eternalargus

Which Final Fantasy Character Are You? Final Fantasy 7

In Bottle: Yar, that be a cucumber. More specifically a cold crisp one with a slightly bitter note. On Skin: Cucumber and watermelon rind. Dry Down: Huh, this one actually has staying power! Thoughts: I got sick of the cucumber-melon fragrances that all the B&B stores sell a long time ago. Too sweet, too artificial. This definitely is the best cuke scent ever if you want a realism. Great for summer, great for layering.

In Bottle: o00o, I'm already liking this. Usually opium perfumes end up smelling like my grandmothers entire ancient perfume collection all rolled together on me, but this smells nice and resinous and smoky. On Skin: I'm one of the lucky ones who didn't get the bandage note. My skin instead decides to amp up the resin note and now I feel all dreamy. Dry Down: Sex in a temple, that's the best way I can describe it. This one likes me. Thoughts: Definitely a keeper.

In The Bottle: Lemon bubblegum with cream. On Skin: Lemonheads candy. Dry Down: I smell something vaguely floral in it, but it's getting overwhelmed by the lemon. Thoughts: This isn't my style. I love the artwork on the bottle and if I were a citrus lover I'd be all over it (or vice versa, heh), but my skin is eating up the other notes so I'm left with nothing but lemons. It's great, but better on someone else. I think I'll give this to a friend.

Title: Rubicon Artist: VNV Nation Album: Empires Praying for myself. These thoughts I try to hide. I have faith in me and hope this will survive. But it's tearing me apart. I can't hear the words by which I guide. So I must ask again who will carry me. I will not deny that nothing can defend from the helplessness that's cutting deep inside, and I cannot prevent the thought that nothing's real. Seems I've waited years for this day to end. The strength I need to feel, the pride inside of me, Are not there behind the face staring back at me. The anger and the pain of knowing where I am. I have come so far and I cannot return. Nothing I can do that I have not done. No words I can say. No truth left that I can see. So must I let this end so everything falls apart. Before I live the life as I have always done. Tell me what to do so I do nothing wrong. Something I can hope for. Something real that I can see. So nothing falls apart. So that it does not end. I cannot return. I can't start again.

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up a whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.” -The Sandman, Neil Gaiman I don't hate love, but the majority of that quote is definitely something I can relate to. “I only have two kinds of dreams: the bad and the terrible. Bad dreams I can cope with. They're just nightmares, and they end eventually. I wake up. The terrible dreams are the good dreams. In my terrible dreams, everything's fine. I'm still with the company. I still look like me. None of the last five years ever happened. Sometimes I'm married. Once I even had kids. I even knew their names. Everything's wonderful and normal and fine. And then I wake up. And I'm still me. And I'm still here. And that is truly terrible.” -The Sandman - Dream Country, Neil Gaiman “There is a theory which states that if ever for any reason anyone discovers what exactly the Universe is for and why it is here it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another that states that this has already happened.” -Douglas Adams “I'm spending a year dead for tax reasons.” Douglas Adams

It does make my brain want to explode on occasion, but I try to use my family's patented avoidance method- Deny it's existence and hope it goes away. *hugs* I'm glad you decided to stick around.

In The Bottle: Awesome! Incense and trees, but no sign of Santa. This is definitely not a Christmassy tree scent, the the sea scent peeks up a bit to keep it light. On Skin: The resins come out to play, but not overwhelmingly so. I really like this so far, it's warm and comforting but not cloying, so I was able to wear it on a hot day. Dry: Very faint, but every now and again I get a whiff of that warm, inviting aroma. Wonderful!

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Mmmm...cookies. Don't worry, I zoom constantly at the grocery stores here, and I use hemp bags so the clerks have already made up their minds about my sanity levels.

A soft purple-smelling floral that won't get eaten by my skin and doesn't make me smell like a little girl!

...I actually collect them. Lately I've been trying to keep them in this little book I got but I'm way too disorganized. Anyhoo, in honor of the new icon I made, here are some of my favorite Henry Rollins quotes: "“Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have."” “It is no surprise to me that hardly anyone tells the truth about how they feel. The smart ones keep themselves to themselves for good reason. Why would you want to tell anyone anything that's dear to you? Even when you like them and want nothing more than to be closer than close to them? It's so painful to be next to someone you feel strongly about and know you can't say the things you want to.” “Half of life is fucking up the other half is dealing with it.” “When was the last time you wanted to say it all to the right person? To have it all come out right, to surprise yourself at how together you could be. When was the last time you ever met someone who made you want to give it all to them? I mean give yourself to them. Where you couldn't express yourself enough - like you wanted to cut off one of your arms to be understood. That's it - you would cut your head off to have someone understand you. You know how pointless that one is. You know how many times you've smashed yourself to bits on the rocks.” I think about the meaning of pain. Pain is personal. It really belongs to the one feeling it. Probably the only thing that is your own. I like mine.” “Why do you think the old stories tell of men who set out on great journeys to impress the gods? Because trying to impress people just isn't worth the time and effort.” “There are so many hammocks to catch you if you fall, so many laws to keep you from experience. All these cities I have been in the last few weeks make me fully understand the cozy, stifling state in which most people pass through life. I don't want to pass through life like a smooth plane ride. All you do is get to breathe and copulate and finally die. I don't want to go with the smooth skin and the calm brow. I hope I end up a blithering idiot cursing the sun - hallucinating, screaming, giving obscene and inane lectures on street corners and public parks. People will walk by and say, "Look at that drooling idiot. What a basket case." I will turn and say to them "It is you who are the basket case. For every moment you hated your job, cursed your wife and sold yourself to a dream that you didn't even conceive. For the times your soul screamed yes and you said no. For all of that. For your self-torture, I see the glowing eyes of the sun! The air talks to me! I am at all times!" And maybe, the passers by will drop a coin into my cup -Henry Rollins

In Bottle: Honey-milk and vanilla beans with a musky undertone. I love the color of this too! On Skin: Sweet, but luckily my skin isn't turning the sweetness sickly like it usually does...it's a soft scent, but not powdery. Dry: This is a bit faint on me, but I still love it for when I want something sweet yet musky enough to not warp on my skin.

Be still my dragon-loving heart! In Bottle: Warm, rich, and sexy dragons blood and musks with a small sharp tang of metal. On Skin: About the same, but I'm detecting the faint scent of red, ripe fruits. Dry: Just gorgeous and sexy muskiness.

I'm surprised at myself for not reviewing this! Loviatar loves my skin and my skin loves her back, hard. Think dominatrix being given incense offerings, less sharp than Whip and more feminine and mysterious than De Sade, this scent is perfect in my mind. And it certainly makes me feel more powerful wearing it.

I only was able to sniff the bottle, since it was on it's way to my Dad for Christmas...and I smelled the heady rosemary scent tempered by pine boughs and the teeniest bit of lemon. Not my style, but very nice.

Mmmm, smells like a dressage saddle mixed with bull whip and a slight hint of dying black roses. Lovely, and it would be great on it's own or layered.

Imp: Pure alcohol, but a very delicious kind of alcohol, sweet but not sickeningly so. On Skin: Luckily my skin isn't amping tobacco scents to cigarette butt level today so I can enjoy this leather and musk mixture with a bit of a sweet expensive cigar scent. Dry: Not very strong on me, but very enjoyable. Bourbon and sweet expensive cigar smoke.

Decant: Bay Rum and tobacco, which makes me nervous as tobacco scents usually turn into cigarette butts on me. On Skin: Spicy Bay Rum, not a hint of tobacco to be seen. Dry: Not much different except that the spices have died down a bit, it's pretty much just straight Bay Rum on me.

Imp: First thought, "Vanilla Dirt". Imagine my surprise when I saw so many others describe it the same way. On Skin: I was worried about the dirt note, as Zombie actually ended up smelling, like well, a zombie on me, but this is like a rich healthy dirt, not graveyard dirt, and the vanilla compliments it well. Dry: Pure vanilla heaven with a teeny bit of musk. Every now and again it wafts up a dirt note and I smell like I've been digging around in a garden full of vanilla orchids. Very nice!

I love Neil and am an Anubis worshiper, so this was a must-buy. Bottle: Anubis in a library with a glass of rum. Quite lovely, and the patchouli isn't overwhelming me like it usually does. On Skin: Rich and woodsy. I feel very comforted by this. Dry: That same warm comforting feeling. I have no other way to describe it: It smells like Him.

After seeing an amazing picture of the Minotaur charging at Theseus as a kid, I've always been fascinated by him, so I just had to get this. In Bottle: Deep, dark incensey musk. On Skin: My skin and my nose love resins, and as expected, this is perfect. Darkly sensual. Dry: A bit like The Great He-Goat without the ginger. I understand the masculine bit, luckily though that works on me and doesn't make me smell like Conan, just like someone who's been in a temple making lots of incense offerings. I'm going to let this age now and see how much beautiful it turns out. Love the artwork too!

Bottle: I want to roll around in this, seriously, sweet sugary mint heaven. On Skin: Sweet sugary mint tea, not quite as bombastic as Mad Hatter though. Dry: Sweet sugary mint tea with vanilla. It's making my skin tingle, just gorgeous.

Note: I had to shake mine as the different oils separated. Bottle: Creamy spicy chocolate o00o! On Skin: Holy crap this is dark! And sticky! I smell the teak underlying the chocolate, but it doesn't take away from it at all, it accentuates it. Dry: This took awhile to dry, but it smells like a wonderfully chocolatey musk. Love it!