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A shimmering pool of coppery red musk, Dracaena cinnabari, clove bud, cacao, and lead. The grave of the Countess Mircalla was opened; and the General and my father recognized each his perfidious and beautiful guest, in the face now disclosed to view. The features, though a hundred and fifty years had passed since her funeral, were tinted with the warmth of life. Her eyes were open; no cadaverous smell exhaled from the coffin. The two medical men, one officially present, the other on the part of the promoter of the inquiry, attested the marvelous fact that there was a faint but appreciable respiration, and a corresponding action of the heart. The limbs were perfectly flexible, the flesh elastic; and the leaden coffin floated with blood, in which to a depth of seven inches, the body lay immersed.
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Turns out this is a thing that vampires are into. A warm mug of dark chocolate and cream with a dribble of blood.
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This time around, we’ve crafted an olfactory celebration of renewed hope and good fortune! Jamaican chocolate tea and gulab jaman with coconut, coconut milk, green and black cardamom, pistachio, basmati rice, saffron, dates, honey, nutmeg, and clove.
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These five words, in this order, are like a spell that unlocks life-changing autumnal possibilities. So put this fragrance on your dessert mood board: fizzy vanilla ice cream spilling over the rim of a towering, froth-capped glass of ginger ale, drizzled with caramel.
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White lace, blackcurrant, and tea roses. “She went on to make her petition, and it was in the tone of a person from whom such a request amounted to conferring, rather than seeking a favor. This was only in manner, and, as it seemed, quite unconsciously. Than the terms in which it was expressed, nothing could be more deprecatory. It was simply that I would consent to take charge of her daughter during her absence. “This was, all things considered, a strange, not to say, an audacious request. She in some sort disarmed me, by stating and admitting everything that could be urged against it, and throwing herself entirely upon my chivalry. At the same moment, by a fatality that seems to have predetermined all that happened, my poor child came to my side, and, in an undertone, besought me to invite her new friend, Millarca, to pay us a visit. She had just been sounding her, and thought, if her mamma would allow her, she would like it extremely. “At another time I should have told her to wait a little, until, at least, we knew who they were. But I had not a moment to think in. The two ladies assailed me together, and I must confess the refined and beautiful face of the young lady, about which there was something extremely engaging, as well as the elegance and fire of high birth, determined me; and, quite overpowered, I submitted, and undertook, too easily, the care of the young lady, whom her mother called Millarca.”
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The color and scent were indistinguishable, and inescapable. Blood-tinged raspberries oozing into globs of blackcurrant and red plum.
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The crescendo of a phantom’s caress: golden frankincense and cardamom smothered by honeyed kisses of labdanum, red rose, merlot, black oud, and myrrh. After all these dreams there remained on waking a remembrance of having been in a place very nearly dark, and of having spoken to people whom I could not see; and especially of one clear voice, of a female’s, very deep, that spoke as if at a distance, slowly, and producing always the same sensation of indescribable solemnity and fear. Sometimes there came a sensation as if a hand was drawn softly along my cheek and neck. Sometimes it was as if warm lips kissed me, and longer and longer and more lovingly as they reached my throat, but there the caress fixed itself. My heart beat faster, my breathing rose and fell rapidly and full drawn; a sobbing, that rose into a sense of strangulation, supervened, and turned into a dreadful convulsion, in which my senses left me and I became unconscious.
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Bourbon Vanilla.
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The scent of mysteries sunken deep beneath the surface: the damp richness of bog earth and a gnarl of vetiver root intertwined with ancient lichen, soft oakmoss, and a warm exhale of tonka.
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A grinning, glowing gourd gleaming with 40 watts of radiant white musk, sweet orange, crystalline amber, and pumpkin rind.
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Scarlet silk, peonies, pink rose petals, neroli, woodmoss, clove bud, carnation cream, and skin musk. Carolus-Duran
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Black cherry and smoked plum resins, saffron and sweet labdanum, sensual tuberose, blackened patchouli, myrrh smoke, crimson iris, and scarlet musk. Franz Von Stuck
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Black musk, frankincense, leather, black pepper, incense smoke, ebony, angelica root, and a splash of Stygian fougere. John Martin
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Our classic October perfume blend, chilled to the max! Inspired, in part, by my heater being busted at home. A really, really, REALLY cold, dry autumn wind, a rustle of red leaves, and a touch of smoke and sap in the air.
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Dead grass, upturned soil, rusted ironwork, and oak leaves etched against a sepia-stained wash of tonka bean, patchouli, vetiver, and amber-tinged oud. Carl Gustav Carus
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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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The isolation had been dreadful, but anything was preferable to this. Scarlet musk, red oud, opium poppy, and tobacco absolute.
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Palatial grandeur in ruins, its decrepit majesty poised in the liminal space between decay and beauty. A haunting memory of all-consuming desire: the rich, earthy depth of oud, vetiver, and moss, grounded in the untamed wilds of the forest, echoing the ancient stones that remain. “It was a bad family, and here its bloodstained annals were written,” he continued. “It is hard that they should, after death, continue to plague the human race with their atrocious lusts.”
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Rivulets of beeswax, a blackened wick, and a shuddering gust of smoke.
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Sour green apples encased in a sticky shell of iconic glossy red caramelized sugar syrup. Note: I am not familiar with the scent of actual candied apples. I think I've only had caramel apples. In the bottle: A juicy apple. I think this features a red apple note. Wet: Juicy red or red and yellow apples. The apple note somewhat tart, but I don't think it is tart enough to be a green apple. The apple is a lot stronger than the sugar. The candied aspect isn't that prominent, though I can tell that it is there, especially when I compare it to scents like Poisoned Apple. Dry: Sugary red apples. It's a lot sweeter now. I prefer this phase of the scent. Verdict: This one is nice. It's not one of my favorite apple scents, but I think I'll be holding onto my bottle, as I really need some spiceless Weenies in my collection.
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I'm quoting my original review to say that I no longer have the original to deathmatch (I don't remember if I sold it or gifted it to a friend), buuuuut I can say from reading my original review that the 2024 version is a different iteration of this scent. How do I know? Well, I specifically said in my review of the 2015 version that it is spiceless. And this version? It is not. This was one of the Weenies that I tested last because it didn't even appeal to me in the vial. It smelled funky to me in the way that some of the Lab's pear scents do to me. Once applied, I get the glossy sugar syrup and the not so great apple, and then it becomes a cinnamon party for some reason? Maybe the cinnamon is representing the red part of the sugar syrup!? Anyway, the unlisted cinnamon is pretty fierce and actually did leave a red area on the back of my hand (good thing I didn't test it elsewhere). I'm not keeping my decant.
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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.” -
You Are Mine, You Shall Be Mine, You and I Are One for Ever
doomsday_disco replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Halloweenie
This is one of the last Weenies I tested because I was so afraid of how heady the ylang ylang was in the decant. And indeed, once applied, it is very loud honeyed ylang ylang during the wet phase of the scent. Then the clove makes its way to the front and ends up being the dominant note throughout wear. It's very clove-y once the clove asserts itself, and I really enjoy it! The honeyed ylang ylang resides in the background throughout the rest of the day. Like the other Carmilla scents, I'm not getting much blackcurrant (although I could smell a hint of it in the decant). Although I enjoy how clove-centric this becomes, that ylang ylang and honey in the beginning is too much for me to want more than my decant. -
I mostly get the sour apple mash, sweetened by the molasses. The apple mash smells like a mashed up green apple. The molasses keeps it from being too sour, while the apple keeps the molasses from being to sweet. I don't think I need a bottle (I'll probably retest before it disappears just to be sure), but I like this enough to keep the decant!
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I deathmatched this with the original Knave of Hearts. There is not a huge difference between the two scents, especially when you compare how drastic the Knaves other variants are (Frostbitten Knave of Hearts and Knave of Snowflakes) from the original scent. Knave of Pumpkins is more knave-y than either of the snowy knaves. The pumpkin is sweet, syrupy, and not heavily spiced; it just adds more warmth and sweetness to the buttery tart component of the scent. I still get lots of rose and blackcurrant with it, but of course, those notes are more prominent in the original. I'm still debating on whether or not I need a bottle, or if my decant will suffice. But if you're looking for a variant on the Knave that's very knave-y, this one is for you!