doomsday_disco
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Turn any perfume into a friggin’ glazed donut. Glazed Donut Troll? Glazed Donut Perversion? Glazed Donut Black Annis? The options are endless, really.
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A neutral sheer musk that radiates freshly-washed skin. Can be utilized as a fragrance fixative base beneath more complex BPAL oils.
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You asked for it, you got it. Petrichor is the smell of rain hitting dry earth and is one of the most universally beloved scents in the world. It's cool and green, with a deep, almost mineral dampness underneath, like wet clay or stone that's been sitting in the sun. There's something alive in it too: a faint earthiness that comes from the soil itself, mossy and organic, with a clean freshness that feels like the air has been completely renewed. It's neither sweet nor sharp, but inhabits a soft, grey-green space that feels both ancient and immediate.
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Honey-Dusted Skin Musk
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Single Notes, Layering Scents & Simple Blends
Comforting and uncomplicated: a toasted honey note, almost caramelized at the edges, that softens into a powdery musk that reads as clean, warm skin that's been kissed by something sweet. -
Ambergris carries a primordial, radiant muskiness: pale and quietly luminous, threaded with hints of sea air, driftwood, and ocean-splashed sunlight. Raw, it holds a faint brininess; aged, it mellows into something smooth and gently sweet, with whispers of tobacco, sandalwood, and open water. This is not a scent that announces itself boldly. Elusive by nature, ambergris works as a fixative, extending and softening whatever surrounds it rather than stepping forward on its own. It is the kind of presence you sense more than smell: it makes other notes linger longer and bloom a little fuller. This is a vegan accord crafted to evoke ambergris and contains no real ambergris whatsoever.
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My eyes behave the way they do Cause my thoughts are all of you! Doggone it! Cherry-chip brookie batter garnished with a sprinkle of freshly cut grass.
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It’s my heritage, and I can be silly if I want to. Tayabak petals, loose and dreaming, butterfly pea steeped to deep ink-blue, languid, heady sampaguita, sweet jackfruit, and calamansi beams radiating from an ube-purple moon.
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Fermented savory-sweet depth lifting sweet, hedonistic blooms.
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Cedar and graphite illuminated by a light citrus zing.
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Velvety, sun-warm stone fruit soaked in smoky tea.
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Foresty and carnal, heady blooms twined around a mossy log.
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It's actually really interesting and smells amazing. Trust me.
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Husky, warm spice cooled into watery, spa-touched notes.
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Spicy heat biting through springtime sweetness.
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Sweet enough to rot your teeth, smoky enough to not care.
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Sunny acidic brightness slicing through deep, animalic wood resin.
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A surprisingly elegant combination. Boozy, bruised sweetness anchored by smoky grass.
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A fragment of a discarded summer scent concept from a few years back.
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Folks, I’m telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between. ― Langston Hughes, Advice
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Ti Leaf and Elizabeth Root.
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A salty skin musk dusted with pink pepper.
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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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Would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light. But since you must kill to eat, and rob the newly born of its mother’s milk to quench your thirst, let it then be an act of worship, And let your board stand an altar on which the pure and the innocent of forest and plain are sacrificed for that which is purer and still more innocent in man. When you kill a beast say to him in your heart, “By the same power that slays you, I too am slain; and I too shall be consumed. For the law that delivered you into my hand shall deliver me into a mightier hand. Your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven.” And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart, “Your seeds shall live in my body, And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart, And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.” And in the autumn, when you gather the grapes of your vineyards for the winepress, say in your heart, “I too am a vineyard, and my fruit shall be gathered for the winepress, And like new wine I shall be kept in eternal vessels.” And in winter, when you draw the wine, let there be in your heart a song for each cup; And let there be in the song a remembrance for the autumn days, and for the vineyard, and for the winepress. Purple fig, honeyed dates, sweet red wine, and apples.
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A fluttering tempest of black oud, indigo poppy, pale lavender, blue lilac, white tea, ambergris accord, and sweet pea. Frances Macdonald
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Teakwood, tolu balsam, beeswax, lilac cream, polished amber, and spiced honey.