wanderlustlover
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Smelled amazingly sweet and warm in the imp, but the moment it touched my skin it was Jasmine dish soap and within ten minutes it was just soap. Appears that I'm really not doing well on flowers in any of the other batches aside from Rapuccinni's Garden.
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Smelled amazingly sweet and warm in the imp, but the moment it touched my skin it was Jasmine dish soap and within ten minutes it was just soap. Appears that I'm really not doing well on flowers in any of the other batches aside from Rapuccinni's Garden.
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Oh, soft, soothing love. It smelled too nuetral in the imp. On my skin I was pleasnantly surprised with refreshing scents crowding upward for freedom. The rose smell, not dominant or overpowering, but faint and light. The hazel, warming the foundation. This reminds me of a walk through the forest at dusk in late spring. The trees are swining in the wind and the musk of bloosmed flowers lingers. This matches my having dressed up today completely. Another keeper.
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Sharp and heady at the first since, with an acrid not in the backdrop. On my skin it became alrmingly only bergamot at once, which is bad, because it screams at me in an agressive way, but luckly within the first twenty or thirty minutes the bergamot lulled into the swelling leather note. During the day I caught some of the anise and patchiuly, but I didn't find much else. I'm slowly becoming curious thought to how it, and the Leather note singularly, might smell on Billy. Because it'd be different, and the women talk about it, as would be proper of masculine scents, right?
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In the imp this smells incredibly waxy and plant-like, as all that comes to me is the rain forest plants, which made me incredibly doubtful of this entire test. It started out as a strong, but thick musk which vanished immediately into a soap scent minutes later. Having written this one off at waxy and soapy, I left it alone for a good thirty minutes. But then I was knocked off by a big surprising. I sniffed it curiously and suddenly there was neither. Sniff. The scent had become an orange-flavored musk. Another hour. Sniff. The scent became the ambergris, amber and musk collection. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Attempt to breathe in wrist skin without needing to breathe. Oooh, luscious gift, you will be kept. I got this as a gift sniffer but I'll be adding this one to my wish list.
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It smells warm and musky in the tube, but once it hits my skin I can finally smell the butter. About an hour later I can smell the softer, almost but not quite sweet scent of the almond. Sadly, the musk and myrrh never emerge from this scent. I never get a whiff or wave of the mentioned psychpomp, wrath, time, wisdom, magic, mystery or spice that should be associated with her. I'd say I could keep this and see how it ages, but i don't think I could where this scent with the deity connotations of the title.
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In the tube, this is rich and darkly scented and on my skin it's pure heaven. When it's applied to my skin it becomes a perfect mix of amber and myrrh scent, which reminds me heavenly of incense with mingled unnamable notes under them. By around mid-day as my boyfriend put it, it's all musk, resin and a touch of something sweet. This lasted through out the whole day and delighted me at every single turn. I think Rappaccini’s Garden has a follower in me.
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In the imp this is a little strong and sickeningly sweet, but the moment it touched my wrist it turned magical. I could smell the strong sweet lily and hot luscious cherry, which mingled well together to produce a sultry scent. Too bad for me, after ten minutes of smelling amazing the oil turned completely to scent of generic bathroom soap and decided to stay that way for the rest of the day. To say the least I was a little heartbroken after it's stupendous start.
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In the bottle this is sharp, sweet and floral, but the moment it hits my skin it screams SOAP. Given a little time it screams SOAP, in a painful head way, but with an undercurrent of nectar scents. Toward the middle of the day, the soap scent fades, but it becomes baby powder with a faint whiff of floral at the end. Now, almost fifteen hours later, it finally smells like violet and gardenia flowers, but the it's too little too late. This one will end up in the trade or wait pile as well.
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This scent was slightly acrid in the bottle, but when it went on the my skin it reminded me of a haunted place. The soft, cold, left alone places. The sweetness of something left overly ripe in the sun, but starting to go already as well. The problem with this scent is that it really doesn't strike any cords with me. Its more faint than anything else, without being to sweet or too spicy or too warm or to neutral. It just really doesn't move me in any direction at all.
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This is sharper scent in the bottle, but evocatively so without being off putting. On my skin I got the scent of a fresh air market bazaar, with heavy incense and the mingled scents of all the things which were sold. The clove, peach and cinnamon were strongest for the morning, but as the day wore on this one settled firmly into a gentle patchouli and cinnamon mixture. Not sure this one is a keeper, but I did like how it started at the very beginning.
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Omg. My second favorite scent now. I was in love from the moment I picked up the imp, the scent of a real rose bursting through the plastic even. On my skin, it's a robust, thick scent of roses and sweet, fruity wine. Given time it smoothes out, adding the dragon's blood in as the sparkle of enrichening warmth.
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In the tube it was strong, but not garishly. On my wrist it was suddenly sharp and pungent. A headache slammed into my head within the first five-ten minutes, which was the first bad sign. A blend that can trigger my migraines would be horrible. The scent stayed hazy and sharp, even as it softened in intensity. Breathing it in deeply on my wrist still causes my temples to throb lightly, so this one will definitely be in the swap pile. It must be something in the mixture of the cypress, ginger, and cyclamen, because the others are fine on me.
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Omg. My second favorite scent now. I was in love from the moment I picked up the imp, the scent of a real rose bursting through the plastic even. On my skin, it's a robust, thick scent of roses and sweet, fruity wine. Given time it smoothes out, adding the dragon's blood in as the sparkle of enrichening warmth.
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This has been my favorite scent in imp hands down for almost a year, and I'm delighted to say it continues to be my favorite imp out of the bottle as well. In the bottle I can smell the delightfully sharp, spicy dragon's blood, mingling with the warmth of other indistinguishable notes. Since going on my skin I've gone through waves of being able to smell the dragon's blood and musk mixed together, full of warmth. Passing in and out I find small whiffs of scent reach me in delicate sweetness of the fig and currant, but regularly when I smell my wrist it's warm musks, spicy dragon's blood and the faint whisper of a sweetness.