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Update on the Panties on Fire blend: Underpants takes over Bengal after 6 hours! Moral of the story: Never underestimate the power of a good pair of undies!

I think this is an excellent addition, particularly since I know someone who's in Mensa, and I usually check my watch when I first encounter him at a gathering, and then time how long it's going to take for him to mention that he's in Mensa.

I think I need a combo that would be "Mullet-Repellent!" If I picked the two scents that really didn't work on me at all, and layered them, it would be "Sacred Whore of Babylon" and "Paris." So when I ran into mullets, I would become the "Scared Whore of Paree" and the mullets would run from the stale, murky flower pot water smell! BTW, I meant to type "Scared" and not "Sacred" in that last fragrance combo, because it would, in fact, be a really scary combination!

In "Watership Down" there was a rabbit legend of the Fairy Wogdog. Here's a photo of her: Or is she Ella, the Good Witch?

Once I painted her tootienails whorehouse red; she was NOT pleased.

I have on a new layering adventure today; I bought a bottle of Bengal from chappiti on the forum (BTW, check out her avatar, I love it). While I really love Bengal, (or why would I have a bottle of it?), it tends to light up on my body for a bit. By that I mean, the cinnamon bark makes my skin flush rosy red for a brief time. So this morning I put down a nice layer of O (kind of like a paint primer) and then put Bengal over it. Yummy! Since I think Bengal smells like redhot candies over musk, and O smells, well, like O, I'm calling this blend Candy-O. That name is stolen from the title of an album by The Cars, which had this cover: And now, for a brief aside: A friend called me and told me to turn on the Today show, because they were doing a shoe fashion show. Naturally, the Shoe Whore-Foot Fetishist turned it on right away. I just finished watching it. They were doing very close close-ups of each model's feet, and ARRGGHH! One of the models had on a pair of open-toe, slingback shoes and SHE HAD CRUSTY HEELS! OK, I know it was a big closeup, but I shudder to think how it looked on HDTV. I probably would have vomited. And who picked her to model shoes? Why didn't they put her in a pair of closed-back shoes? And if you had even 1 hour's notice that you had to sub for someone as a shoe model, would you at least do a little buffing and shining? Arrggh!!! At least I didn't see any French Manicures on the toenails, thank goodness. I would have screamed so loud that I would have frightened my coworkers. Ahem, sorry to anyone who was eating as they read this. You probably had a hard time swallowing.

That is so cute! Thanks for finding it... it's now the wallpaper on my computer!

I was agonizing over my choices, and then our minilux suggested that my blend of Coyote and Smut be called Red Hot Pants Riding Hood, and I knew right away that she'd actually come up with my personalized member name!

Manila, in the imp, smelled very floral/tropical/banana. It kind of made me want to start singing "The Banana Boat Song." Once it hit my skin, the floral and banana competed for attention, and then the floral won out. It's a very spicy, exotic sort of floral, completely unlike anything I've tried before. Interestingly, on my body, Manila burned off after an hour or so -- normally my body hangs to to floral and woods notes and amps them to an ridiculous degree. But on my body chemistry, Manila was not long-lasting. For anyone who yearns to hang on to the smells of a tropical island vacation, this is the scent for you.

The shoes were nice, not terribly hot, but slingback open toes, black patent leather, not very high heels. (Can you believe I noticed that much in between looking at her feet?)

I believe the story is, that The Cars got Vargas to come out of retirement to do that cover! It's so cool.

The name "Gracie" is very charming, for it reminds me of the old comedy team of George Allen and Gracie Burns, and it simply has a very sweet, lilting quality to it. P.S. One wedding photo, just one...please? Edited to correct early morning inability to write complete sentences.

If you're Grouchy, then I'm the Harpy, and I haven't been posting much for similar reasons. May we both see the bright side soon! (Actually, just looking up a photo of Harpo made me smile!) ETA: I put up a smaller photo of Harpo. I don't think in real life, that he was as big as the first photo!

Ephemera, in the imp, is very violet and floral to my nose -- I rather like violets, so that's not a bad thing. I associate violets with the dark and brooding side of the Victorian era, and also of being a little kid, because my mom always had violet bubble bath. Once it hit my body, the lily and geranium really went to work with the violet. When it dried down, it started smelling like violet-scented soap, which again, isn't a bad association with me -- perhaps not my favorite way to smell, or in keeping with the image I want to project, but not unpleasant. Then, after a couple of hours, it really calmed down into a very delicate, soft, violet and chamomile scent. Chamomile is a favorite herb, and a very delicate scent, and after the stronger components of the blend burned off, it came into bloom. Again, to me, it's a Victorian scent that is very girly and delicate.

Actually, she was more annoyed about having to hold still than being tarted up! She enjoys the attention when you stand there and laugh, because she thinks she's being cute and clever. I know people like that, actually...

Dood, that sounds like so much fun! I used to do more estate sales/garage sales, and I just don't do it any more. The town I live in just isn't large enough to have much more than boring garage sales with lots of tacky furniture and pewked-on kid's clothing. But it does make me get the itch to start checking out the auction/estate sale ads in classified and head over to a few of them to see what's around. BTW, if you ever see a "Have Gun Will Travel" (Palladin) lunch box from the late 1950's/early 1960's that isn't beat to hell and is under $50, buy it and I will PayPal the money (plus a finder's fee!) to you so fast your head will spin! I have been looking for one of those babies for years and they are usually a too pricey on eBay.

Et Lux Fuit is a very complex blend, and it's delightful to read how its various notes bloom differently on each person! In the bottle, ELF is so complex that I can't really pull any note out except to say that it's an amber and floral blend. I really don't pick up a lot of citrus. Once it's on my skin, I get amber and vanilla musk with the spice of carnation. That's the top three notes that I can detect at first, but after an hour or so, there's also a nectary, almost pollen-like undertone that comes from the honeycomb and the sunflowers. It's a lush, warm scent -- I associate it with bumblebees and honeybees moving drunkenly around a heavily floral, pollen-laden flower garden, and hummingbirds hovering over blossoms. It's very beautiful and intriguing, and I really love it.

In the bottle, this is sweet! Very sugary and grapefruit-ginger. Interesting, but swa-weeet! On my skin, it's even sweeter! It's a ginger-sugar with what seems like a lemony tone, but I know that's the grapefruit. My Hungry Ghost is apparently a diabetic who can't shove enough lemon-flavored Jolly Ranchers and ginger drops in his mouth! Truly, I think this is a very young, breezy, fun blend for anyone who loves sweet scents and wants to try something with an Far Eastern flair. It reminds me of an Asian version of Hollywood Babylon, if that makes any sense -- very sweet, but with an interesting undertone of the not-so-sweet.

Chaos Theory III, bottle CCXXXVIII, or bottle 238: In the bottle, it's very green, grassy, wildflower-smelling. It's very much the green of a field or a meadow and not a forest. Once on the skin, the green floral quality really blooms for a bit (maybe 15-30 minutes) and then dries down into a smell that's very much like a field of freshly mown hay. After an hour or two, it smells like freshly mown hay with bright sunflowers and other fresh wildflower-herbal smells. This is an early June on the prairie sort of smell, when everything is very fresh and green and verdant. That's the word that I would most use to describe this scent -- verdant. It's extremely natural and it very much reminds me of the fields and meadows where I live. There may also a be bit of an amber or musk in the blend that gives it a slight powdery undertone, but it's very secondary in comparison to the sweet grass smell. It's really lovely and I'm going to enjoy it a great deal! Thanks to the Lab, this was so much fun!!!

One of the reasons that I love this forum is because (other than the amusing, funny, intelligent, kind and lovely smell-obsessed members,) it is very well moderated. I used to go onto another forum and spent most of my time there as a lurker, in large part because it wasn't really moderated and the "host" was a bright, well-versed, but utterly mercurical and sometimes Just Plain Nuts person. She'd caused a drama in another forum that resulted in an exodus to her current forum, which was set up specifically so she could host it and provide her expertise, which she does indeed have, in between psychotic episodes. But predictably, she's had another melt-down in the last week and is turning against forum members and the business who's hosting the forum. A good friend who also used to participate told me about the drama, and it was indeed a fiasco, complete with conspiracy theories and accusations of slander. I looked at it for a while and jokingly suggested to my friend that one of us make a post to the forum that has now become a war zone with a suggestion for a mantra. My thanks go to darkitysnark for the inspiration behind the mantra: "Ohm yamma ramma drama llama drama!"

Hooray for being a Leo! With Mercury in retrograde in Leo, I've noticed a lot of Leos are telling everyone that we're Leos, not that we aren't always proud of it, for we're Leos, but there must be something going on with all of that retrograde business right now. I was pretty shy for a long time, and while I've always externalize my Leo-ness in some ways, I still have a certain reserve. I do like to think of it as a rather feline reserve. Lions don't sit around and roar all day, they reserve it for when it's needed. But I also think Leo kids tend to be suppressed a lot when they're growing up, sometimes by parents, sometimes by schools, sometimes by society. Often it drives us into a bit of a shell. The most stereotypically Leo-like person I know, from externalized appearances and behaviors, is a Pisces. But underneath it all, he doesn't have the Leo resolve. So consider yourself a "stealth Leo." People don't know what's going to hit them when you're quiet and fly under the radar!

I have this tendency to layer my BPAL scents, and then name the blend, as in Smut-O-Rama. I also mixed Lovitar and Smut one night. I'm still surprised that I didn't explode -- that's mixing two incendiary substances! And it's a bit of a BDSM mix that wouldn't be for public consumption, and would naturally need to worn with leather underwear. It was dubbed Joe Perry Bait. (And of course, thanks again to the Diva of Icons, minilux, for providing me with the customized beauties!) I really do try out these blends because I get curious, or more often than not, I want to juice things up a bit. Every time I get something a bit low-key, I decide to toss in some heat. (I'm a Leo.) So tonight, I decided to see what would happen if I put down a nice layer of Coyote and then dabbed a bit o' Smut on top. It's nice. I went out to get some iced tea and read at a coffee house, and the girls working there were leaning over the counter inhaling me, because they liked it that much. Of course, they now have the Lab's web site address and are officially enabled. But that blend... do I call it Coyote Smut or Smut E. Coyote?

How 'bout "Nekkid Bada-Didda Boing?"

I have a gay friend who we call "hot pants" every now and then, so now I can be his sidekick!

Actually, you're closer to my thinking than you might guess. Here goes my whack subreferences: Coyote, by itself, puts me in the pensive Joni Mitchell "Coyote" mood. Layer Smut over the top of Coyote and Warren Zevon's "Werewolves of London" started running through my head, and you know, that goes: "Arrrrrr-OOOO, Werewolves of London..."