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Frost-tinged hay and soil against a backdrop of smoked apricot amber glass. William Bell Scott
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A smoky, windswept gust of tobacco flower, vetiver, olibanum, black oud, and a blotch of red orchid. Léon Spilliaert
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Flower Moon is a vision of nocturnal tenderness: pale ylang-ylang and moonflower absolute unfurl against sun-baked earth that is cooling under springtime moonlight. Flickers of white agave nectar and fragile, luminous stargazer lily exhale over a whisper of dark amber and wild honey, like sweet pollen dusted onto velvet wings.
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This is mostly about the Embalming Fluid and the leather. The clean, lemony green tea of Embalming Fluid is the strongest aspect of the scent at first, with the leather increasing in strength over time, still doused in some Embalming Fluid. I swore that there was some dusty white sandalwood in this when I first tried it, but apparently, there is not! There is an aspect to this scent that I get after several hours of wear that I think is the white satin curtains -- I thought maybe there was something fabric-like with hints of orris and vanilla during one of my tests, but I think that was a fluke, as I didn't smell that during subsequent tests or when I tested this on my partner. (I'm guessing that another scent on my arm was interfering with this one during that test). So there's a softness to the fabric beneath the leather doused with a splash of Embalming Fluid by the end of the day, but there's nothing in the accord to take it out of clean Embalming Fluid and leather seat territory. I like this and will keep my partial bottle to wear when Weenie season is approaching and it's too hot to wear Weenies, but I still want to wear them. However, I don't think I need a full bottle, as I don't think there are many occasions where I'd prefer Embalming Fluid plus leather over straight up Embalming Fluid.
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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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Coffee Bean and Cinnamon Stick.
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Terrible Moon: Coffee Bean and Cinnamon Stick Hair Gloss
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Hair
Treat this as more of an impression than a review as I haven't sprayed it in my hair yet. Alas, I didn't get around to properly testing this before it came too hot here to be wearing coffee scents, so I decided to spray it on a paper towel so I could at least share some thoughts on it before it goes away this week. This is exactly what it says on the tin: coffee bean and cinnamon. However, this reads as more perfume-y than a true to life gourmand to my nose. Both of the notes are prominent, but the coffee is the stronger of the two. I think this smells nice, but I'll content myself with the decant since I already own a bottle of Hunter's Moon: Coffee Bean and Incense Hair Gloss. -
Roses have been woven into magic and folklore for thousands of years, and this oil reaches past the lovely sweetness of petal and hip. In addition to the rose’s association with love and romance, the rose's spiritual depths encompass blood, rebirth, resurrection, and immortality. The root carries all of this in concentrated silence: love that is not fragile, love that has come back from the frost, love that grew itself back from the cold, shadowed death of winter. The rose is an emblem of Venus, deeply associated with love, passion, and friendship across cultures, but she is also sacred to Aphrodite, Isis, Hekate, Inanna, Ishtar — goddesses of the underworld as much as the bloom. She lives at the crossroads of beauty and power, and her thorns and roots have always been part of its power. An earthy, patchouli-touched rose oil with a hint of oakmoss and vetiver.
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An oil for cultivating plant knowledge, green witchery, and deepening relationships with and understanding of plant materia. This oil sharpens plant communication, deepens your relationships with the green ones in your care, and to honor the long lineage of people who passed this knowledge forward through dark centuries so that it could arrive in your hands. Anoint your hands before harvesting, wear it when you study your materia medica, anoint your ritual tools when communicating with earth spirits. Contains: frankincense, hyssop, mitti attar, clary sage, milky oats, comfrey, oakmoss, patchouli, and hay absolute.
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Kyphi and Sweet Cream.
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Ulmus rubra’s mucilaginous inner bark produces a thick, protective gel that coats and soothes the throat in herbal medicine, and in rootwork this same quality becomes an act of slippery sorcery: thanks to the Doctrine of Signatures, the same mechanism that heals the body becomes armor against the violence of speech as wicked words slide away, accusations refuse to stick, and malicious talk loses its purchase and slides away, harmless. Governed by Saturn and resonant with the Air element, the domain of communication and the spoken word, slippery elm carries correspondences that reinforce its purpose. Saturn’s cold discipline enforces silence and binds the tongue of the enemy while Air governs every form of speech, rumor, and persuasion. Slippery elm sits at the crossroads of both. In hoodoo and rootwork, this translates into a robust tradition of anti-gossip and protection work and is a guardian of reputation. Slippery elm is carried in mojo bags, powdered into sachets, burned over charcoal, and sewn into charms. Pinches of the bark placed in the four corners of a room are said to protect the home from evil; a knotted yellow thread tied around the bark and cast into fire is a traditional working to cease all gossip directed at you. Keep the root close to your body wherever two-faced company gathers. In court case work, slippery elm shields against false accusations and slander, helping a difficult case move smoothly toward resolution. Slippery elm does not merely silence: it may be worn as a charm to cultivate eloquence, and it loosens the tongue when silence has become a trap or a curse, granting fluency and persuasion to those who carry it while denying the same to their enemies. A nutty, earthy-scented root with a whisper of benzoin, bourbon vanilla, and slippery, sweet sugar cane.
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Courtly love that becomes cosmology, a spiritual ascent, a ladder to heaven. In The Divine Comedy, Beatrice is not simply muse or lover, but a guide. She is radiant Sophia, living wisdom, the luminous intelligence that draws the soul upward through ever-widening spheres of divine light. Beatrice’s eyes are mirrors that reflect the radiance of Heaven itself, “with eyes of light more bright than any star.” Her gaze does not return to the pilgrim but lifts him upward, directing his sight beyond her to the splendor of the Eternal. “Then to the eyes of beauty my eyes turned,” Dante says, and the beauty he sees there is “far more beautiful than the vast universe beneath his feet.” The beloved is not held but beheld, and in that gaze the soul is altered. Though she is one of the Lovers, she also rises above them, not to inflame desire but to purify it. Through her presence, longing is refined from appetite into ascent. The earthly self, heavy with burdens, is gradually transmuted. L’amor che move il sole e l’altre stelle. In these Lovers exists adoration that moves the sun and stars. Longing clarifies, burns, and rises, and the anima lifts the earthly self toward its red perfection, where desire is no longer hunger but illumination. Love that is hope, love that is divine, love that reflects the radiance of the highest heavens. White rose and scarlet iris, beeswax smoke and frankincense tears, vellum and sacred myrrh, and a thread of red saffron steeped in luminous amber.
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Crushed dandelion stem, a riot of pansies, warm bare skin, sheer vanilla silk, cherry and apricot blossoms, wild strawberries, wild roses, sun-warmed grass, and a gust of white clover honey. Frederick Sandys
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I don't often gravitate towards floral blends that aren't accompanied by a sweet note, but I really enjoy this one. I feel like I can smell the texture of the petals of the hydrangea note, but there's also a high-pitched aspect to it that reminds me of wisteria. I don't think it's sharp in a bad way, though, and, like wisteria, it has somewhat of a melancholic vibe to me. The sharpness is like that lump in your throat that you get when there's something you want to say, but you become overwhelmed with emotion, and it's hard to get words out. The jasmine in this does not smell indolic whatsoever and does smell pink and different than most jasmine used by the Lab, and it becomes more of a main player after the scent has been dry on the skin for several hours. The white musk lurks behind the floral notes, adding an expensive, yet clean quality to the scent. I am finding myself more drawn to straight-up florals more than usual as of late and wonder if I would have felt the same about this scent if it had been released at a different time in my life. This has massive throw on me, although it does calm down after it is initially applied, and it has great staying power, too, as it was still going strong the next day, before I took a shower. I think this is really pretty and will be needing a bottle before it goes away.
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Winners only beyond this point! Blue hydrangea, airy white musk, and pink jasmine buds.
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Honey Dust, Patchouli, and Orris Absolute
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Lupercalia
I received a tester of this in a decant order. This features the toffee-like honey of the honey dust note. It's accompanied by lots of patchouli, and the two notes are a force to be reckoned with. The orris did not make me smell like I fell into a vat of baby powder, and it is very quiet here. Although this isn't something I could see myself reaching for, it was fun to get to try it. I would recommend it to those who love strong honeyed patchouli scents. -
Honey Dust, Patchouli, and Orris Absolute.
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Hearthglow, a cousin to BPAL’s Heartglow, is an anointing oil for keeping the home safe, welcoming, and quietly joyful. It is an oil of gentle warmth, built to protect the household and its inhabitants, comfort and honor house spirits and guardians of place, encourage peace and understanding, and create an atmosphere of love, emotional safety, and mutual care. Suitable for use in ritual work and to anoint doorframes, hearths, windowsills, and keys. Contains: fossilized amber resin, frankincense, dragon’s blood resin, orris root, red sandalwood, lavender, patchouli, clove, allspice, burdock, sweet orange, honey absolute, sweet grains, and marjoram.
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Cherry blossoms, plum blossoms, and pink lotus petals floating in sweet, sugared cream.
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Mandarin A strawberry stain on scarlet silk: strawberry nectar and translucent lychee folded into rock sugar and creamy sandalwood.
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“Good morning, Eeyore,” said Pooh. “Good morning, Pooh Bear,” said Eeyore gloomily. “If it is a good morning,” he said. “Which I doubt,” said he. “Why, what’s the matter?” “Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.” “Can’t all what?” said Pooh, rubbing his nose. “Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush.” “Oh!” said Pooh. He thought for a long time, and then asked, “What mulberry bush is that?” “Bon-hommy,” went on Eeyore gloomily. “French word meaning bonhommy,” he explained. “I’m not complaining, but There It Is.” Every solid friend group has at least one goth kid representing. Soft grey musk, pink thistle, lavender ash, tea leaves, pale iris, grey lilac, and rain-soaked moss. Each purchase of Gloomily, Gloomily comes with a 1/32 oz imp of The Donkey’s Tail. The Donkey’s Tail is not available for sale on its own, and make sure you keep it safe as you never know where it might end up.
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A tribute to the squeaky plastic rats that haunt every Halloween bin — adorable little horrors with gleaming eyes and crooked tails. Shiny black licorice, grey amber, and a dusting of smoky black pepper.
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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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Jacob de Backer Creamy, narcotic tuberose, a flutter of pink silk, and blushing sweet pea warmed by honeyed skin musk.
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Pascal Dagnan-Bouveret Scarlet velvet, Byzantine amber, smoked Bulgarian rose absolute, and frankincense resin.