urbanruralferal

Black Lotus, it started out smelling like strawberry jam, and as it dried down it took on that smokey quality everyone mentions. It smelled like strawberry (or something) scented candles! I used to hang out at this figurine shop when I was a little kid. They had Job posters, and porcelain animals, and fairy cards, and scented candles. It smelled like that place. After wearing this for a while, I all of a sudden wanted to go rollerskating, with my hair in big ponytails on the sides. I wanted to be twelve and just starting to think about boys, hanging out with a friend in her room, chewing Bubble Yum, with some strawberry (or something) scented candles burning. We are heading to the roller rink any minute! After a couple of hours the back of my throat started to hurt and I had to wash this off, because it got too mixed up and overbearing. I might try it again, using a bit less, but... I really think I would like it better if it were lip gloss! I will definitely pass it on to the kids.

hecate... the almond is really strong wet, but upon application it almost immediately is absorbed by the other notes. within 15 minutes, it smells like almond tinted baby powder, and that is how it holds. I am 4 hours into it, and it is almost gone, but not quite... It took me about 2 hours to get a visual on hecate. What finally came up was an image of an old lady's face, all wrinkly and soft, soft as silk tissue. She is smiling, just slightly, she is pleased and at peace. She knows that soon she will die, and she's okay with it. This scent is not like a shroud, more like acceptance and peace. It's funny, before this picture came to me, and without my thinking about who Hecate is (I was getting her mixed up with Hestia, duh), I was sweeping the floor and singing, "See That my Grave is Kept Clean." Huh? I never sing that song. So, maybe it was my subconscious talking to my waking mind, or maybe is truly Alchemy. Who can say? The upshot of this experiment is that, while I like the smell, it lays on my skin and does not blend into my persona. I think it would make a lovely room scent, especially during times of stress, or as a nursery lullaby. I think I will keep the imp for that use, but probably not get a big one. We'll see. It's awfully nice, and I do like a soft granny. Also, FWIW, for those who smelled maraschino cherry in place of almond, the two flavors are housemates. I have smelled wild mushrooms that are described as smelling either like maraschino cherry or almond. It is considered an indication of toxicity...in a mushroom.

Ha ha! In the bottle and wet this was totally the childhood drugstore perfume counter! I have skinned a coyote before and I have to say it doesn't smell like this. It smells like wet dog. But I am not one to be locked into literal so I made up a little story about how Coyote got to smell like this. He was out roaming around one day and he found himself down by the riverbank. well, you know how Coyote is always horny. It's never far from his mind, or wherever, and today was no exception. He sees this cute muskrat lady (I know muskrats aren't known for their Beauty, but maybe it's the smell..) and Coyote thinks, "I gotta get me some of that. Let's see if I have anything in this bag that will cover up my dog smell...ah, yes, here it is.." and he slathers a bunch of musk on. He ambles up to where the muskrat-ess is working, "hey baby" but she takes one look at him, and is outta there. Hmmm, that should have worked thinks Coyote, guess I better move on. He heads up and away from the river til he gets to this stretch of grassy plain. It's a gorgeous day, and the wind is blowing all that tall grass around, and across the field he sees the sweetest little doe, "Oh baby!" he thinks, and starts rummaging around in his pack til he finds the deer scent. He starts towards her, but she doesn't fall for it either and leaps across the field and out of sight. Dejected and not so horny any more, he decides to head home for dinner. Who knows, maybe his old lady will be in the mood... He gets home and he goes inside and his kids start running and tumbling over to their daddy, but then they take a whiff and they can't smell anything like Coyote anymore, even though he looks right, so they get afraid, and start calling for their mom. She comes out to see what all the fuss is and when she sees her old man and smells him, she knows he's been up to his old tricks and chases him out of the house. My daughter likes it cause she likes the Lion. This was similar, without the cinnamon/matsutake note. I loved the way it smelled once it dried down. I will be trying it again to see how long it takes to get to the point where it is irresistable to me...

tobacco? where is the tobacco? I bought a 5 ml, my first, because there was no other way (for unconnected and bpal poor me) to try this, and I wanted the tobacco. I think I smelled it once, but over my repeated wearings of this (I have that ig bottle after all) I mostly get... LOVE'S BABY SOFT! only a bit medicinal. I like to wear it to bed. My husband, the chemically sensitive does not find it attractive. So it is a secret pleasure buzzing around my head, not my loin. I like it. I find it very soothing and sweet and feminine without being cloying and insecure. It is an independant 12 yr old who has a healthy mistrust of society. she lives in her own caravan and holds her own. At night she brushes her hair in her cloudy oval mirror by candlelight, but you can't get her with candy. Oh, and maybe she smokes. But only occasionally! ETA: As this aged, the tobacco started to become more prevelant in this. An interesting and pleasant blend, but one I didn't keep.

I love reading the reviews for this one. What a wierd smell. It isn't a good smell, but it fascinates me. wet and especially during the drydown, I kept thinking of Fagin. this is the smell of a moderately malevolent acrid old dandy. You would move to the other side of the room to get away from him, unless he had some bauble or pretty silk to keep your attention, God help you. >shudder< once it was dry, the association changed completely. It became hand cleaner. Specifically, the hand cleaner that was used at my father's old leather shop. I have vivid memories of the bathroom there, and my fascination with that hand cleaner smell. call me a freak, whatever. My husband smelled it and said two words, motor oil. Oh, and I could not scrub it off. I can't bring myself try it again, although I want to. And then I thought, what about a room scent? Yeah, maybe for an industrial bathroom. It stays in my imp box despite my purgey tendencies... ETA: When I tried this, I did have mullein flowering in the backyard, so I had to sniff it. It is definitely in there!

An agricultural gargoyle. Though he is the Guardian of the Crops and Keeper of the Fields, his visage is still the stuff of nightmares. The scent of a hot wind blowing through desolate, scorched, barren fields. first of all, when I put this on, I was taken back immediately to my senior year in high school when I made out for a really long time with a boy who was wearing polo. You know, Ralph Lauren Polo. I tell you that is what this smells like to me, which is a good thing. I love that smell, but... I cannot quite picture myself wearing it regularly. However as the hours go by, and Scarecrow stays with me, I keep getting pulled back to my wrist, sniff sniff. sniff sniff. There is something so familiar about it, something beyond the original association. At first I was thinking it was Vetiver, but it isn't, it may be oakmoss, which my husband used to wear. I told my daughter that it was the smell of a warm wind blowing over a summer field of dry grass full of stoned, sleepy hippies. then I realized I am the hippie... so, yeah, to keep? Or not too keep? I don't know, and I don't care. I think I will just keep flirting with this one.