aquazoo

Smells like a cleaning product. Luckily it dries down better. Still, kind of a generic soap/perfume/magazine insert.

Lush. Amazing. Hothouse full of exotic blooms. It’s a keeper!

Starts cat pee and then becomes a spicy soap. But it’s nice! Now it’s becoming floral, an exotic type of floral.

Anise is right! Oh, I like the licorice in this very much! Mysterious, not too dusty, and a lovely spice overall. I can’t stop smelling this!!!

Mmmmmn, cinnamonamonamon! Warm, like walking past cinnabon. Or spicy tea on a cold day. Not bad, but there are others I like better as far as spicy.

Spicy fruit. A bit overwhelming, not great on me.

Does not smell like cat pee! Not much throw, however. Can’t really identify the smells. Trade.

A notorious voodoo priest, who eventually rose to become one of the funereal Guédés, alongside Baron Cimitère and Baron La Croix. He is a Guardian of the Crossroads: the pathways between our world and the realm of the spirits. As a Master of the Graveyard, he ensures that burial rites are performed with skill, and he helps ferry souls to the dark realm. In his honor, we have created this scent: our spin on traditional Bay Rum. Dusty dirt. Then dirt with a hint of butterscotch. Finally a nice soft dirt with a not-too-sweet overtone.

Dusty dirt. This is, like, single-note dirt. Cool!

Kind of a leather library smell. The scent of “official.” This is what I would wear if I had total control over all the information and ruled it with an iron hand.

Named in honor of the most notorious female pirate to ever set sail. Wicked, cruel, beautiful, intelligent, resourceful and dangerous: a true role model. A blend of Indonesian red patchouli, red sandalwood, and frankincense. A million thanks to Juliana Williamson-Page for inspiration! Is this what aquatic means? Full, slightly salty, and interesting. Now the spices are coming up. It’s getting dry and dusty. Keep!

Butterscotch. Still butterscotch, although something else is coming up as it fades. It’s getting spicy, getting better. Cinnamon. Feels warm on the skin. Definitely worth another try. Keep.

Oooh, insence scent! Spicy, orangy. Wow! Keep.

Very soft light floral. Getting kinda soapy. Now it’s better, and improving with the warmth of my skin. Sweet and girly. Not sure I need to keep this.

A piercing, radiant perfume: dragon's blood resin, lily of the valley, lilac and galbanum. Not feeling the piercing, it goes on light. It's a pretty floral. There is an underlying sense of blood, but it's quiet in this one. I like it!

Very pretty and flowery. Gentle and fades fast to being subtle.

Kind of a spicy, chemical smell to start. It's definitely a hot incense sort of smell. It's got something weird in it, like a smoke wafting over from somewhere else and you wonder what they are burning. Unusual, and just tap dancing on the edge of icky. Some sort of rotting flowers?

Sweet start. It's lovely, subtle, a good every-day scent. It's turning slightly sour, not bad yet. It fades out again.

I think I used this to clean my toilet the other day. Oh, is that not what I was supposed to think?

Starts with spicy goodness! Warm, soft, baking. It's got a cinnamon feel to it. It fades nicely into a hippie incense shop.

Dusty. Still dusty. Now, I really like that dry dusty scent, myself! So this is a good thing. Much as I like it, though, I prefer the dusty notes blended with other things. It just gets kinda dirty smelling. Not so good after all. I just realized - this is the smell that, on other people, used to make me nauseous.

Iced tea mix, you know, with sugar and lemon included. Remember that? Luckily (for me) the fig is fading so I have the nice orange, with cherry overtones. The tea still comes up, though.

Woody, slightly dusty. Something in there isn't quite right. Maybe it's the lavender annoying the other notes. Trade. Ugh, it just gets worse. Wash it off!!! Well, ok, the lavender fades out eventually and it's tolerable.

Starts as a subtle floral. Definitely roses coming up. Violets, too. Very pretty.

Something is woody and smoky. Ew, there is a sour note creeping in, which is too bad because otherwise I was enjoying it. Time to wash it off.