods shining in golden afternoon light. In this atmosphere there is more metal than wood. I imagine that the 'wood' part of it tempers the metal so that it is not too sharp. Same with the 'lubricant' note.
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The last fleeting moments of sunset, casting a perfect, magical, golden light across a damask-adorned dining room, bathing a father and daughter in an enchanted glow. This really is a golden, perfect scent. But it is warm and golden in a way that isn't sharp or bright, but warm and soothing. There is a vanilla softness to this that also illustrates a warm luminescence. There is also a richness to it that deepens the vanilla in a way that grounds it and doesn't leave it too etheral.
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A room of cobalt hues, shadowed, with walls adorned innumerable pinned butterflies and moths. Lilac water, fossilized black amber, lily of the valley, violet leaf, and oakmoss. This room is dark, dusty and somehow sharp. The amber really doesn't come through, nor does the lilac. The violet is the most prominent floral note. But over all it is rather old and dusty and it does feel like there is something heady and formal about it as well. Old world, for sure.
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A stately brick mansion glowing with warmth: bay rum, fine whiskey, white carnations, and hearth wood. Oh what a beautiful, warm scent. It smells like a place where dinner is cooking, and all candles are lit for you to sit with loved ones. There is a sweet spiceyness that must come from the carnation. This sweetness becomes foody from the bay rum and whiskey notes. But underneath it all you get some of that hearth wood that settles it all down some, but not after first being quite foodie.
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The first time I saw a ghost, I was ten years old… It was my mother’s. A slightly morbid admission: I lost my mother when I was 15, and I still remember how it felt to hold her hand after she passed away. The scent I’m trying to capture here is love mingled with grief and a peculiar horror, reminiscent of the chill of her skin and the weight of her hand. English roses as a symbol of the love a child feels for her mother, chilled by eucalyptus blossom, iris root, and white lily aldehyde. This sharp is bright and light hearted, with pretty roses and iris, but the aldehyde and eucalyptus are this strange, sharp essence in the back ground. They become this chemical bite to the scent that is very hard to get beyond.
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Beware… of Crimson Peak. This is the scent of dread, of admonitions from beyond the grave: inky vetiver and black musk with carrot seed, elemi, and frankincense. This scent is a cry in the night. Bright, dark, biting and scary. It feels like walking into a black room, that moment of panic when you realize you can't see a thing, can't even feel for the light switch. The carrot seed and elemi make it leave you with a feeling of sadness after the fright.
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Gleaming black and iridescent green: black patchouli and vetiver with green amber, oudh, tobacco flower, elemi, and champaca. There is something sharp and un-gentle about this scent, and it remains rather cold and hard. I'd say stony but it doesn't feel earthy or even dry. It's like wet black marble. None of the notes really pop out, certainly not the champaca. If you don't like green notes, don't fear, as I don't get a green feeling out of this at all.
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It’s nature. A savage world of little things dying or eating each other right beneath our feet. Flora and fauna, man and beast entwined in a cycle of endless brutality: soil and rot and the heat of rage, blood-smeared musk and sharp decay. This scent is sharp and biting. There is the deep scent of the grave but there is also something warm and wet in it. It's a fascinating blend. There is a dry and dustiness to it too.
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Wood and copper mimicking life, dressed in a gentleman’s cologne. An elegant automaton wonder built to fascinate. Had dreams of whirligigs and automatons, so I went with The Magician. Similar vibes to Paladin, but a lighter and brighter metal is being conveyed. Yeah, there is no knight's steely armor here. Frankly, it is a nice step up as Paladin can get a little too heavy and sharp with its metals. Must be a touch of bergamot in there as it is quite lovely. It's very clean, crisp, and yet has that gleaming metal note that reminds me of new copper wiring and polished brass. Side note: Checked out The Art of Crimson Peak book and saw some of the gears that made this magician come to life with its ball trick. Got to say, automatons really are something brilliant with all their intricacies.
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There’s nothing random about insects. And I admire that. They do what needs to be done to assure their survival… Even their beauty and grace are only means to ensure their species… A lustrous black patchouli attar with dried purple fruits, neroli, and opoponax. When first applied, and in the bottle, this has a lot in common with Black Moths - a very dry scent, it almost rustles, and definitely conjures up black insect wings of some type. It starts differing after the drydown, where this is a spicy but still dry fruity scent. Maybe fruity like those semi-dried plums? It doesn't have a lot of patchouli throw on me, in fact the patch is far less prominent than I'd expect.
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Why? Why must a woman always write about fairy tales and lies Ideal husbands or being rescued by a dashing young prince? A proper Gilded Age Happily Ever After: lilac water and rose petals swirled with a gleaming amber chypre and a touch of Italian bergamot. I can't get over the use of a chypre to denote the antiquated Victorian attitudes towards women Edith is expressing her frustration with in this line! It just feels out of place. Nonetheless, this scent is definitely evocative of everything Edith is rebelling against, resisting. When I first put this on, I admit, I put on way too much in my eagerness to douse myself in this collection. If any of you have ever smelled Too Much Chypre then you know what I suffered for over a solid hour. That sharp, nearly sour acidic citrus note gleamed way too brightly. It was over an hour in before it started to soften, and I got a hint of something else - amber, I think it was, a foundation for the scent to lean on and not bother me so heavily. Only about ten minutes afterward did it become this utterly gorgeous, sophisticated beauty. This scent is pure elegance - it brings to mind gleaming marble staircases and bright golds and pearls. I'm astonished it turned out so well for me, as this is nothing like what I usually wear. The chypre and bergamot are so soft and ladylike now, the amber is so bright and binds everything together beautifully, and the floral notes are so light and delicate, unlike my normal experience with florals (though I love a good floral, so I don't mind; but in my experience I need my florals with other notes or they won't even develop on my skin chemistry). That lilac note is especially addictive, I think it is. It's hard to describe, but this really does feel simultaneously old-fashioned and modern, as though you're present and young in the turn of the century, back when everything was new and glittering with hope. I was regretting purchasing this instead of one of the other scents I wanted just a little while ago, and now I think this is one of the most unique and loveliest things I've ever worn.
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Let the wind blow kindly In the sail of your dreams And the moonlight your journey And bring you to me We can’t live in the mountains We can’t live out at sea Where oh, where oh, my lover Shall I come to thee? Moonflower and iris root with French lavender, tuberose, white sandalwood, night-blooming gardenia, vanilla orchid, and moss. From the bottle this is a soft, unobtrusive, downy lavender. On the skin it immediately blooms with a bit of woods, and a little grittiness from the moss. By no means is this very powerful in terms of grassy or herbal. The orris is probably keeping this mix dry, as it dries I can get a little bit more of the lavender returning as like those fresh crushed florets between the fingers... like a hint of green, spike lavender, or something... With time the lavender settles and then this whole mix of 'white night florals' sidles up all like 'hey, babe. I'm a hot chick in a wedding dress. It's all like, sultry and stuff. Even though you're in a onesie pajama, let's do this.' So I get a slightly woodsy, rich, dry and moderately dusty sweet lavender supported by a chorus of white floral. It's nice! I'll have to try this as a sleep blend. It's very relaxing and reads like a Somnus blend. ETA: Over time I get a really weird association with LUSH's Alkmaar line. No clue why.
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The red of an open artery, the red of congealing blood, the red of a scarlet tomb: burgundy musk, bitter clove, crushed saffron, red sandalwood, and red oudh. First to review! This one is lovely, everything in it is evenly blended together into a sweet, warm, incensy scent. If you are a red musk aficionado, or are looking for a new scent in the same vein as Scherezade or Third Charm, you need to grab a bottle of this one!
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The Waltz – Not a complicated dance, really – The lady takes her place slightly to the left of the leading gentleman. Six basic steps – that is all. However – It is said that the true test of a perfect waltz is for it to be so swift, delicate and so smooth, that a candle flame will not be extinguished in the hand of the lead dancer… Now that requires the perfect partner. So swift, so delicate, so smooth: champagne musk, ambergris accord, white rose, rosewood, and vanilla amber. Fresh out of the mailbox, so here goes. In the bottle: more than any other bpal I've tried, this smells like (a very nice) perfume. I can't pick any notes out. Wet: Sweet, delicate champagne. Maybe some of the vanilla or white rose peeking around the edges. I amp rose like crazy, so I hope it behaves. Drydown: so swift, so delicate, so smooth indeed - this smells like perfume and at first sniff I can no longer pick distinct notes out, it's so well-blended. The white rose is there, swirling with sweet amber and champagne, maybe flash of ambergris around the edges to keep it interesting. This is feminine and classic and lovely.
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I am here with all that I possess, Sir – A name, a patch of land and the will to make it yield. The least you can grant me is the courtesy of your time and the chance to prove it to you, and these fine gentlemen, that my will, dear Sir, is at the very least, as strong as yours. Amber, clove and leather takes shape through the scent of raw determination; a fortitude born of having nothing left to lose. In the background, guiac wood, white sandalwood, and myrrh forms the dust of long-forgotten aspirations and hope on the verge of being forever relinquished. Oooh, this is lovely. In the bottle, I smell nothing but leather and clove. Wet on skin: leather, leather, leather. I love the lab's leather note -- I will never stop kicking myself for selling my bottle of De Sade right before it was DC'ed. But some leathers can be a bit too sharp and masculine for me to actually use. As I applied to my skin and sniffed, I thought "Lovely scent, but far too manly for me. I'll pass this bottle along to my brother for his birthday next week." Drydown: Well, guess what? My brother is out of luck. lol When this oil dried and mellowed on my skin, it turned into lovely soft, warm leather and the sandalwood came out to play. The sharpness of the cloves mellowed out and gave it a warmth. It reminds me a bit of Dee, one of my favorites on the more manly spectrum. It's a little masculine, but not in an aftershave kind of way. It just smells like a refined library filled with leather-bound books and perhaps some sandalwood trinkets from far-away lands. Honestly, I don't get any amber from this at all, which is surprising, as my skin usually amps amber to the nth degree. This one's a keeper!
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To the hills we raise our eyes… A dark legacy: unbending teakwood and blood musk. I'm first? Yeek! Bear in mind this is fresh out of the mailbox In the bottle: This is SHARP (Sharpe, anyone? No?). On first sniff, I get very biting woods. On second sniff, there's the softer musk wafting around the edges. Wet: I'm being smacked in the face by a metal-sheathed piece of wood (it must be the blood musk that's giving me the 'metal' impression). There's something almost SOUR going on here. I don't mean that in a negative way, I mean "sour" in the sense that sour candies are sour, but it's... where is that coming from? What the hell did I just put on my wrist? Drydown: Whoa, this morphs quick, and in a good way. The punch-you-in-the-face metal/wood vanishes and I'm left with a very smooth, dusty musk scent. Almost sweet. It reminds me very strongly of some Lush scent. I'm still getting flashes of that cold sour-y bite, especially in the throw. I don't smell wood. In fact I keep huffing my wrist trying to figure out WHAT I'm smelling. Dry: It keeps morphing! The sour-candy note is nicely married to the sweet musk now. Good throw: I'm testing four Crimson Peak scents on my wrists and hands right now, and this is the one I keep getting whiffs of as I type. It's gonna take me a while to decide how MUCH I like this, but it's nice!!
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A shadow? Oh, darling, all that lives in this house are shadows and reflections and creaks and groans. The scent of menace, an inexplicable dread: Somalian myrrh, black poppy, gloom-shrouded musk, and wispy sandalwood. I snapped this one up because I love the lab's black poppy note, and I wasn't disappointed! I'm amping the poppy at the moment, but the musk and myrrh are definitely players in the mix. It's dark and decadent with a dusty tinge to it. Just fabulous. As soon as it went on I knew this was one of the winners for me. There's a hint of sweetness to it that cuts through all that rich scent. Yep, lots and lots of poppy on my skin which is just what I was hoping for - like a more menacing On Darkness.
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Love transcending time, space, and death: a cold, sheer white musk gleaming with black orchid, benzoin, labdanum, and blackened amber, and embraced by white rose, tea leaf, and vanilla flower. I'm a novice at describing notes, and this is fresh out of the mailbox. It's light. There is something pearly about it. At first I feel like there is a sharp smell but the dry down is a lovely amber. It's not powdery at all (on me) The more I smell this the more I like it. It's like a creamy subtle grown up sweet amber. It doesn't smell like a 'mom/motherly' at all.
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Strands of ectoplasm floating through the shadowed air: black plum, inky vetiver, cashmere patchouli, dark oudh, and spectral musk. Oh, this is glorious. I have to admit that it was the "cashmere patchouli" that put this one at the top of my short list, but I am also a big fan of vetiver, musk, and oude. This scent is daaaaark and smooth, very well blended - but you really need to appreciate patchouli to love Shadow. The thing is, though, you have never smelled a patch like this: it's so smooth, and soft to the touch (if you will) and...luxurious. Mmmmmmm. I don't always love plum, but the black variety seems to agree with me; I think it's lifting the scent a bit without making it particularly fruity. I would put A Shadow In the Elevator in the same family as Panther Moon, Raven Moon, and The Final Darkness. Gorgeous. And not for the faint of heart.
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It’s a little bitter. I’m afraid nothing gentle ever grows in this land, Edith – You need a measure of bitterness – not to be eaten. To survive… First on this one! *I will update with wet/dry down impressions as soon as I get the chance to try it! In Bottle: :skull: Holy poison tea, Batman! This is the one CP that's throwing me the most so far. I chose this one on pure impulse because I am OBSESSED with tea notes, but this one is definitely on the bitter side. I'll be doing a skin test to decide if I want to keep it, but it's so hard to describe. It smells like a face mask I've gotten from LUSH in the past but I can't put my finger on which one. Sorry this one is so vague since there are no official notes listed from the lab either! It's very hard to describe! Let's just say a cup of tea I would be *highly* suspicious of.
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A house that breathes, that bleeds, and remembers. A house like this, in time can become a living thing with timber for bones and windows for eyes: snow marbled with blood-red clay, frozen over the scent of decayed wood. Woah buddy, first review! *I will update this with wet/dry down impressions as soon as I get the chance to try it! In Bottle: This is very clean smelling, and very very cold! Crimson Peak is my first personal brush with BPAL's infamous snow note, and it really lives up to expectations! It smells frigid and sharp, but undeniably fresh and clean. The red clay adds a deep level of something mysterious that is both lovely but equally bewildering. I can certainly picture this being the scent hanging in the air walking through the mansion gates in the winter time.
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Love makes monsters of us all: faded red roses and a glimmer of garnet with black lily, ylang ylang, smoky plum musk and black amber. (I'm on a review spree!) In the bottle, I can only smell the amber at first. If I keep smelling, I get a hint of florals and a bit of plum. The amber discouraged me, initially, but there's just something about that I actually find quite pleasant. First application, I still smell mostly amber. Not for me at all... but as it dries, I'm getting a little more of the floral notes. I'm terrible at picking them out, though, sorry ): The plum is so strong now! It smells like I'm sniffing the skin of a plum, a little green. Upon further dry down, it is much more musky. I'm not getting much smoke, but I bet it's lost to the musk to my nose. I was really nervous at first, but this just smells so lovely and elegant. I feel like I just need to drape myself in the darkest of Victorian fashion and stroll through the park.
