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So I had the same experience as mineralgirl (minus living in the midwest or having access to any fresh apple cider doughnuts --- I always have to get them from Trader Joe's and then reheat them in the toaster oven to reactive the cidery goodness). To me, this is a nice non-spiced apple cider scent, but I'm not getting much doughnut at all. I didn't deathmatch the two, but the final drydown ends up being kind of creamy and reminds me of the 2014 version of Hard Cider Cake without the hard aspect of the cider. I debated a bottle when this was available, but went with a decant after remembering my peach doughnut experience. I'm glad I went that route. I think I'll keep my decant to have an apple cider scent to wear during the fall that it's isn't loaded with spices, but I really do wish it were more doughnut-y!
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Warm golden spices enveloped in a swirl of deep resinous amber incense and palo santo, sparkling with a celestial bouquet of heliotrope, bergamot, and star jasmine.
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The crescendo of a phantom’s caress: golden frankincense and cardamom smothered by honeyed kisses of labdanum, red rose, merlot, black oud, and myrrh. After all these dreams there remained on waking a remembrance of having been in a place very nearly dark, and of having spoken to people whom I could not see; and especially of one clear voice, of a female’s, very deep, that spoke as if at a distance, slowly, and producing always the same sensation of indescribable solemnity and fear. Sometimes there came a sensation as if a hand was drawn softly along my cheek and neck. Sometimes it was as if warm lips kissed me, and longer and longer and more lovingly as they reached my throat, but there the caress fixed itself. My heart beat faster, my breathing rose and fell rapidly and full drawn; a sobbing, that rose into a sense of strangulation, supervened, and turned into a dreadful convulsion, in which my senses left me and I became unconscious.
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A shimmering pool of coppery red musk, Dracaena cinnabari, clove bud, cacao, and lead. The grave of the Countess Mircalla was opened; and the General and my father recognized each his perfidious and beautiful guest, in the face now disclosed to view. The features, though a hundred and fifty years had passed since her funeral, were tinted with the warmth of life. Her eyes were open; no cadaverous smell exhaled from the coffin. The two medical men, one officially present, the other on the part of the promoter of the inquiry, attested the marvelous fact that there was a faint but appreciable respiration, and a corresponding action of the heart. The limbs were perfectly flexible, the flesh elastic; and the leaden coffin floated with blood, in which to a depth of seven inches, the body lay immersed.
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A fragrance inspired by the buzzing prophesies of nymphs, the devotions of ancient priestesses, and the bounty of honied hives. Wildflower honey, frankincense, olive blossoms, and cinnamon.
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Turns out this is a thing that vampires are into. A warm mug of dark chocolate and cream with a dribble of blood.
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An icon of Poland’s history and culture, Stańczyk was King Sigismund I the Old’s court jester at the height of the Rebirth and his wit, intelligence, and eloquence is venerated to this day. His fame and influence – and the mysteries surrounding his life – are such that some consider him a myth. Jan Matejko’s depiction of Stańczyk is lush and shadowed, rife with despair and ill-omen, and so is our perfume: scarlet silk, spiced rose petals, well-worn red leather, Oman frankincense, labdanum, dried cherries, and blackberry wine.
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A dangerously dark and intoxicating floral, Jarmara is equal parts menacing and irresistible, teetering on the knife’s edge between seduction and peril. It is equal parts the seductive kiss of a vampire and the lethal poison slipped into a lover’s drink by a black widow. Black orchid and scarlet poppies intertwine with rosehips, orris root, opoponax, tolu balsam, and smoky labdanum.
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Our classic October perfume blend, chilled to the max! Inspired, in part, by my heater being busted at home. A really, really, REALLY cold, dry autumn wind, a rustle of red leaves, and a touch of smoke and sap in the air.
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Weathered grey stones veined with black moss loom over an ancient library suffused with the scent of weathered leather, aged parchment, and rivulets of flame-scorched beeswax.
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Brandy and Apple Peel.
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Bittersweet chocolate cupcakes whisked with stout and topped with inky dark chocolate frosting.
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Pomegranate and Black Tea.
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A slug of whiskey in a cedar shotglass and a chaw of green tobacco aimed at a polished ironwood spittoon.
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A heady swish of black velvet patchouli, ambre noir, silken musk, and bourbon vanilla.
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Marshmallow and Candyfloss.
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Luminous and serene: a soft breeze of sun-kissed neroli passing over a lush bouquet of honeysuckle, osmanthus, tea rose, vanilla chiffon, and gleaming amber. Frederic Leighton
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Parasitic intoxication: narcissus, opium poppy, and red orchid veiled in heliotrope, blush sandalwood, and crushed violet. Carmilla became more devoted to me than ever, and her strange paroxysms of languid adoration more frequent. She used to gloat on me with increasing ardor the more my strength and spirits waned. This always shocked me like a momentary glare of insanity.
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The season’s first snowdrop, stark white and spring green against a backdrop of black ink and myrrh resin.
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Take the Lab's Sugar Cookie scent and smush some pine needles into it, and you get Eighteenth Lash. That's it. That's the scent. It starts off more pine forward, but very quickly becomes all about the Lab's Sugar Cookie scent with a hint of pine. I wish the pine stuck around longer, but I like the Lab's Sugar Cookie scent, so I'm not mad. I'm about to go layer it with Thirteenth Lash and see how that goes! *edit* I'm editing in my review, because I've since worn the Lab's Sugar Cookie scent for the first time this year, which has a warm, toasty, syrupy aspect to it that this cookie note does not have, so I was misremembering what it smelled like. It may be more like the sugar cookie in Sugar Cookies With Extra Sugar, which I no longer own to compare. The scent I can most compare it to probably isn't helpful for very many readers, but the closest thing I can compare it to is a body butter from Angel Milk Beauty called Betty's Shortbread Cookies, which is a vanilla almond cookie scent, but that one is a little sweeter than this. I made Vanillekipferl this year in my Christmas cookie line-up, and it was one of my favorite cookies that I made. They are just so amazing with a cup of hot tea! But I digress. Although the cookies contain a lot of almonds, there is no overwhelming almond in this scent to the almond-averse. This is more about the powder-sugar dusted vanilla shortbread-esque cookie. While I still wish the pine would stick around longer, I do really enjoy the cookie note and am still happy with my bottle.
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This is a birch party. The birch is cool and sweet and similar to the birch in the trio Cypress, Eucalpytus, and Birch Tar. The clove in this blend is very subdued. I only get a little bit of it when I go looking for it, and I'm not sure I'd detect it if I didn't know if it were in the blend. I'm a clove lover, though, so maybe it would be better to get a report back on that from someone who is anti-clove. I like this and recommend it to anyone who is looking for a birch-centric scent.
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Their ears rang with that silent echo, a spreading emptiness. A suffocating pumpkin kyphi soaked in dark red wine and darkened by vetiver, opoponax, and black oud.
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Black oud spookied up with pumpkin puree, amaretto, scorched caramel, almond paste, cacao nibs, and honey.
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Candied plum, champaca blossom, exotic spices, and heady incense smoke swirls with the opulence of Hojari frankincense, evoking the splendor of purple silk adorned with gold embroidery.
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Black leather, coal dust, scorched cedarwood, and incense ash.