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Mmmm. Crisp, mildly citrusy, aquatic with an edge of tart floral, which would be the gardenia, methinks. The white musk is a soft cushion underneath the sharp high-notes. I think this is my happy fragrance. I also think I am enamoured with gardenia and white ginger now. More of it! First impression: there is hope and joy bursting out of the seams of this scent - wasn't it supposed to be melancholy? I'm not complaining. This is clear springs burbling past grassy banks with wildflowers. The sun is saturating the air with brilliance. My joy. My joy. Then: becomes rounder and deeper, a late afternoon rather than midmorning sun. There is no scent of barley, but it feels like long fields of barley and of rye. There is maturity here, but no despondency. The Lady has given up her comfort and security for a terrifyingly uncertain fate, and she has no regrets. Madly enough, this perfume reminds me of Sting... "You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we walk in fields of gold ..."

That voodoo that you do, oh Voodoo! Apart from the delicious alliteration, this is a vialful of magical goodness. First sniff from the imp: effervescent and spicy, like an exotic cola. Heaps of almonds. Dancing lime. Wet: Yes, the bubbly spiciness is still here: cola, almond, lime. The incense aisle of an indian grocery store...lots of familiar smells mixed in with some notes that are utterly unfamiliar. This perfume is hip, and it knows it! Drydown: The bubbly cola-ness is gone, alas. There is a delicious blend of incenses remaning...patchouli, vanilla and what I am guessing is myrrh. Divine. Sooo many of my favorite notes....I got it for the vanilla and patchouli combination, but then it showed up slathered in thick lime-candy syrup, smoking a clove ciggie. I wish I knew what vetiver and myrrh smell like on their own so I could appreciate them here. Voodoo is now one of my signature scents. It is unique, intensely magical and comforting. The only thing keeping me from ordering a bottle is the notion that (impossible as it sounds) BPAL might have outdone itself and made something even better. I've ordered an imp of Queen. If that is isn't everything that Voodoo is and more, I'll cave in and get a bottle of this Edited to identify notes and add comments.

In the bottle: Sharp and mineral. I get a layer of kerosene, not entirely unpleasant, overlaying everything else. Upon skin: A whiff of baby oil, like johnson's. Seems innocent, but is stony, serious and merciless. Sweetens to a smoky woodiness. This is something I should wear before marching into a council of war. Or maybe while presenting research at a conference I will buy it again, but I cant decide between imp or bottle.