doomsday_disco Report post Posted August 21 It doesn’t get more “traditional” than this: a cauldron of tattoo ink infused with sorcerous roots and heady incense. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
bheansidhe Report post Posted September 5 (edited) All of the Flash blends share the same blue-black India ink note, faintly acrid and cool-smelling (how does it smell cool? It smells cool like a fresh, wet sheet of ditto paper just pulled from the mimeograph machine - there's a scent flashback for ya). For Witch Flash it's paired with unapologetically smoky, acrid herbs, rushes, roots, pungent and ferocious, overlaid with sweet incenses. I get hints of grassy vetivert, the scorched husk of a burned cinnamon broom, hay, mandrake, and an incense note that manages NOT to smell like Nag Champa, but is somehow aggressively maroon (???) and tinged with classic frankincense, "if incense were distilled into a cordial" levels of intense. The smoke aspect is biting but sweet (more like The Lights of Men's Lives than Brimstone) The herbal/acrid/smoky aspect reminds me of -- I think -- Witches' Kitchen or The Witches Go to Market. Edited Monday at 06:28 PM by bheansidhe Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
ghoulnextdoor Report post Posted October 31 The blackest black that light refuses to touch, proprietary darkness jealously guarded, Vantablack if it grew roots and got tangled in underground electrical wiring. Dank sour earth threaded with something chemical and adhesive, the smell of vinyl insulation wrapped around ancient woody resins, rubbery and sharp and deliberately strange. A color so black it's basically a monopoly, a void so deliberately crafted it feels witchy by sheer force of absorbing everything around it, turning incense smoke into something industrially arcane and territorially weird. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
