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Sniff: Very soft and clean. Wet: Still soft and clean with musk starting to come up. It's very lovely. After 20/impressions: Strangely, this smells more like what I thought Dirty might have smelled like. It's very soft, very clean, and the amber is a bit powdery, but in a good way. The musk and grass create a definate sense of the prairie, I think. I'm completely beset with images of wind blowing through a sea of wild grass. It's LOVELY. I think it would make a wonderful blend for sleeping or relaxing.

Stand and deliver! Vetiver with gardenia, blood red rose, night-blooming jasmine, a dash of cinnamon and a faint hint of leather. Sniff: Sweet, but with a strong wafting of vetiver that comes out after second sniff. It's strong, but really not unpleasant. Wet: Vetiver and Gardenia, ahoy! After 20/Impressions: You know, for a good 19.5 minuts there, it was vetiver, vetiver, and more vetiver. Now, suddenly, it's not. I love changes like that. So cool! Anyway, now it's soft and floral-definately gardenia and jasmine. I can catch sort of an impression of rose. Not so much cinnamon, but the leather and vetiver seemed to have meshed in the background. It's somehow like a bouquet of flowers crushed against riding leathers or something. It's very sexual. And, just when I think it's not me-I find that it is. God, I want this on the boy!

Fenris Wolf is the mister if Aureus is the missus. It's warm and woody, but decidedly darker than golden Aureus. The musk gives it a little more oomph and kick to it. It does get predominately woody on me-as that's what my skin does with wooden notes generally. But, you know? I :heart woody scents too, so that's all good. The amber doesn't become too much at all for me in this one. I think it serves to sweeten the musk a bit, but it desn't come out too much at all. I really enjoy Fenris Wolf and am tickeled that the lab sent it to me. I think I could switch off between this and my beloved Aureus happily.

Lovely! This has been on my wishlist forever and my darling swap faery from spring sent me a tarted imp along with other wishlist goodies. I got into it for the first time yesterday and it just screamed summer at me. It reminds me very much of the botanical gardens here in KC. Green and woody, fruity on occasion, and just all together a riot of sensation. It's very rounded and definately a sweet herbal. It doesn't have a lot of staying power on my skin, but it's definately happiness inducing and worth a bottle purchase. I'll make a mental note to order one in March next year so that I'll have it fresh and ready for summer!

Penitence How have I ever gone this long without trying Penitence? Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous and I was in love from the first whiff from the vial. It's incensey to the point of smelling almost as though it has cloves in it on initial sniff. In fact, a faint clove-ishness lingers on me. The myrrh and frank blend together so wonderfully and leave me smelling like a resin coated, incense-wearing queen. (One in church, but of course.) This has so earned a spot on my bottle wishlist.

Miskatonic U = the love of cappucino. It, truly, is like bathing in a cappucino and then getting a little wriggle of a woody undertone after a few minutes. It goes largely vanilla on me, in the end, but SUCH a vanilla. It's so warm and so cozy. The scent of it was just so pleasing and happiess inducing. If you need that cozy sugarshock-Miskatonic U is for you. I know have the weirdest urge to a little Purple Rain handsigning here. You can't see it, but I'm doing the I would die 4 U thing, right now.

Hexennacht is definately related to Samhain. There's that same, oh, pipe and fire quality to it. However, where Samhain brings it on strong with the sense of autumn and cider, Hexennacht, for me, is just that incense and fire note. It has a sweet, almost springy undercurrent,but it doesn't change too much on me. Ironically, while Samhain doesn't smell or feel right to me during that time of the month, Hexannacht is always fine. It's very lovely, it has great staying power, and the chick in Michael's thought I smelled great the day I was in there buying crafty things.

*dies* LOVELOVELOVE. It smells like brown sugar and opium incense with a touch of something resiny to me. And? IT'S SO LOVELY. Dear God, Beth, this is amazing. It's warm, exotic, gently spicy, and completely comforting. Smelling it reminds me of my extremely lazy afternoon naps. The sort where I start out by lighting some incense, getting a cup of someting warm to drink, and reading on the couch (or the bed these days as I'm homeless *sob*) until I get sleepy and curl up with the afghan. *sigh* You know, for a rotten dude embroiled in the dark arts, Al Azif smells heavenly.

<Neo>Woah.</Neo> The first sniff was like sucking back a super red-eye quadrouple espessro with a liquid crack chaser - SUPER AWAKE NOW. It reminded me of a man's colonge smell. It softened a touch on my skin to a bright, bright aquatic. It smells so sharp and so clean and in all of the best ways. I wasn't sure that I'd like it at first when I put it on, I feared it would be too aqua-velva-y for me, but it really blends so nicely with my body chemistry. It smells like what I would imagine to be a rock in a very wavey lagoon-seaweed and ocean and sharp, bright, and clean things. Look, a sea urchin!

Bluebeard In the Vial: Yar, matey! Wet, pungent and sharp. Wet: It's very astringent in a witch hazel sort of way with, well, with a wet driftwood sort of scent along with. And with the pervading, wet and dark scent which must be the vetiver. After 20: And violets and lavender ahoy! Impressions: Somnus. It reminds me strongely of Somnus. Must be the vetiver and the flowers. The musk makes it a little more, ahem, suggestive than Somnus, but the two are very, very similar on me. I have this odd love and hate thing with vetiver. I put something with it on and react. "EW-it's vetiver! Strong, pungent, vetiver!" But then I'm all relaxed because, fuck me, it's just such a comforting smell. LOL So, that sort of somes up how I feel about Bluebeard. "EW, sharp! Ew! Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiice."

Baba Yaga In the Vial: Warm and incense-y. Rather reminds me of Bon Vivant minus the strawberry. Wet: It gets a touch fruity and a touch powdery. But it's still warm and smelling of soft incense. After 20: Here's the pineapple everyone mentions. But it only pops up briefly as noticeably pineapple before it settles down into a soft and warm perfumey smell. Though, if you sniff very deeply, you can smell the fruity nature of it beneath. Impressions: Very soft and warm. It's romantic and sweet somehow. It'd be a great scent for a tropical night or a date night where you want to smell soft, feminine, but a little alluring.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINS! I opened Mi-Go Brain Canister and did the flippy twirl when I smelled something similar to a note that's in my beloved Harvest Moon. What note? Hell if I know, but it's ever so lovely. It goes on floral and then BAM! Kiwi. Hello, sexy thing, I am kiwi. From there it manages to be this purely delightful blend of fruity florals or floral fruities, I'm not sure which, but there's just this twinge of pepper to make things very, very fun. This screams: Wear me to something festive. Another blend, another bottle to seal my doom of Bpal addiction.

Shub-Niggurath: PURE SEX. I have to fan myself when I get this bottle out. I love it in purely whorish and naughty ways. I was sold from the description. Ginger, incense, resin? Oh, yeah, honey. I'm so humpin' on that. It was everything I had hoped it would be and more. It's SO warm and so sexy that you just want to put on your slut wear and shake that thing until your mate jumps you. ROWR. So, everyone, put on your Shub and go shake your ass. Also, I love the amber bottle. It's my first.

Dragon's Heart Long have my favorite Dragon's Blood blends been tied between Dragon's Bone and Dragon's Tears. Tears when I want the salty aquatic pulse, bone when I want that drier, than dry kindling feel. Dragon's Heart has that spicy oomph that I've always wanted to get from dragon's blood. It's just awesome. Powerful, warm, and purely sexual. I it.

Dorian. Oh, my sweet, sexy Dorian. I ordered this with my imp pack of love that I recieved with my last order. I now know what the fuss is about. Dorian is lovely. Truly, one of the lovliest things I've ever smelled. Then I think about the inspiration in connection to the glorious scent and I get a little weepy eyed. Love is some seriously cool shit, y'all. Anyway, dark sugared tea is the predominate scent on me, but it rides over something that I can, uselessly, only think of as posh and purple and ever so wicked. This is the most comforting and beautiful scent without being too masculine, too feminine, or foody. It feels like the hug that you desperately need from the one you love at the end of a long day. In short? Dorian = love.

Juke Joint Ah, sugared, boozy mint-how I love you. It reaches this perfect stage of something between minty pipe tobacco and sugar love on me. In fact, one nurse at work calls it my pipe tobacco perfume. It's because of that dry, almost woody stage that it reaches at the end for me. Something about this is a wonderful companion to Tombstone. It's almost as if Juke Joint is cooler version - if that makes any sense.

Tombstone I almost think I'm growing to love the blends that I didn't think I'd like more than the ones that I knew I'd love from the start. Tombstone was on my last imp order (I don't usually order imps-it was a treat!) because I was feeling a bit saucy. Sassafras? Well, don't know much about that, but cedar is a come and go sort of scent. But? I love warm and woody usually. So, maybe it's not such a stretch. HOLY GOD, I LOVE TOMBSTONE. It starts out so dusty. You can feel the wild west in this one. Tumbleweeds and warm, rough hewn floors under and open sunny window is the predominate feeling I get from it. The vanilla sweetens the works up. I still don't know what straight up sassafras smells like, but something gives this blend a bit of a bite. A good bite to my mind. Though, it does sting a bit if it's too soon out of the shower. On the love scale, we're somewhere in orbit.

Pink Moon = Happiness in Pink I love Pink Moon! Initially, it was a pinkish cousin to Chaste Moon to my nose. Not quite as creamy, but there was something very similar there. I love the florals in this one. The phlox and dogwood are what seem most happy to me. When I was a wee wench we lived in a place for a couple of years that had several dogwood trees in the back of a monstrous backyard. When the petals would start falling from the blossoms, I was all over them. It carpeted the back corner of the yard and I loved it. Pink Moon brings back a little of that childhood memory; makes me happy for it too. The berry and honey comes out a peep near the dry down, leaving it a soft, cool floral scent. It's all together lovely and pleasing. It doesn't have the best staying power, but if I keep buying lunacy blends-all the better to slather them by!

Ides of March clean, green, and bursting with springtime. The rosemary, lemon, and benzoin are the first thing I smell. So, it reminds me immediately of a traveling herbal shop-the sort that would be on someone's back. The cardamom and bergmont give it a spicey, peppery, but not pepper sort of spice. It's a really unique and enjoyable herbal. The more that I smell it, the more that I like it. It makes me want to run outside and play in the sun.

Someone was mentioning light and green scents - I had Aeval on yesterday and I would say that it qualifies. It's more floral on some, but on me it was light, springy, and green.

Aeval - how you have been the bright spot to a poopy day. First of all, I love that it's faintly green. I noticed this first when I put the reducer on the bottle - it left a spring green ring on the napkin. I love that because the color matches the scent perfectly - pale, spring green. I ... I love green! Amazingly, it wasn't predominately sweet pea on me. Mind you, I love sweet pea, so it wouldn't have been wholly a bad thing, but it tends to dominate certain blends on my skin - see Desdemona for details. So, I was expecting something like Sweet Pea and friends - but, haha! I was fooled. And, really, I'm not at all sad by this. Aeval is green and herbal - but lightly so, gently so. I don't get a heavy duty floral out of this at all and the tonka only comes out late in the dry down to add a rather nice touch to it all. Aeval sort of smells to me like something you'd find growing in Jack's forest from Legend. A feathery, fantastical bit of greenery with dainty and impossible looking pale flowers - and just maybe smattered with a wee bit o' the pixie dust. All in all, I love it and it truly has been the best part of today. It was touch and go for a while when I first put it on, but it turned into pure love somewhere between whacking off all of my hair and bickering with the boy. It's very springy, not too feminine, not too floral, and a nice one for both you boys and all of you girls. I'm going to dab some on my wrists right now and wear it to bed.

Chaste Moon Though March marks the end of the desolation and chill of winter, it is not yet Spring, the time of rebirth, fertility and the Earth’s fecundity. March’s Full Moon is a Virgin’s Moon, pure, youthful, unsullied and innocent. This is the Moon of the Child, and the scent is as soft and gentle as a baby’s breath: milky blossoms and soft cream touch the last buds of winter, coupled with crystalline, bright traditional Lunar oils. Happiness in a bottle, pure and simple; and that's about the best way to sum up how I feel about Chaste Moon. It starts off creamy and buttery. Not quite the sharp buttery scent from Harvest Moon, but like someone said, a creamier version of that same note. It's definately the spring ying to Harvest Moon's autumn yang. The florals are so milky and smooth. I'm just amazed and in love with this. On the dry down, the florals and lunar notes come out more, pushing the sweetcream butter scent to the background, but that's no bad thing. On the drydown, I can definately see where it achieves that gender neutral tagline. Just enough of the creamy sensation lingers to really meld with the lunar notes and those sexy, milky florals to keep it from being "Hi, I smell like a total girl!" I think this would smell lovely on a guy. Though, I love my guy, I'd have to really think first about parting with an imp of this so that he could have some. LOL All in all and on the half slice and a quarter of a bit of sense later ... I think I have to go back to my original description: Chaste Moon is happiness in a bottle. Oh, and it layers quite nicely over MMU's Sands of Morocco.

Desdemona Sweet, wet, & floral-that's the easiest way to sum up Desdemona for me. It reminds me of a hypersweet Szepasszony. It has more of a rounded note, where as Szepasszony is sharper, somehow. I think that must be the combinatin of sweet pea and carnation. It's a very feminine perfume, rather traditional too. I think it's a good one for sweet, summer days, funerals, or meeting someone's Churchy granny.

Bloodlust Sniff: Heavy incense! Wet: Incense and spider legs ... bring on the patchouli After 10: It's actually quite nice, which I didn't expect. Once I get that initial "oh, my skin's gonna hump the patchouli" fear-rare is it that it works for me. But, the dragon's blood has definately come forward now and seems to be the head chief reigning in all of the other little Indians. Impressions: It's a deep, red scent. Animalistic, bitch ready, but with that rounded, open scent of dragon's blood making it a bit sweet. Nice!

The Living Flame Sniff: Oh, wow. Sweet. Sweet with red syrup from an Italian soda. Florals, black, dark cherries, and something that makes me smile-which generally means olfactory deja`vu. Wet: As expected, my skin amps the sweetness on contact. It's candied sweetness and all happy. After 10: Musk, light though, and red fruit-maybe plums, maybe black cherries. There are rich florals too-not roses, but I think there might be a touch o'the sweet pea in here. Impressions: This is is a highly feminine and sweetly sensual blend. It sort of reminds me Pink Sugar's sophisticated, ultra beautiful foreign auntie. This blend knows how to twist its body and swing its hips just so. It's desired, but sweet enough that perhaps there's that last, clinging thread of something innocent. I have the perfect analogy for it in my head, but it wouldn't make sense to anyone but me. LOL