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Gliding through the velvet hush of midnight, she moves — barefoot on cool stone, wrapped in a whisper of clove-scented silk. A flicker of candlelight catches the curve of her throat, the glint in her half-lidded eyes. Dark florals, bruised and beckoning — black orchid, scarlet poppy, and moonlit tuberose — whisper their secrets against the heat of her skin. A breath of smoked vanilla curls like an incantation, weaving through ribbons of amber resin and spiced honey. Beneath it all, the slow, insistent pull of patchouli and oud, ancient and aching. This is the art of longing, the alchemy of desire.
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How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city. Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret? Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache. It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands. Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst. A heart made sweet with hunger and thirst: honeyed red musk, red fig, sugared tuberose, and piercing neroli.
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You Are Mine, You Shall Be Mine, You and I Are One for Ever
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Halloweenie
The consuming intensity of a passion that claims body and soul, blurring the boundaries between longing and obsession, lust and loathing. Ylang ylang and clove evoke the heat of skin against skin, bruised by bittersweet blackcurrant honey kisses. Sometimes after an hour of apathy, my strange and beautiful companion would take my hand and hold it with a fond pressure, renewed again and again; blushing softly, gazing in my face with languid and burning eyes, and breathing so fast that her dress rose and fell with the tumultuous respiration. It was like the ardor of a lover; it embarrassed me; it was hateful and yet over-powering; and with gloating eyes she drew me to her, and her hot lips traveled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, “You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one for ever.” -
All-consuming, relentless desire – deceptively luscious, murderously brooding, and blindingly sensual: blood musk, black cherry, crimson amber, 21-year aged patchouli, golden saffron, jasmine sambac, and black rose. The vampire is prone to be fascinated with an engrossing vehemence, resembling the passion of love, by particular persons. In pursuit of these it will exercise inexhaustible patience and stratagem, for access to a particular object may be obstructed in a hundred ways. It will never desist until it has satiated its passion, and drained the very life of its coveted victim. But it will, in these cases, husband and protract its murderous enjoyment with the refinement of an epicure, and heighten it by the gradual approaches of an artful courtship. In these cases it seems to yearn for something like sympathy and consent. In ordinary ones it goes direct to its object, overpowers with violence, and strangles and exhausts often at a single feast.
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The mists that slept on the river’s brim. Went up like the wings of the cherubim. The water-lilies so cold and fair Were tangled with tresses of bright brown hair. The osiers bent with a quiet grace over a form with a still, white face. The river flow’d with a desolate moan, And dead leaves fell on the cold grey stone. – Sarah T. Bolton A mist-shrouded river, laden with sorrow: water lilies, wild plum, carrot seed, jasmine petals, and yellow bergamot pouring over moss-covered stones.
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Osmanthus and Sweet Frankincense.
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Sugar-dusted and overflowing with Luxardo maraschino cherries and a hint of blackberry.
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A paean to ancient malevolence and the unseen forces that grasp and scratch at the living like gnarled roots clawing through blood-stained soil in midnight forests: patchouli, mandrake root, black pepper, and fossilized amber. “How came the village to be deserted?” asked the General. “It was troubled by revenants, sir; several were tracked to their graves, there detected by the usual tests, and extinguished in the usual way, by decapitation, by the stake, and by burning; but not until many of the villagers were killed. “But after all these proceedings according to law,” he continued — “so many graves opened, and so many vampires deprived of their horrible animation — the village was not relieved. But a Moravian nobleman, who happened to be traveling this way, heard how matters were, and being skilled—as many people are in his country—in such affairs, he offered to deliver the village from its tormentor. He did so thus: There being a bright moon that night, he ascended, shortly after sunset, the towers of the chapel here, from whence he could distinctly see the churchyard beneath him; you can see it from that window. From this point he watched until he saw the vampire come out of his grave, and place near it the linen clothes in which he had been folded, and then glide away towards the village to plague its inhabitants.
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A rictus grin of white sandalwood, toasted cedar, tonka bean, cacao, and palo santo. Hans Memling
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This one is a super dry woody scent on me, with the cedar and white sandalwood being the stars of the show throughout wear, and the palo santo being more cologne-y than I've experienced in other BPAL scents containing that note. There were flecks of cacao in my decant, but try as I may, I could not get them to integrate with the oil enough to be visible on my skin, so I didn't end up getting much cacao when I tested this. I really wish this were a little less dry and that I had experienced more sweetness from the tonka and cacao. Alas.
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It's about time my bitch ass finally sits down to review this. Blueberry Lavender Lemon Crepes is one of my favorite scents from this year's Lavender Kitchen collection. It smells like blueberry compote, but the blueberries still manage to have a sun-warmed feel to them, and the blueberry compote is swirled with lavender, brightened by limoncello, and stuffed into a crepe... which does smell golden and dusted with powdered sugar. I even ate a blueberry crepe today (sans limoncello and lavender, alas!) while sniffing myself to gear up for this review. For science. And I think it's a very accurate crepe scent -- moreso than Crêpe Aux Fraises, to my nose. By the end of the day, I mostly smell the blueberry and lemon, but the lavender in this lasts longer on me than it does in any of the other scents in this year's Lavender Kitchen. I'm happy I grabbed a bottle and am debating a back-up! ETA: Just wanted to mention that I did end up getting a back-up bottle.
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Mineralic Amber.
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Pomegranate, Carnation, and Peonies.
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Blackened lavender and sensual rivulets of labdanum with Oman frankincense and raw cacao.
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And finally, we’re bottling up some Lemon Chiffon Pumpkin Pie as a reminder that a little silliness, joy, laughter, and sweetness will help sustain us, fortify our spirits, and get us through to the other side.
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A Winter Solstice gourmand: a ground almond snowpack glistening under a chilly scattering of sugar-bright stars, standing out against a night sky of the darkest cacao.
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This one features a dry (like, the cold air is nipping at your nose) snow note (I don't really get any vanilla from it, alas!) with some coconut rice and creamy condensed milk in the background (the latter of which is missing in action at first, but becomes more noticeable later). I am not getting any evergreen or minty-ness from it like with some of the other snow notes from the Lab. It ends up settling into that dry snow scent with some cool coconut by the end of the day. While this isn't something I could see myself reaching for, I do think it was fun to try it. I would have never imagined a perfume with snow and rice together!
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Girl Holding a Snake – Innocence
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Limited Editions
I got this to see how it compared to The Storm with its vanilla and mosses. Well, this is nothing like The Storm, which I prefer as far as vanilla and mosses go, but someone looking for a deep, mossy incense blend touched with balsamic woods should appreciate this one. I was really hoping for lots of vanilla cream to go along with those notes, but it was not a main player on me (although sometimes I find the scent just needs a little age for the vanilla to peek out). -
I bought this because of the cause, because I love many of the Lab's sweet pea scents, because I enjoy the notes listed here, and because I thought that it might be a cousin to Mouse's Long and Sad Tale. But I've tested this twice, and for some reason, it's just not jiving with me. I think it's the combination of the almond milk with the sweet pea. They're the strongest two notes in the scent (with the sandalwood coming out after the scent has been on the skin for a few hours), and to my nose, the almond milk overpowers and clashes with the sweet pea. Sadly, I'm not able to detect any of the vanilla, and when I wore Mouse's Long and Sad Tale last week, I was swooning -- but this just doesn't produce the same feeling for me despite sharing some notes. Since I can't see myself wearing this over Mouse's Long and Sad Tale, Serving Fish, or the Sweet Pea single note, I'm going to let this bottle go.
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Pine needles, licorice root, cypress, king mandarin, roasted chestnut, sage leaf, and bourbon cream.
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Sweet pipe tobacco, cherry wood, the warm, worn leather of an easy chair and a pleasant, subtle waft of fireplace smoke.
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Tolu balsam, angelica root, smoked tonka bean, brown sandalwood, bourbon vanilla, orris absolute, agarwood, and fig wood. Francisco Goya
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Sometimes I wonder about the choices I made in life that led me to making things like a Meatball Jazz Hands perfume. Honestly, it’s more of a flourish or a reveal gesture, but it’s still jazz hands to me. Honeyed fig, brown labdanum, spiced ginger cider, and pink peppercorn.
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Pomegranate, Honey, and Mimosa.
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Chills and thrills, but certainly no frills: a polluted, rough-riding version of the Traditional Sheet Ghost: cool white cotton, marshmallow fluff, and lemony Oman frankincense, marred with suspicious blotches of coconut oil and a cigarette burn.