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This is a great dark berry HG with a witchy vibe. The slight bitterness is a reminder that belladonna is poisonous, and not all flowers are merely pretty & harmless (hello there, Rappaccini's Garden).

This a very nice unisex fougere. I mostly get the fir & lichen/moss but overall it's foresty, crisp & sweet with a long wear length.

Rather than fur & brown notes, I find this pleasantly foresty. A place of golden sunlit evergreens rather than cold snowy pine, though. It reminds me of summertime hiking. I like to pair it with the new supersweet Dorian HG to balance out the sugar.

This is hella sexy - so much so that I don't feel comfortable wearing it to work. Great otherwise!

I wore this all winter long.To me, it's the perfect blend of spice & sweetness. I don't care for smoke but didn't find it overly smokey - the note complements the spices. I had a decant first & liked it so much that I quickly upgraded to a bottle. 🎃

Warm, cuddly & spicy (clove, thanks to the bay rum). The patch is present but not overpowering. Definite similarities to Time is a Phoenix & There is No Bliss Like This.

My impression is of a sultry floral with all the notes smoothly blending together. I was hoping the blood orange would be more prominent but it's nice as is.

A couple others from the permanent collection might be worth seeking: Blythe Hollow from ParaNorman (Dead leaves and cold, moist breezes set at the edge of a forest of maple, pine, cedar, and cypress) Dawn: Cernunnos (Terebinth pine, basil, green sandalwood, fig leaf, armoise, lemon balm, cypress, myrrh, black cedar, and juniper)

It's more candyfloss than marshmallow on me & I'm getting a definite 'pink' note which I'm reading as strawberry with a smidgen of rose. I like it!

I bought a bottle unsniffed as I was so sure this would be great on me since I love sandalwood & pumpkin (with or without spice) but my skin turned this into wet paint, dank & industrial. (2021 version) I was too afraid to try the 2022 one but perhaps I should as it seems to be different.

I get quite a bit of pear & a little fig when first applied but that fades quickly & then it's all about the spiced honey cake. Other than clove, there are no spices listed but I'm picking out ginger, clove & maybe some nutmeg & pepper. This scent has low throw on me but lasts a long time (applied in early evening & could still find it this morning).

Sweet & smokey with some leaves in the background. Since I'm in an area that gets a lot of wildfire smoke in the summer time, I was a bit skeptical that I would want to use something smokey but since it's not at all acrid or bitter, I quite enjoy it in cool weather.

Ooh, this has aged nicely! It was always incensey with a bit of cedar but now the deep musk is more pronounced & there's a cola note, too (opopponax?). Sexy, slightly sinister cologne. The original Lurid Library never smelled like books to me; it was more the atmosphere of an occult library than the contents. I'm attributing the additional woodiness here to the dried vines of the pumpkin patch but I don't get a pumpkin note as such. It's great as is!

This is a head scratcher - my skin is turning something in here to cookies, incensey cookies but cookies nonetheless. It starts out somewhat like balsam with a slight spice background, then a pleasant dry woody incense comes out & it ends up as incense with a hint of snickerdoodles. YMMV. I was concerned there might be a dirt note but not to worry, we're baking instead! It's pretty great, actually, and not too sweet.

Mostly getting a lovely sweet tobacco & parchment with a hint of vanilla. Any leather is well incorporated. Very warm & inviting - I would wear this as a perfume!

This is warm & resin--y, then the patchouli & a touch of red musk come out, but not too aggressively. There's just a hint of ale & I don't notice any oudh. It's not a gnarly, dirty patch, more well-behaved, but still earthy. I'm having trouble describing the overall scent but my husband really likes it!

This is too smokey for me. Fortunately I'm getting campfire & not cigarettes, but it's just not my thing.

I agree that this is an excellent snowy forest scent! The description makes it sound much more sinister & harsh than it is. I love the sweet pine snow note with the clove behind it & don't really notice the eucalyptus or cumin unless I search for them. There was a brief phase with a slightly disquieting salty leather note which I'm assuming is the troll musk but it disappears under the pine. The drydown seems to have a bit of amber in it as well. It won't be for everyone but I'm going to upgrade to a bottle since my husband wants to wear it, too.

I'm a big fan of this one for when I want spice but not too much. I get nice mellow pumpkin spices with the absinthe brightening it up & giving it a hint of citrus. It seems like there is a baked goods base but it could be a subtle buttery pumpkin note, too. This is a fabulous scent to transition from Summer to Fall/Autumn.

There Is No Bliss Like This (Lupercalia, 2020) has both clove and carnation (as well as cinnamon). With vanilla & patchouli in the background, this is a very cozy spice party.

Velvet (gentle sandalwood warmed by cocoa vanilla and a veil of deep myrrh) might be a contender. Reviews are mixed but I find it very cozy and it would be easy to get a hold of since it's GC. I think at least one of the 13 scents had a cat on the label as did some of the Weenies.

Without reading the notes, I would have guessed this was blueberry rather than blackberry. I'm not finding much in the way of earthiness just sweet berries after the fresh opening of citrusy lavender notes. No noticeable florals for me. It is very pretty!

Anyone who likes mango at all should grab this one! This will be great for summer, is work-friendly since the patch isn't prominent, & I'm debating whether I need a bottle...

He was walking through a room bigger than a city, and everywhere he looked there were statues and carvings and rough-hewn images. He was standing beside a statue of a womanlike thing: her naked breasts hung flat and pendulous on her chest, around her waist was a chain of severed hands, both of her own hands held sharp knives, and, instead of a head, rising from her neck there were twin serpents, their bodies arched, facing each other, ready to attack. There was something profoundly disturbing about the statue, a deep and violent wrongness. Shadow backed away from it. He began to walk through the hall. The carved eyes of those statues that had eyes seemed to follow his every step. In his dream, he realized that each statue had a name burning on the floor in front of it. The man with the white hair, with a necklace of teeth about his neck, holding a drum, was Leucotios; the broad-hipped woman with monsters dropping from the vast gash between her legs was Hubur; the ram-headed man holding the golden ball was Hershef. A precise voice, fussy and exact, was speaking to him, in his dream, but he could see no one. These are gods who have been forgotten, and now might as well be dead. They can be found only in dry histories. They are gone, all gone, but their names and their images remain with us. Shadow turned a corner, and knew himself to be in another room, even vaster than the first. It went on farther than the eye could see. Close to him was the skull of a mammoth, polished and brown, and a hairy ocher cloak, being worn by a small woman with a deformed left hand. Next to that were three women, each carved from the same granite boulder, joined at the waist: their faces had an unfinished, hasty look to them, although their breasts and genitalia had been carved with elaborate care; and there was a flightless bird which Shadow did not recognize, twice his height, with a beak like a vultures, but with human arms: and on, and on. The voice spoke once more, as if it were addressing a class, saying, These are the gods who have passed out of memory. Even their names are lost. The people who worshiped them are as forgotten as their gods. Their totems are long since broken and cast down. Their last priests died without passing on their secrets. Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end. Ancient incense and charred sacrifices echoing through time. Very smoky! I can smell the charred sacrifices, too, but I'm not really noticing anything that I recognize as incense, just a slight bit of sweetness after the initial smoke has cleared.

My nose and brain insist on interpreting this as the best clean laundry smell ever. All fir, all the time, with a little sharpness from the red musk & some mystery powdery-ness in the background. It's not what I was expecting but I love it! It reminds me a bit of Knight in Shiny Armor & I think it would work well as a Paladin character scent (though that sits strangely with the inspiration for the scent - I guess they can be diabolical ).