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Hungry Ghost Moon: Honey and Summer Herbs Hair Gloss
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This goes on smelling like floral honey infused with orange peel on me, but the orange peel is quick to fade, leaving only floral honey, although I sometimes wonder if there's a touch of champaca in it. I'm not able to pick out any herbs. The hair gloss has decent staying power and is noticeable in both wet and dry hair (of course, it's more prominent in dry). I'll be keeping my decant in the original bottle around to pair with my wildflower or honeyed floral scents, but that's all I need. Hair Loosened and Soiled in Mid Orgies and The White Bees Swarming (I regret only getting a decant of that!) remain my favorite honey hair glosses. -
“O father, my father, and saw you not plain, The Erl-King’s pale daughter glide past thro’ the rain?” — “O yes, my loved treasure, I knew it full soon; It was the grey willow that danced to the moon.” Moonlit mist clinging to skin the color of ghost lilies, pearlescent and cold. A spectral musk possessing the sheen of river water at night.
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Then she summoned a huntsman and said to him, “Take Snow-White out into the woods. I never want to see her again. Kill her, and as proof that she is dead bring her lungs and her liver back to me.” The huntsman obeyed and took Snow-White into the woods. He took out his hunting knife and was about to stab it into her innocent heart when she began to cry, saying, “Oh, dear huntsman, let me live. I will run into the wild woods and never come back.” Because she was so beautiful the huntsman took pity on her, and he said, “Run away, you poor child.” Mercy interrupting violence: well-worn leather shadowed by pine boughs, moss-slick bark, bloodroot and steel, and a tremble of wild apple. (Review thread creator note: This is a new Yule scent. If you're looking to review the 2018 release of The Huntsman, which was a Tarot scent, please click here.)
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I'm surprised nobody has reviewed this one months after its release! This is rugged scent that's heavy on the well-worn leather and pine that is somewhat earthy and smoothed over by some sweetness from the apple. I get some moss and bark, and I feel like there might be some pine pitch in here along with the boughs. I don't know what bloodroot smells like (but I will when I get around to testing my decant of Wolf Moon: Bloodroot and Evergreens this week). The steel in this is pretty tame and does not add any sharp metallic quality to the scent whatsoever. While I don't feel the need to have more than a decant of this, I would like to try layering this with Snow White and see how that turns out.
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A rich bourbon cream skin musk, formulated to announce and enhance whatever version of oneself is currently coming forth.
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Rain-dappled moss, golden silk, and sheer, gossamer vanilla.
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Coffee Bean and Cinnamon Stick.
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His appetite is insatiable! Crumbs of gnawed marzipan and toasted hazelnuts tumbling through a thicket of patchouli and gunpowder and bouncing off of a throbbing cherrywood ramrod.
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A bronze chypre with molten amber, gleaming myrrh, and a hint of laurel leaf. Thomas Crawford
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Black Butterfly Moon: Black Orchid and Crushed Berries Hair Gloss
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We're that relative who tries to make everyone try a green pie! This one dances lightly on the palate.
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Espresso poured over lush condensed milk and a bright thread of lemon, sweetened with Licor 43 and finished with a dusting of warm cinnamon.
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Smoked tonka bean, vetiver root, white patchouli, oolong tea, hazy, muted brown amber, and vanilla husk. Odilon Redon
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The dark, roasted bite of freshly crushed coffee beans folded into the sinuous heat of Snake Oil’s infamous bestseller. Bitter espresso grounds smoldering under a curled-up hiss of sugared patchouli, spiced amber, and velvety vanilla.
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Volatile, earthy, and defiant: dusty leather, tobacco leaf, clove bud, green patchouli, and black pepper. Honoré Daumier
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Nothing beats that classic fluffy, bouncy texture, rendered eternally moist thanks to shreds of fresh carrot, delicately spiced and slathered in lavender cream cheese icing – including the obligatory carrot on top, piped in purple frosting.
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Strawberry preserves twisting through clouds of pink cotton candy and marshmallow fluff.
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A dirge sung to Atropa bella-donna: caramelized patchouli root, crushed purple berries, and opium tar.
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The silent, obsidian pool of narcosis, a dark reverie whispering horrid secrets: indigo oud, laudanum accord, myrrh, red musk, and black kyphi.
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After thirty years of reluctantly drinking coffee, Ted has become a bean aficionado thanks to a local shop called the Head Nut. Recently, we bought French vanilla and bourbon chocolate beans from them and ever since that day, Ted has been hooked. Of course, Ted’s morning coffee is the breakfast beverage equivalent to a cozy hug: a slow-simmered swirl of brown sugar melting into steamed milk, wrapped around the soothing, sweet warmth of vanilla-infused espresso.
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This is the breathless euphoria of being lifted by unseen hands, friendship blurring into invocation, play into wild belief. The body is still, heartbeats thrum and murmur, the spirit floats. Something listens. This is a fragrance of surrendering gravity and trusting the darkness. It opens like a breath held too long, cool and smoky, trembling with anticipation. Pale, translucent florals drift upward, buoyant and unreal, while incense draws you back just enough to feel the disorienting pull between here and elsewhere. The base settles into dry wood and shadowed resins, like the floor beneath your back, solid, unyielding, waiting.
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Dead Leaves and Apple Pie.
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This one’s a holiday scent for all the Archive of Our Own regulars, proud teratophiliacs, and slashfic aficionados: those brave, unblushing souls who know exactly what tags they’re filtering for and aren’t afraid of a little (or a lot of) morally-ambiguous monster romance. A filthy-sweet gourmand gone feral: scorched caramel and dark cocoa nibs tangled with warm, skin-slick musk, a crack of black leather, a swirl of brandy, and the faint metallic scrape of chains dragged across a bedroom floor.
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Black leather flecked with remnants of a gloopy food court cinnamon bun.