doomsday_disco Report post Posted August 21 A fussy, irritable, irascible dragon with a taste for drama, velvet throw pillows, cryptic social media posts, ink-smeared burn books, biting commentary, and vintage clothing with a past. Its scales are the color of dried blood, old bruises, clove-spiked pomegranate, aged patchouli, and vermouth. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
DigitalCoyote Report post Posted Thursday at 03:27 PM (edited) Wet: Immediate burst of patchouli that quickly dissipates. Dry: Bright pomegranate, herbs (I'm guessing that's the vermouth), and what I think is dragon's blood or red musk (sweet, earthy/woody). Clove tends to scream on me and it's MIA. Very dry: Pomegranate. I'd liken it to Pomegranate, Spicy Geranium, Black Musk, and Peach Pulp for the pomegranate and musk/musk-adjacent notes bit it's lacking sweetness or flower-based "spice." I feel like I can't smell it anymore, which usually means my skin is eating it or it's about to smack someone in the face 10 ft away from me. We'll find out. Edited Thursday at 03:28 PM by DigitalCoyote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
artisjok Report post Posted 10 hours ago Oh, Puce, what a fussy creature you are. This was one of the risky buys from DragonCon for me, but, after hearing Tom’s live review, I was intrigued & hoped for the best. Truly, the impression of being in someone else’s home/space is on point, like the smells of their draperies and packed bookshelves and couches, all permeated with “lived-in” essence. Not stinky, but personal. I feel like there’s a fabric note, as well. The pomegranate is what actually throws the experience for me. I’m sitting here in this pleasent living space, trying to absorb the details, and Pom is just obnoxiously bopping itself right in the middle of my vision. It’s does that pomegranate thing, where it turns into a powdery sweettart and overtakes the scene. Interestingly, the other notes do hold on around the edges, so if pom plays nice for you, it will probably be just fine. I wish the patchouli was a lot louder, but it’s a smooth ol’ dog, napping on the floor. This risk didn’t play out in my favor, but the journey was a unique one, and I’m glad we met, Puce Dragon. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
