I got my first BPAL order! I got seven little imps:
Jack
The Black Tower
White Rabbit
Zombi
Blood Kiss
Kumiho (frimp!)
Grand Guignol
At first, when I smelled the cluster of imps, I was dismayed. Oh no, I thought. This smells like an incense store! I hate incense! I'm so disappointed. But then, I opened my vial of Jack.
Oh Lord. All you BPALers out there aren't nuts. First, I got a snootful of butter and rum, and then I got... flowers? Flowers from Jack? Color me confused. But that first sniff indicated to me that yes, BPAL scents do morph, and yes, they do smell divine.
So I put on some Jack. Had a little trouble getting the imp closed and leaked oil down the side (aw, man) but I rubbed all that oil all over my other wrist.
Ten minutes in, Jack keeps wafting cinnamon at me, with occasional shouts of butter. I'm amazed. I'm delighted. I'm in love. When I leave my hand down low by my hip, I smell like pumpkin pie. Good sweet Lord in heaven. I was afraid to believe. Now I do.
Guess who smells of Jack? Yes! It's me. I smell absolutely wonderful right now.
So? Yesterday? In a fit of decadence and stress? I bought six more imp's ears - all cat themed. I can't own a cat, because my sweetie's allergic to them (in a big, he ain't kidding kind of way), but I'm a Leo, and I like cats.
Here's the haul:
Hellcat
The Lion
Lyonesse
Bengal
Black Cat
Bastet
*happydance*
I was happy being poor. I lived on the ragged edge of "squeaking by", clipping coupons and buying budget coffee. Along came BPAL, and everything changed. I applied for a third job. I created a budget. I haunt the BPAL website in my spare time, and now I'm wasting away on the forums.
There are imps on the way, oh yes. They'll invade my house and settle on my pulse points. They'll drive me to distraction with conflicting emotions, and in November I will place a second order.
I'm doomed.
