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I adore this blend -- it's perfect for spring or summer when I want a lighter scent. It's fresh and bright without being overly flowery. There is something that smells inexplicably of Necco wafers in there, but that does fade eventually. The only problem is that like Glitter, it disappears on my skin at the speed of light. So sad, because it's so delicate and pretty.

This reminds me of a store I once visited where they were burning sage to "purify" the space, or something like that. The smoky smell is just too much for me - it smells like church on a holiday. Sigh.

There's something very odd about this oil compared to some of my others. It's got a thick, heavy quality to it that's very interesting. The scent is delicious -- the amber comes out very heavily on me, as well as the patchouli, but not in a head shop kind of way. It's more of a mysterious follow-a-person around scent. With, oddly enough...a dash of root beer. Yes, root beer. I dunno. But it's , for the whole time I wear it. Definitely a night time scent.

Fjrst sniff: Whoa. Pure Bazooka Joe -- I'm thinking of Lush's Rock Star and that's not a good thing. After mellowing: Mmmm. Much better. Softer and fruitier now, but with a sexy edge that keeps it from feeling childish. Mama like.

Wow...even though I could catch the mint in the bottle, the grapefruit is really what jumps to the top on me -- I think I mistook it for pear at first. It then settles down into a floral blend that is very pretty without being overly sweet. The idea of a "crystalline" scent is very accurate here, because it is sharp, but beautiful and hypnotic. Just gorgeous.

WOW. Oh, wow, oh, wow. This stuff is gorgeous from the moment it hits my wrists. It's amazing. So spicy and exotic and different, it isn't like any perfume I've ever tried. This could definitely end up being a 5 ml for me. Wowsa!

I was really looking forward to trying this one, and I loved the way it smelled in the bottle, sort of fresh and green and sweet and sharp all at once. I could really detect the blackberry scent and it was delicious. Unfortunately, my skin does not like green things. At all. Poor Old Glasgow turned vile on my skin. The blackberry disappeared and this icky flowery scent kicked in instead. Just awful. I may be forced to figure out a way to use it without actually putting it on me, though.

Yay, Elizabeth! Good luck with the accountant. It would be wonderful if you could spend your days doing what you love.

Welcome, Nella! (What a lovely name!)

Yay, good to see you've got your head above water again! Thank you for your hard work and returning emails (I will not speak of my friend who only told me she got her oils in a reply to a comment on her Livejournal... I love her anyway but still...). I'm really impressed and I've never received such good customer service. Vita

It all seems to depend on where you live. UPS rings the doorbell at my house, but usually leaves packages right there on the porch. (Sometimes they hide them behind the railing post.) The mailman usually leaves envelope-shaped things inside the screen door -- even if they might fit through with a bit of shoving. I've never had trouble with getting stuff that required a signature from UPS or FedEx -- usually I can just sign a little "release" that I leave on the doorknob, and they'll redeliver it to wherever I've instructed. USPS is sometimes a little more problematic -- our post office isn't far away but it has a distressingly high moron population behind the counter. Still, anything that would help Elizabeth make sure packages get to us would be a good thing!

Oh, Elizabeth! Please take care of yourself! Girl problems are the absolute worst, I swear. (Well, maybe second worst, gastrointestinal's probably worse, but still...) Please don't worry about delays if it will help you get better. I hope you'll be feeling better soon.

So glad things are happening. I haven't gotten any confirmations yet but I'm sure it's just a matter of time. Unless Elizabeth's computer decides that it never wants to speak to AOHell again... Vita, on pins and needles

Oh, dear. I think mine are in there. So sorry, Elizabeth!