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Vial: Figgy dirty love. On: Oh dear god I want to eat my wrist. Lots of fig. Lots of earthy goodness. Hours later: A little faint, but it might just be because every time I wear this I can't stop huffing it.

I want so badly to love this. Freshly opened and in the bottle I get an insanely boozy chocolate overpowering everything else. Wet on skin It's as if I splashed about in a pan of spiced rum and melted tootsie rolls. Dry I'm starting to find some of the other notes that I'm longing for. Was so excited for the caraway. I've left it sitting for a few months and I'm liking it a little more. The chocolate is settling down. Maybe by fall I'll have just what I want. I can tell those other notes are in there but I have to sit and sniff and sniff and try my hardest to pick them out. No matter what I'm keeping it. Gotta wear it on my birthday. Gotta wear it with my miss monster krampus shirt.

Wow... this just did NOT work on me. In the imp it smelled a little more boozy than I like, but I could smell the leather and tobacco hiding underneath so I gave it a try. Wet on my skin the booziness nearly knocked me off my feet. Weirdly licorice smelling to me, likely the tobacco though, I always think it smells a bit like that if I sniff a freshly opened pack. Dry...ing. I can smell it TRYING to warm up. Trying to sweeten. Trying but smelling at the same time like it's just sitting on top of my skin and refusing to do anything. A few hours later. Wow. Cat pee on the same carpet someone spilled a cigar filled ashtray on? This just isn't for me. Dang. I really liked the name/concept.

This is almost what I wanted it to be. My goal was: Something that smells like pfeffernusse baking in a wood burning stove. What I got was more smokey than the spices, but the cardamom, nutmeg, and pepper were right on. Just wish it weren't so overpowered by the smokiness. Still a big thumbs up from me and an "I don't hate this one" from the manbeast.

You hit the nail right on the head. Hellooo tall dark and scary. This was exactly what I was expecting, and exactly what I was looking for. Something spicy, peppery, and ominous. In the imp... I have no idea what I smell, but I know it makes me want to do naughty things. Wet on: My man actually said... and I quote... "It doesn't suck." This coming from the creature that has turned his nose up or made icky faces at all of my other bpal. Must be the black pepper. He's a sucker for black pepper, and this wet... is super peppery. Dry: Again, no one note sticks out to me. Strange. Usually I can identify something. This? Not so much. But I wouldn't trade it for anything. This is the imp (and soon bottle) that will take an army to pry out of my cold dead hands.

Of all the scents I've tried, I wanted to like this one the most. Imp: I smell... maple syrup? All other notes must still be hiding somewhere. On wet: Maple... syrup. Sickeningly sweet. I should know better than to try something with caramel. Everything turns sweet on me. Dry: I kept it on, hoping that those other notes, the ones I loved, would show up. No luck for me. Stupid skin amped the caramel to the point where people around me thought I may have rolled around in my breakfast. I left it on all day, just wishing I would catch a whiff of something, but by the end of the day was sick to my stomach from the syrup smell. Maybe I'll give this one to my mother. She loves all things caramel. Damn.

Imp: This is probably the only one I've ever opened and exclaimed WOW at first sniff. I was a little afraid to try it out. A strange foresty, mucky smell. On wet: Piney, sticky, dark. Somehow a little more clean than I expected. Nose is now permanently attached to my wrist. I kept saying "I don't know," but at the same time couldn't get enough. Dry: Oh there you are, vetiver. I knew it was in there somewhere, but it took a while to shine. Weak enough on my skin that it didn't overpower the pine, just complimented it. Definitely my new fall back. Very unique. Unlike anything else I've ever used.

Imp: So buttery I almost gagged. I could smell spicy potential though. On, wet: Freakin' divine spiced pumpkin smell. If I could eat my own wrist at this point, I probably would have. Never got to the dry down. Started burning and turning my skin red, so much so that I took a run through the shower and popped a Benadryl. Oh the fun of having super sensitive skin.