tereshkova2001

Peachy, as Death might say, and as a scent description. It's a very sparkly, faerie scent; the peach and the flowers are bound together (but not grounded) by the musk and oakmoss. This has the same vibrant sparkle as Titania. We'll see if it has the same changeable tendencies.

A nondescript floral; light, pretty enough, but not remarkable. I get maybe a hint of dampness, but mostly a perfumey floral that sticks close to the skin.

This is light and fruity and sweet. It reminds me very much of Fire Pig, only without the grounding influence of the pine. It didn't last terribly long, but it smells beautiful wet, so I reapplied a lot. I really love this, but I think I will pass it on, simply because I have lots of Fire Pig and this is the same mood. But I now know a good GC replacement.

A light, soft floral. I can definitely pick out the white rose and the lily, which are nice but not overpowering. After several hours, it's a touch grassier and greener, but still light and pretty. It's pretty much gone after 8 hours. I like this one quite a bit; more than I expected to. White rose has such a gentle, pretty scent, not like conventional rose at all.

The H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society, in their solstice album A Very Scary Solstice, pronounces it more or less phonetically. Listen to "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Fish-Men" to hear the phrase, "Ya-ha-nuth-lay is deeper than they know." Actually, listen to all of it, because it's funny. Mind you, I'm not saying they're right, or wrong. But that's how I've been saying it.

I'd suggest Suspiro: "A Latin word that means to sigh or draw a deep breath, that also suggests longing, desire, yearning, and a passionate wish. Ylang ylang with white plum, white orchid, jasmine, calla lily and lily of the valley." On me, about all I could smell was the ylang ylang. Of course, my skin burns off top notes like none other, but it's worth a try.

Oberon is the masculine version of Dublin--a misty forest, but with no sweetening or softening. The juniper and patchouli anchor the scent, and, on me at least, the orchid is dark and rich. Not that I can really pick out notes--just this lovely dark strong scent. I nearly gave up both Oberon and Titania, but I love A Midsummer Night's Dream too much. I'm glad I came back.

A wonderfully Christmas scent. It's warm and spicy, like a rich burgundy velvet. The wine and berries are dominant, and (what I think is) Dragon's Blood provides body. This would be perfect to wear in winter, to SCA court events, or to scent Christmas cards with. But in springtime, it's much too rich. I'll save it for a few seasons and try again in November.

A delightful mix of florals, not sticky sweet or harsh, but a lovely soft blend. The ylang ylang is most detectable, but the other flowers are there as well. This is exactly my sort of floral scent. Win!

My perfect rose scent. The leather isn't detectable as such, but it definitely stabilizes the blend and adds a complication, or subtlety. The rose is red and soft. These aren't buds or blossoms, but flowers that have been open for several days, heavy and lush. I've been looking for something I can use to scent my artificial feather roses, and I think this is it. Especially the red rose I keep in the brim of my leather Cavalier hat. The rose and leather of Whip has exactly the same synergy of that outfit.

Ahhhhh. Sugared vanilla over something dark and deep. Warm, delicious, and darkly passionate. Someone is hiding a secret.

Rich and dark. It takes a few minutes to settle in, but it smells delightful once it does. If you can imagine the scent of a head shop, but subtle, well blended, warm, and smooth. It's a very swashbuckling sort of scent; one I could imagine Elizabeth Swann-Turner wearing. "I will sing you pirate songs and tell you pirate stories, of Wendy when she'd had her fill of Pan and his Lost Boys."--SJ Tucker

I think this is permanently associated with Rupert Giles. Certainly it is masculine, although it does soften around the edges after an hour or so, enough that I can wear it fine. The rosewood and dry leather were most noticable, but this is a masterful blend and no single note is prominent. I bet it would be lovely for days when I feel powerful and androgynous.

Justice and sensuality, all right. Measured and balanced, with the sage and musk coming across as strong and the sweet pea there to soften it a bit. Puts me in mind of that exquisite painting of Liberty and Justice kissing (I won't hotlink, but it's at http://www.mindpollen.com/liberty_and_justice.jpg). This I really love. Ya know, I do my best to write reviews, but the description really captures everything I could say. Imagine "judicious yet powerfully sexy", and that's what this smells like.

The sandalwood is warm and rich, as ever. It's warmed and gentled by all the plants, giving it depth and subtlety. Remarkably good, and not something I would have picked myself. Yay, Beth!

Irish coffee in the vial, very strongly, and the dusty book scent appears on my wrists. It almost overpowers the coffee. The wooden hallways disappear into the background. If I were seated in a reading room at the great library, with an ancient book open, nose buried in it, occasionally emerging to sip some spiked coffee to stay awake, it would smell like this. Behind my ears, the sweet Irish coffee stays stronger. The dust scent lingers for 2 or more hours, and then fades to the coffee scent, which stays very close to the skin. This works lovely on my hair, where it stays truer to the bottle scent.

On first application, crisp and woody. It's very powerful. Twenty minutes or so later, shifts cleanly to a passionate floral. The orchid is powerful and deliciously sensual. Strong, yet subtle, with just enough throw that I can smell it if I bring my wrists near my face. This is what I was looking for when I came to BPAL--a scent with power and conviction, one to wear for seminars and defences in graduate school.

Kali, the Black One, is the fearless Goddess of Destruction, Creation, Energy [in her Shakti aspect] and Dissolution. Also named Kaliratri [black Night] and Kalikamata [black Earth-Mother], she is the fiercest aspect of Devi, the supreme mother goddess. Kali is a protector Goddess, the destroyer of evil spirits and guardian of the faithful. She, along with her consort Shiva, represent the unending cycle of death and birth, sexual union, creation and destruction. Kali annihilates ignorance, maintains the natural order of the world, and blesses those who strive for spiritual awareness and knowledge of true holiness with infinite tenderness and motherly love. The constant, unending Work of Creation is called the "The Play of Kali". This perfume is a blend of the sacred blooms of cassia, hibiscus, musk rose, Himalayan wild tulip, lotus and osmanthus swirled with offertory dark chocolate, red wine, tobacco, balsam and honey. It's a mix of dark florals, with none of the chocolate or wine I loved in Centzon Totochtin. The base notes must be there, but they don't register for me. Wait--several hours after applying, I can barely pick them out, and now the flowers are gone. The late drydown, with the honey and chocolate, is yummy, but it takes far too many hours to get there. Shame, that.

Warm and sensual. Something like a large, dangerous cat sprawled in the sunshine, utterly relaxed but still posessed of sharp claws, just in case. Different from Tenochtitlan, but the same amber note is recognizable. It smells like golden light, both the sunlight and the Cat's eyes. Ah--this is Bastet as the mountain lion, an aspect I'm more at home with. I'm from the Old West, after all, not Egypt.

Sharp and herbal. Basil or perhaps rosemary, over the steadying scent of lavender. Disappears completely sometime during the night. Has not had any effect on dreams, but I do fall asleep a bit faster and sleep very soundly.

Light, fresh fruits, with the sharpness of metal occasionally making itself known. Reminds me of William Gibson: "The sky was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel." It doesn't quite smell like that Tokyo, but that's part of it, along with Meiji-jinja (a Shinto shrine dating to the 1800's) and Asakusa (a shopping district featuring traditional Japanese foods and clothing). Very lovely; light and youthful.

What Beth said. Big huge flowers, jasmine and honeysuckle, their scent wafting through the sticky-sweet humid air. It has a strong throw, especially on humid days. Coincidence? I think not.

The arid deserts of the Southwest. Warm, dry, and sunny, with the wind carrying a breath of sage and cactus. The amber provides a warm base and the flowers and herbs are deliciously complex. Reminds me of the Southwest, of northern New Mexico and everything that entails. I've never been to Mexico, but this scent is just like our desert.

Sweet and cloying. An amalgam of fruit and flowers, none dominant enough to be identified. Not quite to my taste, but pretty. 3 months later, it's softened and lost that plasticky bite it had. Still a bit sweeter than I really like, but I could see wearing it in very girly moods.

Clean and fresh. Cedar, not the cut wood used in closets but the tree, green and promising of that wood. Subtle florals soften the wood. Some of the orchid I adore in Phantom Queen is there, but here it's refreshing and centering. Not sexy, in fact rather neutral, and something I might wear to teach. It's something like cleaning supplies, but in a fresh green way, not harsh or antiseptic.