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Goose Moon is mostly about the white sandalwood, caramelized tobacco (I think this is the Lab's French Tobacco note), and plum juice on me. It reminds me of Beautiful Death without the Lace note, actually. I'd say they are cousins. The orris in here didn't make me smell like I fell into a vat of baby powder (woot!), and I didn't get much champaca or chili pepper from this (also woot!). The sour cherry cordial was the main aspect of the scent that appealed to me, and while it's more noticeable once it has been on the skin for a few hours, it's not a prominent note on me. I'm usually a plum-avoider, but the red plum here is bitter and not super sweet like most plum notes, so I'm not hating it here. I layered this with a drop of both of the cherry duets that accompanied it. Goose Moon + Brandied Cherry and Labdanum - MORE CHERRY! Just what I wanted! It's the cherry and cola-like labdanum of the duet lying on a bed of caramelized tobacco and sandalwood. Goose Moon + Tobacco Absolute and Cherry Chypre - More tobacco (which isn't the same kind in Goose Moon), plus moss! This dials up the tobacco, and I get the moss and what I believe is bergamot from the chypre, on a bed of caramelized tobacco and sandalwood, with just a bit of cherry from the chypre. I believe the cherry chypre is the same cherry chypre used in Gen Z Feminist Cenobite and Cherry Cream Pie Chypre (RIP to my empty imp), although there's less cherry in this layering combo because there's a lot more going on here. While I don't feel the need to upgrade a bottle of Goose Moon, I'll probably hang onto my decant to layer it with Brandied Cherry and Labdanum.
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This is a sparkling floral tea blend. The Earl Grey note reads more like the Lab's lemony white tea with bergamot. There's no black tea or matcha to be found. I get the pink rose and honeysuckle (more rose than honeysuckle on my skin) along with the tea note, swirled with the white musk, which adds to the sparkly, perfume-y feel of the scent, and just a touch of blackcurrant. I'd put this in the same family as scents like Butterflies, Flowers, and Jewels Attending. I'm a little sad that I wasn't able to detect any matcha here, but I do think this is pretty, nevertheless! I agree that this will be perfect for spring and will be hanging onto my decant.
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Black Clove and Marzipan.
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Goose Moon: Black Clove and Marzipan Hair Gloss
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Hair
This smells amazing in the decant and freshly sprayed, but alas, it is so short-lived! The marzipan has a cherry almond vibe in the decant that turns into creamy almondy goodness upon being sprayed, but it is fleeting, so that it's mainly the black clove that sticks around. I tried this in wet hair on Monday and on dry hair yesterday. I couldn't smell it after spraying it on wet hair, and although I could smell the clove whenever I held up a lock of dry hair to my nose, it was still pretty light, because it doesn't have anything to support it like in the Black Clove, Tobacco Flower, and Grave Soil Hair Gloss. I usually spray two sprays of hair gloss in my hair, and I used four sprays yesterday just to make sure I was doing everything to smell this to the maximum extent possible, but alas. It's just not a strong hair gloss, although it smells fantastic. If this were stronger, I'd probably upgrade to a bottle. But as it is, I think I'll have to stick with the decant. -
Ancient cypresses surrounding clusters of purple hyacinth, fallen leaves, and crosses crafted from white roses. A splash of rosewater, an immortelle hung on a tear-streaked marble tomb, nightshade berries, smoked lilac, warm beeswax, and a snuffed candle. Franz Skarbina
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Skin musk and silk with a whisper of tonka, coffee bean, and russet amber. Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
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Jolly, jeering splats of red and black currants, neroli, and spiced apricot surrounding a grinning clang of spectral sandalwood musk. James Ensor
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An oil to help you overcome feelings of loneliness and isolation while cultivating and retaining compassion for yourself, your communities, and the broader world. This oil contains lily, hyacinth, angelica, frankincense, tulsi, Roman chamomile, and lemon.
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Hemlock and Lily of the Valley.
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Whilst I was residing at Maulmain I saw a ghost with my own eyes in broad daylight, of which I could make an affidavit. I had an old schoolfellow, who was afterwards a college friend, with whom I had lived in the closest intimacy. Years, however, had passed away without our seeing each other. One morning I had just got out of bed, and was dressing myself, when suddenly my old friend entered the room. I greeted him warmly, told him to call for a cup of tea in the verandah, and promised to be with him immediately. I dressed myself in all haste, and went out into the verandah, but found no one there. I could not believe my eyes. I called to the sentry, who was posted at the front of the house, but he had seen no strange gentlemen that morning, The servants also declared that no such person had entered the house. I was certain I had seen my friend. I was not thinking about him at the time : yet I was not taken by surprise, as steamers and other vessel were frequently arriving at Maulmain. A fortnight afterwards, news arrived that he had died, six hundred miles off, almost the very time I saw him at Maulmain. It is useless to comment upon this story. To this day I have never doubted that I really saw the ghost of my deceased friend. Banbury Advertiser, 18 July 1878 A fragrance steeped in wistful melancholy and the ache of near-forgotten longing. Black tea and bergamot shimmer in the glow of sunlit amber as cypress boughs cast lingering shadows. The heart blooms softly with jasmine sambac and tender orris.
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Scorched oud, bitter resins, black musk, a torn shred of gossamer vanilla, and a clang of metal. “I concealed myself in the dark dressing room, that opened upon the poor patient’s room, in which a candle was burning, and watched there till she was fast asleep. I stood at the door, peeping through the small crevice, my sword laid on the table beside me, as my directions prescribed, until, a little after one, I saw a large black object, very ill-defined, crawl, as it seemed to me, over the foot of the bed, and swiftly spread itself up to the poor girl’s throat, where it swelled, in a moment, into a great, palpitating mass. “For a few moments I had stood petrified. I now sprang forward, with my sword in my hand. The black creature suddenly contracted towards the foot of the bed, glided over it, and, standing on the floor about a yard below the foot of the bed, with a glare of skulking ferocity and horror fixed on me, I saw Millarca. Speculating I know not what, I struck at her instantly with my sword; but I saw her standing near the door, unscathed. Horrified, I pursued, and struck again. She was gone; and my sword flew to shivers against the door.”
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Incandescent, glittering musks, pearls of sweet Florentine iris, and an indigo sigh of blue cypress, Italian bergamot, pink jasmine, cistus, white amber, mimosa, and black lilies.
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Sugared pear and wild violets with orris butter, coconut milk, white musk, and vanilla silk. “How romantic you are, Carmilla,” I said. “Whenever you tell me your story, it will be made up chiefly of some one great romance.” She kissed me silently. “I am sure, Carmilla, you have been in love; that there is, at this moment, an affair of the heart going on.” “I have been in love with no one, and never shall,” she whispered, “unless it should be with you.” How beautiful she looked in the moonlight! Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled. Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. “Darling, darling,” she murmured, “I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so.”
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Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole; Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, And seal the cacao-dusted Casket of my Soul. A soporific dessert: Hidcote lavender, golden hops, and vanilla bean dusted with cacao.
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I think this is the first time that the variety of lavender in TKO has been mentioned in a description! Anyways, this was an instant bottle for me, since I adore TKO and love lavender and chocolate together just as much as I adore lavender and vanilla. I am here to report that there is NO CACAO SLUDGE in my bottle (which is a little sad for me, but those who were hoping for no sludge can rejoice about there not being any globules of cacao absolute in this scent). I've slathered this one on before bed twice, and I swear it's like a TKO even more amped up on sugar than chocolate. Like, the chocolate is there, but it really is just a dusting of cacao on me... so this isn't even as chocolate-y as Wulric, the Wolfman or Lavender Brownie. I'm not sure if that is just my skin amping up the non-chocolate components of the scent or not, but in any case, it is still a lovely TKO confection and I recommend it to someone that would love an ever sweeter TKO.
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This smells exactly like the listed notes. The root beer barrels and chalky, wintergreen-y candy cigarettes cozy right up to each other and are pretty evenly balanced for the first few hours of wear, but the candy cigarettes do overtake it after a while, making it a chalky, minty scent with the ghost of root beer barrels, before eventually settling down to a cheap vanilla (which makes sense for the root beer barrels) with a hint of candy cigarette by the end of the day. It has been decades since I've had a candy cigarette, and I couldn't remember if they were just chalky and sweet or if they had a flavor to them, but as soon as I smelled this, I was like, yep, those are candy cigarettes! And the wintergreen from those goes well with the root beer barrels. I do think Stimulating Sassafras Strengthener is even more root beer barrel-y than this, so if someone tries this for the root beer candy and doesn't want the candy cigarette component, try that one if you haven't already. Although I wish the root beer barrels lasted as long as the candy cigarettes did on me, I appreciate the scent and the nostalgia it evokes.
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Ink-dark skies ripple with stardust and prophecy, and the air hums with the scent of revolution: smoked myrrh and velvet incense glittering with ti leaf and Italian bergamot.
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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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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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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.