doomsday_disco
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My skin brought out none of the nuance of this blend. I tested this twice, because the first time I tried it, it was so lemony that I wondered if some of the lemon juice I had used to make Vaughn Vreeland's Boozy Apple Crunch Cake got on where I applied it. But no, it's all citrus and ozone on me throughout wear, with no reprieve. The neroli is the strongest note at first, but it isn't nearly as sharp or as intense as it usually is on me, and once that calms down, it's a lemon and ozone party. And I'm not getting the sugared aspect of the lemon. I would have liked to get the lavender from this, but at least the neroli was tamer than usual on my skin, and I didn't get any powdery heliotrope or indolic jasmine.
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Black Fly Butter Moon is a very strong, almost toffee-like, buttery shortbread cookie scent on me. I swear there's some orange zest in these cookies even though there's no orange mentioned, because I get it very strongly, especially during the wet phase of the scent. It stays mostly about the cookies for a while, but then I was doing dishes some hours later and was hit with a blast of coffee and cocoa which was really nice. I didn't deathmatch the two, but I think this shortbread cookie might be somewhat similar to the cookies in A Little More Tea from the 2016 Lilith scents (if I ever do deathmatch the two, I'll update this post with my results). It also has the richness of Chocolate Stout Cupcake from Yules of yore. I don't think I need a whole bottle of this one, but I think I'll hang onto my decant!
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This is a very purple scent that is mostly about the violet and blackberry on me, although the tuberose, orchid, and rose are definitely not far behind those notes (I think my skin just tends to amp the violet). I get some of the myrrh in the background, and dusty is an apt description of this variation of that note -- but I don't get much in the way of the scorched vanilla resin from this on my skin, except when layered with the Vanilla-Infused Frankincense and Raspberry duet. After several hours, the tuberose and orchid do end up overtaking the violet and blackberry, and I get some musk with those notes, as well as more of the myrrh. I layered a drop of these duets with the lunacy scent, and these were my experiences: Layered with Black Butterfly Moon: Vanilla and Tobacco Flower - I mostly got the dirt and sheer vanilla floating over the blackberry-tinged purple flowers of the lunacy scent. Layered with Black Butterfly Moon: Vanilla-Infused Frankincense and Raspberry - I enjoyed the combination of the two scents more than the moon on its own. I'm not sure if the lunacy scent brought out more of the vanilla-infused frankincense from this, or if this brought out more of the vanilla resin in the lunacy, or what, but I definitely get some vanilla and resin with the tart raspberry that floats over the blackberry and purple flowers from the lunacy scent, and the vanilla and resin note make me think of the Bourbon Vanilla bath oil from several years ago (deceptively sweet: bourbon vanilla oleoresin and benzoin resinoid). This isn't a scent that is typically in my wheelhouse -- I don't really enjoy fruity florals or florals with resins, but I got it to try those layering combos, and because the artwork and the goth-y scent description gave me of Yuko Ichihara from xxxHolic vibes. This isn't something I need more than a decant of, but I am glad that I decided to try it.
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Looks like someone’s been nibbling a bit too much grass! A sun-faded, plasticky shell of rice milk and marshmallow illuminated from within by 420 watts of weed-wafted glowing green amber.
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The cadaver, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind: a chilly whoosh of dead leaves seasoned with the perfect amount of smog.
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Don’t you just love that new hearse smell? A stylish, contemporary corpse-carrier for the most discriminating clientele: traces of embalming fluid clinging to white satin curtains and fresh white leather seats.
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Cascades of balsa filigree lace, white kid gloves displayed on cherrywood mannequin hands, and a frilly sachet of dried tea rose.
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A crimson corset unlaced in candlelight. Rain against stained glass. The slow heartbeat of desire beneath black velvet. Dark rose steeped in spiced wine and blood orange, tangled with clove and plum, while a pulse of smoky labdanum and black vanilla drapes the air in velvet shadows. A perfume of ruin and rapture crafted for lovers who haunt each other through centuries.
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Lace curtains tremble as candle wax tears drip onto the edges of faded love letters. Love that lingers beyond the grave: violet shadows blooming in chilled air, the hush of moonlight on marble skin, a tremulous veil of moonflower petals, and sandalwood incense smoke drifting through cracked glass.
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Addressing you directly, dear reader, with this important message: NYAHHHH!! Cheeky blackcurrant against a backdrop of scorched goat’s milk, festooned with ribbons of scarlet musk, dried plum, and sweet rose-infused amber.
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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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Violet and Hay Absolute.
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An intangible vapor, an obfuscating mist: grey iris, ambergris, mallow blossom, white tea blossoms, and scorched milk. Alfred Stieglitz
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And the weaver said, Speak to us of Clothes. And he answered: Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful. And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a harness and a chain. Would that you could meet the sun and the wind with more of your skin and less of your raiment, For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind. Some of you say, “It is the north wind who has woven the clothes we wear.” And I say, Ay, it was the north wind, But shame was his loom, and the softening of the sinews was his thread. And when his work was done he laughed in the forest. Forget not that modesty is for a shield against the eye of the unclean. And when the unclean shall be no more, what were modesty but a fetter and a fouling of the mind? And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. Sunlight on skin: sweet amber, honey dust, golden sandalwood, and soft musk.
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Lightning Moon: Golden Amber and Plum Blossom
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
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Snake Oil, opium tar, indigo poppy petals, plum cognac, and a dribble of laudanum.
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In the vein (GET IT) of Boo, Suck It, and Spooky, this is a gushing font of sweet bloody black cherry cream and crushed dried blackberries.
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Black Butterfly Moon: Vanilla-Infused Frankincense and Raspberry
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
Ohohoho! /Ojou-sama laugh I was here for the raspberry, and fortunately, the raspberry is the star of this duet on me. It starts off as a tart, bright raspberry, but it ends up developing a bit of creaminess to it after a few hours of wear, which could be due to the vanilla, but I'm not 100% on that since that has happened with other raspberry scents on me, even the ones from Astrid (it's not a bad thing, though -- it's more like realistic tart raspberry morphs into a raspberry Mamba, which is a hard, taffy-like fruity candy). There's only the barest hint of frankincense in the background if I go sniffing for it, but I probably wouldn't have guessed this contained any if I didn't know it were there. I layered a drop of this with Black Butterfly Moon, and I enjoyed the combination of the two scents more than the moon on its own. I'm not sure if the lunacy scent brought out more of the vanilla-infused frankincense from this, or if this brought out more of the vanilla resin in the lunacy, or what, but I definitely get some vanilla and resin with the tart raspberry that floats over the blackberry and purple flowers from the lunacy scent, and the vanilla and resin note make me think of the Bourbon Vanilla bath oil from several years ago (deceptively sweet: bourbon vanilla oleoresin and benzoin resinoid). I am after more raspberry scents to pair with Framboise Hair Gloss, so I'll be needing a bottle of this before it goes away. -
Black Butterfly Moon: Vanilla and Tobacco Flower
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
This doesn't smell like just the two notes in this duet, to my nose. When I first sniffed it in the decant, I wondered if this were just he Dregs of a Bottle of Vanilla Extract (Discovered in the Mud) plus tobacco. Then I sniffed them side by side and realized that Dregs is much cooler and features a different dirt note, and there's a bit of spice to this one that's not in Dregs. But nevertheless, I get dirt, a sheer vanilla, and a dry tobacco note. My partner also thought that I smelled like dirt when I wore this, and when I layered a drop of this with Black Butterfly Moon, I mostly got the dirt and sheer vanilla floating over the blackberry-tinged purple flowers of that lunacy scent. If you're here for a vanilla and tobacco flower duet in the vein of Pediophobia, or Zorya P, you're going to be disappointed. That's what I was hoping for, so I don't think I'll be keeping the decant. -
Dark delusions, sinister shadows in an underground lair, surrounded by death and decay, puffs of tobacco smoke and a longing to be whole. Pipe tobacco and a splash of Victorian fougere, damp soil and grave moss, yew boughs and mandrake root.
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An unreleased summer duet.
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Also known as the Dead Head Dragon, this is a guardian of rot, rust, and revelation, feeding on spiritual decay and quietly hoarding the sordid secrets of the powerful. Scales of deep purplish rust-red: black fig, patchouli-steeped purple clove, black tea, blackcurrant, red musk, and oud.
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A fussy, irritable, irascible dragon with a taste for drama, velvet throw pillows, cryptic social media posts, ink-smeared burn books, biting commentary, and vintage clothing with a past. Its scales are the color of dried blood, old bruises, clove-spiked pomegranate, aged patchouli, and vermouth.
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Once the guardian of the garden of Hesperides, the Dragon constellation Draco coils around the sky’s north pole. Never sleeping and never setting below the Northern Horizon, Draco and its Draconis stars within are now the celestial guardian, forever watching over us all. A protective blend of Dragon’s Blood, Clove, and Amber.
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Opoponax, ebony, and black galbanum cast black shadows across mineralic amber and glittering sand. František Kupka