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Me too...I've heard it's different than the t-shirt.

I really love Belladonna. To me, it's eucalyptus with wild strawberries in the background. Crypt Queen is similar, but more floral, to my nose. I'm sorry I can't think of anything warm and soft for the hug part

To my nose, Selkie and Titania have a lot in common. If someone were really jonesing for Selkie, they might try Titania and a little of something watery...I tried it with Thalassa (LE, but still available) and it was lovely, but for GC, you could try Sea of Glass. Has anyone else tried comparing Titania and Selkie? I hope someone agrees, because I feel kind of clever

Dorian!

It might be because it's so freaking hot here, but I am wishing for my first bottle of an aquatic blend! I've tried Danube, Empyreal Mist, Sea of Glass, The Galapagos Mermaid and Y'han-thlei. Y'han-thlei is my favourite so far--but I find I just keep wishing these blends were sweeter. Apart from Obatala (of which I already plan to include a bottle in my next order ) can anyone recommend something that is at once cool and watery and sweet? Thanks in advance

One that makes me think of grapes is Horreur Sympathique. Man, I love that stuff!

Lovely dress! The BPAL I first thought of for you is Black Dahlia. I really hope you enjoy your time with your loved one

I love Poison--mostly for sentimental reasons because I wore it when I was a teenager, and that was a magical time in my life. But I have tried almost everything recommended so far except Venom, and nothing even comes close for me. Let's wish really hard for the return of Venom

After school, perched on the slippery edge of the tub, this is the best part of our day: the time my little brother and I get to spend with our beautiful mom. She’s a single parent circa 1978, and a real-life glamour puss, getting ready for work in the cocktail lounge at the biggest hotel in town. She has long chestnut hair, twisted high atop her head in hot rollers and she has velvety, chocolate eyes, generously frosted with baby-blue shadow. Once the rollers are unwound, she bends at the waist to brush out her fat, Farrah curls and when she pops up again, she drags heavily on the extra-long menthol cigarette balanced effortlessly between two slender, orchid-tipped fingers. Finally, she reminds us to hold our breath and close our eyes, and a hissing rush of aerosol has us sputtering in a cloud of Final Net. She follows that with generous squirts of Charlie behind each ear and one down the low neck of her slinky black dress, and we’re proud, because we chose that perfume with the $10 she gave us to buy her a Christmas present. She squats to give us each a quick kiss goodbye; we won’t see her again until this same time, tomorrow. And even before we catch our breath, the centre of our universe is speeding away in a gold-painted Datsun, with Blondie’s “Heart of Glass” blaring on the radio. But the glittering cloud of the scent I will always identify with my mother is still settling in a shimmering veil on the bathroom counter, her tangle of cooling rollers, her clean panty-hose hanging from the shower curtain rod and her boy and girl, lingering on the edge of the bath. We pretend she has sprinkled us with Stardust.

Upon first applying Laudanum, I was filled with a most unexpected feeling of foreboding and my imagination ran wild. Was I smelling muscle liniment, of the sort that an aging, overworked undertaker would apply? Or was it the scent of a surgical theatre—one where organs are removed without the donor’s permission? I thrilled with the notion that this blend was aping medical evil. After about five minutes of halting wrist sniffs that truly gave me shivers, I finally realized where this scent was taking me: To the dentists’ office. And if you’ve ever had a cold-hearted dentist thrust a needle through your gum and squirt anaesthetic onto your tongue, then you might be able to get your head around the trip this incredible oil took me on. Mercifully, Laudanum didn’t stop there. Within a half hour, it became more familiar, faintly resembling spicy rootbeer—albeit unsweetened and sprinkled with pepper. Next, it approached a rootbeer float, though still low on the sweetness scale, and the spice identified itself as nutmeg. After about an hour, it began to fade away altogether, leaving refrigerated carnations in its wake. Would I recommend trying Laudanum? Yes! It’s one of the most evocative blends I have encountered. Would I wear it when setting a man-trap? Maybe: Imagine the dude that would be drawn to this!