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White cedar, black pepper, golden amber, bay leaf, and 4-year aged oudh. I can smell every single note listed in the description. The end result is a beautiful, golden-cedar scent. Cedar definitely dominates here and the amber and oudh add a golden glow that rounds it out and makes it more robust. The bay leaf offers a pale green somberness, and - at least to my nose - takes a bit of the spotlight off the amber/oudh and mutes them a little. The black pepper is an accent gives the whole thing a touch of prickly spice. It is really, really pretty.
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Occasionally there are scents that just spawn that "YES, EXACTLY THAT" sort of response where they're pretty much 100% as described. This one takes me back to the Jewish cemeteries I've wandered through in the Czech Republic -- to my family's gravesite in Brno, with moss tracing the markers and pine underfoot as I searched for the right row; to the large cemetery in Prague, with the famous gravestones crowded with pebbles and coins people have left behind; to the tumbledown hillside in Mikulov, where the stones were pulled up during the war and yew and fruit trees stand side by side. It's one of those visceral memory kind of scents for me, where I stood there sniffing the bottle at Will Call and just kind of spaced out for a second. Babbling glee aside: this one's wet dirt in the bottle to me, with a hint of trampled old-pine greenery and grass shadowing it. I didn't put it on my skin -- I'm not sure if it's something I'd want to smell like, necessarily? -- but it's a lovely unique thing all the same. (And now I think I might have talked myself into buying it after all, when I talked myself out of it at Will Call yesterday, just to shove my nose in the bottle on those bad days ...)
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A fair witch crept to a young man's side, And he kiss'd her and took her for his bride. But a Shape came in at the dead of night, And fill'd the room with snowy light. And he saw how in his arms there lay A thing more frightful than mouth may say. And he rose in haste, and follow'd the Shape Till morning crown'd an eastern cape. And he girded himself, and follow'd still When sunset sainted the western hill. But, mocking and thwarting, clung to his side, Weary day!-the foul Witch-Bride. (Aw, c'mon, Allingham. Foul is a pretty strong choice of words, dontcha think?) Pale and lovely, with eyes belladonna-wide: hemlock blossoms and ghostly nightshade veiled by wisteria, white frankincense, black amber, and narcissus resin. I'm at a loss as to how to translate the scent experience of witch bride to words so that you, the reader, could gain some understanding of how it smells and decide if it's something you want to seek out. sorry! I blind bought my bottle based upon the label art and the theme and the notes and I adore it. I don't tend to go for straight up florals, and this isn't that. there's a sweet and warm resiny base, and some light florals (my favorite bpal narcissus experience to date!) on top, and it's just a nice beautiful blend. I only detect the herbal notes if I look for them, and I may only be sensing them because I read them in the description. they are subtle and add a nice bit of complexity (spoken by someone who loves very herby winter stars and the waters of the well of wisdom). witch bride is light to moderate in strength. very addciting.
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By what a subtle alchemy the green leaves are transmuted into gold, as if molten by the fiery blaze of the hot sun! A magic covering spreads over the whole forest, and brightens into more gorgeous hues. The tree-tops seem bathed with the gold and crimson of an Italian sunset. Here and there a shade of green, here and there a tinge of purple, and a stain of scarlet so deep and rich, that the most cunning artifice of man is pale beside it. A thousand delicate shades melt into each other. They blend fantastically into one deep mass. They spread over the forest like a tapestry woven with a thousand hues. Magnificent Autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds. He comes not like a hermit, clad in gray. But he comes like a warrior, with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent. His scarlet banner drips with gore. His step is like a flail upon the threshing floor. The scene changes. It is the Indian summer. The rising sun blazes through the misty air like a conflagration. A yellowish, smoky haze fills the atmosphere; and A filmy mist, Lies like a silver lining on the sky. The wind is soft and low. It wafts to us the odor of forest leaves, that hang wilted on the dripping branches, or drop into the stream. Their gorgeous tints are gone, as if the autumnal rains had washed them out. Orange, yellow, and scarlet, all are changed to one melancholy russet hue. The birds, too, have taken wing, and have left their roofless dwellings. Not the whistle of a robin, not the twitter of an eavesdropping swallow, not the carol of one sweet, familiar voice! All gone. Only the dismal cawing of a crow, as he sits and curses, that the harvest is over, – or the chit-chat of an idle squirrel, – the noisy denizen of a hollow tree, – the mendicant friar of a large parish, – the absolute monarch of a dozen acorns! Another change. The wind sweeps through the forest with a sound like the blast of a trumpet. The dry leaves whirl in eddies through the air. A fret-work of hoar-frost covers the plain. The stagnant water in the pools and ditches is frozen into fantastic figures. Nature ceases from her labors, and prepares for the great change. In the low-hanging clouds, the sharp air, like a busy shuttle, weaves her shroud of snow. There is a melancholy and continual roar in the tops of the tall pines, like the roar of a cataract. It is the funeral anthem of the dying year. A scent that wanders through the Ages of Autumn, from the last green leaf to the first breath of winter. This is truly magnificent. When it's wet, I smell it in layers and it truly does cycle (quickly) through different stages of Autumn. My nose catches (in order) green stems, dead leaves, tree sap, something sour and slightly sweet that reminds me of black currant or pomegranate. Once dry, it melds into a gorgeous leafy (dead and alive) scent with hints of the sweet/sour from the earlier stage. It is an up close and personal scent with little throw. I love this.
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A smattering of red rose petals scattered atop a pile of yellowing, ancient bones. Oh, no reviews for this one yet? Well, then I'll go first! I'll admit the concept drew my attention straight away; it sounded suitably morbid and evocative for my tastes, so I gave it a try. This is straight up lush red roses, with an undercurrent of something a bit ominous, but not very distinct. Mostly it's just fresh rose, almost honeyed. But I can definitely see how the "old bones" come into the picture…although it's more in tone than in actual distinguishable notes, I think. It's rather pretty and not as dry as the name would suggest. If you enjoy rose, you will like this! I blind-bought a bottle, and I'm actually glad I did.
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Pile of Fallen Leaves Tried it at the Dirty South Will Call yesterday. This was everything that I loved about Halloween: San Francisco. Wet, fresh, fall leaves. If I hadn't already had two bottle of the H:SF I would have snapped it up in a skinny minute.
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Autumn — overlooked my Knitting Dyes — said He — have I Could disparage a Flamingo Show Me them — said I Cochineal — I chose — for deeming It resemble Thee And the little Border — Dusker For resembling Me For my knitter posse! A warm scent, as delicate as lace and as soft as cashmere, and as cozy as wool, punctuated with red currant for the blazing red of cochineal and surrounded a border of soft grey ambergris and a swirl of autumn leaves. Interesting as hell, and beautiful when it dries down. When I first applied this, I mostly got the leaves. Like a pile of damp leaves, which isn't bad because I totally associate that smell with fall. But then as it dries, the fuzzy grey ambergris comes out to play and suddenly the scent becomes slightly resiny, soft, and cozy. Really gorgeous, and a surprise morpher.
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Some folk in courts for pleasure sue, An’ some ransack the theatre: The airy nymph is won by few; She’s of so coy a nature. She shuns the great bedaub’d with lace, Intent on rural jokin An’ spite o’ breeding, deigns to grace A merry Airshire rockin, Sometimes at night. At Halloween, when fairy sprites Perform their mystic gambols, When ilka witch her neebour greets, On their nocturnal rambles; When elves at midnight-hour are seen, Near hollow caverns sportin, Then lads an’ lasses aft convene, In hopes to ken their fortune, By freets that night. At Jennet Reid’s not long ago, Was held an annual meeting, Of lasses fair an’ fine also, With charms the most inviting: Though it was wat, an’ wondrous mirk, It stopp’d nae kind intention; Some sprightly youths, frae Loudon-kirk, Did haste to the convention, Wi’ glee that night. The nuts upon a clean hearthstane, Were plac’d by ane anither, An’ some gat lads, an’ some gat nane, Just as they bleez’d the gither. Some sullen cooffs refuse to burn; Bad luck can ne’er be mended; But or they a’ had got a turn, The pokeful nits was ended Owre soon that night. A candle on a stick was hung, An’ ti’d up to the kipple: Ilk lad an’ lass, baith auld an’ young, Did try to catch the apple; Which aft, in spite o’ a’ their care, Their furious jaws escaped; They touch’d it ay, but did nae mair, Though greedily they gaped, Fu’ wide that night. The dishes then, by joint advice, Were plac’d upon the floor; Some stammer’d on the toom ane thrice, In that unlucky hour. Poor Mall maun to the garret go, Nae rays o’ comfort meeting; Because sae aft she’s answered no, She’ll spend her days in greeting, An’ ilka night. Poor James sat trembling for his fate; He lang had dree’d the worst o’t; Though they had tugg’d and rugg’d till yet, To touch the dish he durst not. The empty bowl, before his eyes, Replete with ills appeared; No man nor maid could make him rise, The consequence he feared Sae much that night. - Janet Little The scent of chatty witches gossiping with neighbors at midnight: ripe red apples, honey mead, poppy seed cakes, a trickle of sweet 7-year aged patchouli, and bundles of dry herbs. apples and hay with herbs. patchouli come out after a while to mellow it out.
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Siste viator. I have very short hair, and was very excited about this because as a guy I can't usually (as much as I'd like to) pull off the more floral, exotic, strongly scented glosses. I don't need much. For some reason this iteration of hair gloss spray has a much more clear and easy to spray, non-clogging top. Hope this holds up! In a nutshell, this is dark, broody, but a bit drier and more high pitched than I expected. I expected some dark, thrummy musk, but this is predominantly a smoky tobacco (more the flower, although it's dry, crisp, bronze, if that makes sense). The clove, while present, is not as strong as in such things as Velvet Bandito or the Black Clove candle. The type of dirt is not the exuberant moist filthiness of Graveyard Dirt, but more the same tone found in Down the Rabbit Hole. The overall effect is a truly 'environmental' and evocative scent, while not traditionally pleasant, will appeal to those who like dry, potting soil, and an earthy, yet not overpowering, light aura of fragrance in the hair. I kind of smell like a hipster zombie. Two paws up!
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MARSHMALLOW PUMPKIN Marshmallow goo and pumpkin pulp! If you have the Marshmallow Pumpkin scent from last year then you already know what you're getting here... it's marshmallow-y goodness with a bit of spice. I use my bath oils as body oils after my shower. I'm so happy to have a lathering product to use with the scent oil. and the label art is fabulous. The cartoon girl is wearing BPAL socks!
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Woodmoke, glowing embers, drifting ash, and the memory of bones. At first spray, this is a high pitched, sharp smoke, which wasn't what I expected. But it quickly dissipated into something warm and comfy. There is a hint of things thrown into this bonfire besides firewood- it's not strictly a campfire, but perhaps some old boards with rusty nails are burning in the bonfire, giving just a hint of metal in with the wood. As it fades, the wood burns down into that familiar campfire smell, and softens into the smell you have left in your hair or on a sweater the next day after the bonfire is gone. Interestingly, this isn't as strong or long-lasting as Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Pyre, which lasts for days. This is a good smoke scent for those of us who miss having a fireplace and want to add that touch of coziness to the home. It's really lovely to add a touch of smoke when sprayed alongside another room spray, such as Konditorie, Samhain, or other foodie sprays.
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Smoke-touched and dusky. I will do a quick review with this one straight from the mailbox, because I'm sure others are waiting with anticipation just like I was to read about the new Weenie glosses. I'll come back and add to this after I have a chance to do a real test on my hair, which already has another hair gloss in it today. I have done a quick sniff of Autumn Leaves & Haitian Patchouli (barely a spray into my palms) and it is a dried leaves and grasses scent. As a quick comparison, the Amber & Patchouli hair gloss is a sweet patchouli scent where the patchouli is very present, and is one of my favorites by far, which is saying a lot since I love my wide variety of hair glosses. This one is not sweet at all, it's Beth's red leaf note found in so many of the autumn scents. The leaves are dry and the patchouli is in the background and adds to the grounded herbal feeling of this. It's definitely not hippie patchouli. Initial impression is that it will be a great autumnal scent, not an "in your face" patchouli scent at all, and would be worn starting in late summer when you are craving autumn but it's too hot to wear your full-on Halloween scents. I can't wait to give it a full test on my hair. Edited to add full test on clean hair and after letting bottle rest a couple of days: FABULOUS!! On towel-dried hair, to comb through tangles, I can smell the patchouli more. After blow-drying with a diffuser, a couple more sprays on the ends. The leaves are there but very well-blended with the patchouli, and it's sweeter on my hair than I first thought it would be, though hardly what one would call a sweet scent. I need a backup bottle STAT. Anyone who loves Beth's scents with leaf notes, buy this now. So warm and autumnal.
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Bottle: very piney on first sniff On my skin is has a wonderful transformation from wet to dry that smells like the stages of a wildfire. First I get a forest scent, but then the smoke emerges with a warmth behind it. Finally I'm left with a smoldering cedar fire scent.
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Black pine and crooked oaks draped with Spanish Moss, dimly lit by flickers of juniper. Oh, baby. This is like a brooding, Black-Forest like atmosphere spray that brings to mind a deep forest that you really shouldn't be in. Add to that a quiet room and you can be transported to the center of a forboding grove. While the predominant topnote is a pretty classic pine, the oak supports it with a powerful, warm midnote. The spanish moss is present in a slight sourness / tang to the pine top notes, and the juniper comes across mostly as tiny spark of gin-berry. The overall drydown is a blended mixture of 'forest' and this would be super awesome for a forest-themed halloween party. I can see this also being a fall / Eastern Europe forest atmosphere inducer. Mmm.
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Oakmoss, lavender absolute, petitgrain, rockrose, white patchouli, and sage. In the bottle it's gorgeous -- lavender and sweet sage with a hint of something warm underneath it. As soon as it hits my skin the sage and lavender really bloom, and the lavender picks up the more dark and spicy end that Beth's lavender can get sometimes. I was worried about the patchouli, but it's white patchouli and not dark patchouli -- it's a simulataneously very warm and ethereal patchouli that just underpins the whole deal. I wound up liking about half of the Visions of Autumns in the bottle, but I think VI might be my favorite. It's more a spicy herbal than a flowery herbal. It's great now, and I think it's going to be even greater with another few months of aging.
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Haitian vetiver, tea leaf, Himalayan cedar, and apricot rind. I think this is a blend that needs some age to smooth it out and bring out the subtler tea leaf and apricot rind, because all I got was VETIVER (which I love) and cedar. Oddly, I was also getting a coffee vibe, and I have no idea where that was coming from.
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Pumpkin artwork by Messy Nessie! Pumpkin with Atlas cedar, black fig, Laotian benzoin, bourbon vanilla, and copal. Sweet, chewy and dark, Fig Newtons in the Pumpkin Patch =) The cedar tempers the sweetness just a titch without turning into pencils on me. Fans of Gomorrah and Molly Grue should love this!
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A vampiric good time. Sexy and suckable: black cherry brandy and a whisper of red wine. 2014 Version This is all sweet, juicy cherries when wet; red candy smoothness when dry. I can't pick out any brandy or wine but there's a warmth underneath that might be their contribution. Yes, it's a little cough syrup-y at first, but that fades with time. Poor cherries, to forever be associated with cough syrup (and, in turn, illness). But yeah, this is exactly what I wanted it to be: a sweet, lush "red" scent that I can wear alone or use for layering (mostly layering as I love sweet redness and I must sweeten and redden ALL THE THINGS). I have visions of this mixed with Blood Popsicle and Hollywood Babylon. I like those visions. The vampire imagery doesn't hurt, either. Vaaaaaaaaampires.
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Patchouli, aquilaria aguillocha, and Manuka honey. Oh my, being first is gonna be tough >_< I have the original release of the Tricky bath oil, and love it! The bath oil is quite strong to me so it's used sparingly, though. HAIR GLOSS REVIEW I detect more honey than patchouli in this hair gloss, and the throw is more subtle and lingering. The aquilaria aguillocha apparently is some kind of Agarwood or Oud (according to my limited Google-fu). Normally I find Oud overpowering and avoid it, but not here! The gloss itself still does wonderous things for my mane - and I am BEYOND THRILLED that the throw is more subtle than the Bath Oil, because it means that I can wear it at my conservative workplace without worry! Great job Puddin' and the Labby Goblins!
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Graham crackery and cream cheesy! Cinnamon brown sugary! This year’s is a bit more carroty! (But not too carroty!) Smells absolutely decadent! I usually can't handle spicy scents but this has enough foody goodness with the graham cracker/cream cheese and carrot to tone it down. So yummy!!
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A brew for the dead: dried chrysanthemum petals, black tea leaf, and black poisonwood bark sweetened with honey. A swirling, almost dusty blend. There's something leafy about it, I think it may be the bark. This is floral with a hint of sweet.
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The scent of fallow fields, faraway conflagrations consuming dry, parched grasses, and crops failing under the relentless heat of a dying sun. Fleshy pumpkin again, orange meat and slightly spicy. A hint of the hay note, a little tiny bit of vetiver or smoke lingering in the background. Comparisons would be made to Scarecrow, which has a stronger cologne/topnote bite and definitely more hay. This is a pumpkin kissed a little bit by grasses and smoke. There's a huskiness to the blend, and while it is not SWEET, this is not a very dark blend. It is holiday appropriate. Not as atmospheric as I would have liked... That being said, this would be more a 'trick or treating' smell of lit jackolanterns in suburbia' type of scent!
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Grey pumpkin husk and bruised violets blanketed by creeping white mycelium, black mosses, and toxic subterranean mushrooms. I love violets, but pumpkin goes horribly bad on my skin in most blends. Was most intrigued by this particular scent! Sprayed in the air and on a small corner of a blanket, this is definitely dominated initially by a squashy, yet warm pumpkin. It's not a cold one, I see the guts and stringy seeds. While violet is listed as a note, I'm not getting that the flower is a dominant player (wolf sad-face). There may be some slight coolness, but I still get a spicy, slightly fruity (blueberry? playing tricks on me with the violet?) pumpkin with a touch of creamy spice. I get a hint of the dry mosses (this is a little oakmoss tinge), but no particular strong mushroom scent. A slightly cool pumpkin scent. Not quite what I was expecting. I got too many of them, although I can anticipate using these as WONDERFUL Halloween party scenting. Wish there had been more of a pure violet but pumpkin trounced that idea flat! Puddin' put a note 'Violet Weenies!' in my order. See, if that actually happens, please go to your nearest ER to treat gangrenous priapism :|.
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Literally everything. Brand new out of the mailbox, and I've already tested another gloss in my hair. But I'll give a quick impression here, because I'm sure people are waiting for reviews as anxiously as I've been. I'll come back and edit after I can do a full test in my hair. This is exactly as described- all pumpkin pie spices, just a bit of pumpkin. Very much like the original Pumpkin Pie bath oil which is very spicy. There is no buttery pumpkin in this and it doesn't smell like a jack o'lantern either. I am a huge fan of pumpkin pie and yes, PSL from Starbucks. This is the dream scent for every white girl with yoga pants, and now you can wear it in your hair. I can already tell I'm going to want a backup bottle of this, because I need to have enough on hand to also layer it with other glosses when I want to spice them up.
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A furious scent, powerful and scorching, running red with fire and blood: pumpkin with red musk, pimento, red pepper absolute, red vetiver, rose geranium, and crushed red poppies. This is more red musk and pepper than rose or vetiver. I am delighted by that. The pimento and poppies add a bit of green and a bit of mellowness at the same time. But that is only a background to the dark spiceyness.
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