doomsday_disco
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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.
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“O wilt thou go with me, thou loveliest boy? My daughter shall tend thee with care and with joy; She shall bear thee so lightly thro’ wet and thro’ wild, And press thee, and kiss thee, and sing to my child.” An ethereal lure crafted with milk and honey.
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Olive green jelly with a warm orange glow and pink and green reflective sparks.
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Honey Dust and Toasted Oats.
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Every leaf tells a story.
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A molten heart of slow-cooked milk caramel swirled with vanilla bean and a faint whisper of toasted coconut.
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“O, father, my father, and did you not hear The Erl-King whisper so low in my ear?” — “Be still, my heart’s darling — my child, be at ease; It was but the wild blast as it sung thro’ the trees.” A desperate attempt at comfort and assurances of safety. Honeyed oats, toasted clove, hazelnuts, hay, and skin-warmed wool.
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Amber & Grey Musk.
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Laufeyson is unexpectedly effervescent. At first, I thought maybe it was a ginger note and the fizz was ginger ale-esque, but there's no ginger here. I suppose it could be the bergamot, but it's never done that in any other blend I've tried before. Maybe this has a fizzy, aldehyde-infused amber like Les Passades? Who knows. I get citrus fizz, leather, agarwood, and clove from this, with the fizz and clove being most noticeable at the beginning of the wear, and the leather and agarwood gaining strength over time (although this scent never gets as dark as it sounds based off of the notes). This isn't a scent I need more of, but I'm glad that I decided to try it, and I'll keep an eye out for future reviews to see if anyone else has any ideas about the source of the fizz!
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A perfume devoted to John George Hohman's Der lange verborgene Freund or Long Hidden (Lost) Friend, a work published in 1820 which collects a selection of spoken prayer and written charms such as the SATOR square. Hohman's work draws upon earlier works such as Egyptian Secrets of Albertus Magnus and also offers practical remedies for everyday concerns. Mulberry, pumpkin molasses, and sweet clove dashed with sonnen-werbel to ensure that people speak to you with pleasant words and a sprinkle of caraway to keep you safe from frights and fantasies.
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This scent is mostly about the pumpkin molasses on me, which is infused with some fruitness from the mulberry at first, and the clove adds a bit of spice that works well with the pumpkin molasses. It turns out that sonnen-werbel is a fictional herb that is just German sounding, and I am not getting any caraway or anything resembling black licorice (fortunately). I'm glad that I was given a chance to try this, but I don't see myself reaching for this over other molasses-heavy scents in my collection.
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In a desperate bid to mend the fractures of this cursed timeline, we are stretching Halloween beyond all reason, until time itself buckles and snaps back into place. It’s thirsty work, so here’s a snuggly blanket of creamy pumpkin cold foam quivering atop a pint of butterscotch ale.
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This is predominantly about the butterscotch ale on me, which has some effervescence to it in the beginning. Then it's all butterscotch and buttery pumpkin that fortunately isn't a spicebomb. Definitely one for fans of butterscotch!