eoifemacbeth

Okay, picture that scene from the third season of Gilmore Girls, the dance marathon episode, where Kirk is running around the gym after the twenty-four-hour dance, holding his trophy up, and they're playing Rocky, I think? Okay, a couple of hours ago, that was me, with my imp of Alice. In the bottle: ...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I smell the milk and honey, all right. Something a little cinnamony...that's the carnation...and I don't know what bergamot smells like, but if it's really in here, then it smells GOOD. Wet: A little more carnation, oh god please don't go Psycho violins on me like you did in Euterpe---ahhhhhhh, no worries. Drydown: Oh God, this is the best thing I've ever smelled. Signature scent, y'all. Oh god cute. The middle child of one of the families I nanny (this one's four boys, please kill me now) just came up to me and went, all shy, "Miss Eva? You smell pretty." He's four. Maybe I don't hate him now!

It's official: Weird Chemistry Week has come to play. I wasn't getting any of that sweet, spicy, rum butter scent that everyone is writing about. I got knocked off my feet when I opened the imp and nearly passed out when it was on my skin. Noooo thank you. Off to the swaps you go.

Okay, I'm thinking it's weird-chemistry week, because NOTHING is going right. In the Bottle: AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH IT BIT ME. Incense, something burning and a very unhappy hippy. Possibly a headshop on fire. Wet: I think this is the only oil I've ever had to hold my breath because of. Still the burning headshop. And WOOOOOO THROW. Dry: A little less fire, a little more incense. Not for me at all. Gaaah.

I opened this one and almost passed out. It smelled like rotting fruit and a lot of sugar. It gave me a headache when I put it on my skin and I had to wash it off immediately. Luckily, someone else wanted it and I got a good swap out of it. *bemoans terrible chemistry*

Waaaaaah, Swank really hurt my feelings In the bottle: ...okay, mostly juniper, but I'm smelling the pomegranate in the background. Wet: Yay, there's the pomegranate...for about two seconds. NO! POMEGRANATE! COME BACK! Drydown: All juniper. It smelled like truck-stop hand soap on me. I could only stand it for about two hours and then off it went. I was really looking forward to this one..... Ah well, off to a better home it goes.