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I second Pruno! It's an L.E. but not exactly hard to find. It's QUITE fizzy, and much more wearable than the name and description would lead you to believe. Edited for acronym abuse.

Oh yay, another vetiver fan! I've been out of the BPALiverse for a while so I don't know much about the newer additions to the catalogue buuuuuuttt from what I recall, the vetiver in Sloth and Iago is prominent (and divine). I believe Devil's Claw featured a heavy, "dirty" vetiver. I don't recall dirt fragrances smelling too strongly of vetiver but I'm sure the two overlap at some point. You might want to try to procure some Samhainophobia, as oakmoss reads as "dirt" to some people and the patchouli is quiet (..I think. Anyone wanna school me here?) Sorry I can't be more help to you.

I third Black Annis. Quirky doesn't suit Black Annis' strangeness; "quirky" is the kind of adjective I'd apply to a bunny with patches of rainbow-coloured fur. Black Annis is akin to a night terror about a black figure writhing at the foot of your bed. (The strong anise topnote may negate the creepiness at first, but just you wait until it calms down. Eeesh.) Others I'd recommend are Danse Macabre, Oblivion, Cthulhu (anything from the A Picnic In Arkham collection would fit the bill; I recommend The High Priest Not To Be Described for something leathery), Pain, Undertow, Cathode and Kuang Shi... though Kuang Shi can get rather fruity.

**Approaches a ginormous green leaf covered in amber masquerading as a platform, is dragged away by mutant yellow FLOWERS.**

My skin chemistry has a sense of humour, let me tell ya what. It totally ignores the civet and musks and puts the spotlight on the opium and something that smells fresh and. . . woodsy. It's how my (male, cute, possibly gay) English teacher should smell. That, or I've an olfactory blind-spot to civet. Though I'm quite familiar with the scent of cat urine and from this blend I detect nothing like it.

I'm SO disappointed in this. I was expecting something that smelt like boars in heat running through decayed leaves but what did I get?! A sensuous, pale, slightly powdery musk accented gently by wine, autumnal breezes and old-growth forests (I swear). WHAT. It's a robust and gorgeous perfume, just not quite what I wanted it to be.

I need to tell you something about myself so that you'll comprehend what this blend means to me: I live in a suburb of Toronto which has the one of the highest concentration of immigrants in all of Southern Ontario. (Will produce statistics upon request.) I grew up as a visual minority despite being totally white. I was frequently the victim of racism. This smells EXACTLY like a South Asian bakery I visited once as a child. I'll never forget - due to aforementioned difference - when I tried to purchase baked goods from this particular place. The staff were hostile toward me, but damn if their pastries didn't smell delicious. I obviously wasn't welcome, but I stood my ground and when they attempted to short-change me I raised Hell 'til I got every last cent that was mine returned to me. When I smell this, I'm instantly transported to that incident: I recall standing totally erect, back slightly arched in defiance, fingers numb from adrenaline and cringing, my words hurling from my mouth like a dart: "I'd like one of those cookie thingees, please." I learned then the value of standing on one's own two feet, the only lesson which I feel is worthy enough to impart unto others. I feel strong and empowered wearing Shub-Niggurath. "Evil gingersnap cookies", heck yes, but with a Kick that will make your nose bleed if you stand in its way.

Edited 'cause I'm a dumbface who doesn't know what she's talking about.

I'm assuming you've already tried Lolita and Jailbait? Hmn, no. I'm scared to try Lolita because of the heliotrope - how apparent is it? And I plain have no excuse for not having tried Jailbait. Thanks for your suggestions!

I'm searching for the olfactory pinnacle of wanton innocence. Suggestions, folks?

IMPRESSIONS, disjointed and abstract: Vetiver! Oh, YES! I LOVE vetiver! And this is the kind which you'd expect to find hiding well-preserved relics from ancient history somewhere deep in an undiscovered marsh! There's something resinous and oddly sweet, too: maybe opium? Black amber? Yeah, totally black amber. And red musk. The oil smells like it's a liquid coalescing into powder. The kind of powder Locusta would present to a fine-boned aristocrat looking to be in the height of Roman fashion. I almost expect my wrist to start shimmering. I smell wood, too: probably sandalwood, but it might be cedar. It's familiar to me and my range of wood scents is very narrow. There's something distinctly masculine about this blend. Sandalwood would explain the slight tinge of smokiness this blend has acquired, but that could be a note which I haven't identified. About 5 hours later, I'm sneezing. This happens with most blends that contain a resinous or incense-y component. Wah. I dig this. I'll definitely be using my Imp.

I'm broken. I must be. On me, Peversion was sweet, sparkling chardonnay, then something I would have loved to have worn to my grade 8th graduation, then ... powder. ... I'm going to try this one again after I correct my eating habits. Back when I first got into BPAL, even De Sade (which, in the Imp, smelled like very strong pipe tobacco and leather) turned sweet on me. Not fruity, not sugary, just sweet. I also survived off candy and fast food. When I ate like a proper adult stuff smelled as it should on me. So, the verdict isn't out yet. I will smell like the pervert I am, oh yes indeed.

Very impressive!

Aggressive. Forceful. Hostile. Tanin'iver hasn't any emotion but a resolute, single-minded purpose: it is conductive of evil; malignity travels through it and is exerted upon those who haven't scrambled away. This is a mean dragon. And you better get out of his way. During the opening stages, cassia oppresses every note (except for the smoke, which permeates this blend during every stage) using all of its spicy clout. Within 20 minutes of wear, the dragon's blood resin foments a rebellion against King Cassia. The pomegranate and mimosa - after having a dramatic altercation over which should take beta position - joyously aid the patchouli and blood musk in overthrowing the tyrant. I don't know what happened, but about an hour later the blend settled down. It's much tamer now and I can no longer identify single notes. Two hours later and all traces of the battle have vanished: it's now a smooth (thanks to the myrrh) whelp looking at you with large and eager eyes, totally unaware of what terrible actions he's destined to commit.

The first time I tried Inferno, I thought I was going to explode with rage. I wanted something to reflect my destructive and angry mood. Well, it's difficult to want to kick and punch things when you smell like the the world's most beautiful almond cookie lightly dusted with cinnamon.