Leopard403

Green, green grass in liquid form. Just like the old Yankee Candle grass tarts I lived for in college. No "fallen leaves" smell to my nose, just a freshly-mown field of grass.

This smells very faint to me; I have to sniff hard. To me, the strongest notes are the grass and a golden, slightly bitter mead; and there is a faint sugary, floral background that burns off of my skin within moments of application. After an hour or so, I smell like I've slept in a square of sunlight in a well-kept barn, which sounds quite romantic but really just smells of sweet hay and the slightly musky, sour smell of sweat. So, so sad.

Oh. My. This is simply lovely and I am so glad I could scoop up an imp, because I need a gallon! So many of the other pumpkin blends lose their pumpkin-y goodness after a while, but here the pumpkin lingers. Add in the coconut, strong and freshly cracked, with a whiff of bright mango and a soft base of heady myrrh, and this is Dee Lish Us. Who would've thought a *tropical pumpkin* would be so very amazing. I think Mom needs a bottle, too. Edited a few hours later to add: Okay, I see how this might smell maple-y to some people... but only because at the library today, the woman helping me at the reference desk said "*sniff sniff* Do you smell pancakes?" Yeah, I was the only one around and all I smelled was my Pumpkin I. I slunk away shortly afterward.

Wet and in the bottle: ORANGE!!!!!1! As it dries, orange and anise, with a hint of cream and some underlying muskiness. And I adore the label.

Fantastic. But then, I'm a rose whore, so that's not surprise. This is a very different rose than my other LE favorite, Rose Red. Where RR is dark and lush and slutty and RED, Katrina is a softer, more innocent, and slightly sweeter little sister. If Red is the leather-clad, matte-lipstick-wearing power tripper, Katrina is the pink-cheeked but barefaced nature lover. Very nice. ETA: Over 12 hours later, and I just had to come back and add this: This morning, as I was preparing for my shower, I caught a whiff of something and thought, "Mmm, what is that? It's nice. (And maybe I don't need a shower yet after all.)" After chuckling a mo' over my lame joke, I realized that I still smelled like Katrina. STILL! And I'd only dabbed a bit on my wrists! Yes, Miz van Tassel, I luuuurve you.

In the bottle and wet on my skin, this is identical to Jack. But on the dry-down the fruit sneaks out, and this becomes more of a summery scent than a fall one. Which is totally cool, 'cause I can just save it and let it age until next year. No carnation on my skin, which is a bummer; but no jasmine either, which is most definitely and something I was hoping for.

Hmm. I wanted more La Befana and less Sugar Skull in my Sticky Pillowcase. On me, this is very heavy brown-sugar sweetness. Don't like it in the hot weather, though I'll keep it around for a while in case it works better in the cold.

This is my first time trying Samhain, and oh how I wanted to love it. But no. Because all I smell is BandAids.

The encroaching darkness: black orchid, jonquil, white pear, white amber, gardenia, olibanum, champaca, sweet clove, tonka, oakmoss, and blue musk. If Opuhi were still available, I would think I'd received a mislabeled bottle. Because this smells identical to Opuhi to me; in the bottle, wet on skin, and on the dry-down. Good thing I love Opuhi, since I no longer have to ration it quite so frugally. Lune Noire is a lovely blend, but altogether too familiar for me to swoon anew.

SGA, you are a sneaky, sneaky wench! You smell like crisp apples in the bottle, but on my skin you morph into something surprisingly sophisticated, slightly soft and powdery but still very fresh and cold. This doesn't have the the straight-up, fades-too-fast apple note I've tried in other scents; instead the apple is almost floral and dewy-smelling. It is just lovely. And I heart the cold blue bottle!

In the bottle and wet, this is WAY too perfume-y for me. A "geddit away!" reaction if I ever had one. (Ima lookin' at you, resins!) Luckily I was brave enough for a dab on the wrist, because as it dries it mellows into something rather nice and almost totally floral. Damn, I have strange skin.

In the bottle: Wow there is a lot of this going on! I can't identify one particular scent in the bunch, but I get distinctly fruity overtones. Wet on my skin: Blueberry pancakes. Totally seriously. On drydown: Smells like blueberry tobacco.

Funny how things work, as in my two-bottle order I expected to love Dionysia but be wary of Clemence, and as it turns out this is opposite day. Is it the benzoin that does it? The frankincense? This smells like a perfumey grandmother to me, all impostor Opium and Chanel No. 5 (neither of which I like). I get no fruit. I get no wood. It is all cheap perfume and sadness. This goes up for swaps.

Thank you, random internet addiction, that you made me order Clemence! I am anti-patchouli. Period. But after all the raving (and way too much champagne) I decided I *needed* this. And I am so happy I did! This is a wonderful earthy-spicy floral without any of the hippie-ish associations I have toward Big P. It is sexy and sultry and overwhelmingly spicy carnation on my skin. Just delightful, and the first CD scent I must must must stock up on!

Damn you, ylang ylang! I and my migraines curse you. Rose, gardenia, tuberose, and sandalwood all at once? Oh how I want you! But DAMN YOU ylang ylang!

I was expecting all caramel from this, planning on all foody and sweet. And it is, but to me, these apples have bite. Crisp, on top of the sweetness.

I just got around to testing an imp I've had for a while, and oh how I wish I got the lovely cherry so many others smell. To me, this is medicinal and almost smokey. I coughed and put it away.

Oh how I wish this were in the permanent collection! This is a wonderful amalgamation of all the things I like best in a scent: Sort of creamy-foody, with a bit of spice and a hint of sweet fruit and candy. I loved wearing this in cooler weather, and had some misgivings about how it would react on my skin in the summer heat... but it continues to be just glorious in the most fun way. And this is the scent that does not fade: A whole work-day later and people are still telling me I smell nice!

Of the four snakes I've tried thus far, this is my favorite. Snake Oil alone is a hard scent for me to wear; it makes me smell sort of sour. But here, tempered with the almond and the almost ammaretto-like top notes, it is very sweet. Slightly syrupy for the first few moments of wear, it mellows out to a nutty, creamy tang. And for some reason, it takes on a softly floral note after a while. Whatever is happening on my skin, it works!

This is a scent that seems to morph back and forth on my skin. Sometimes I get a deep, ripe guava base; a dark fruit with a hint of that spicy pepper. And other times, I get straight up gummi worms. Luckily, both "versions" smell quite good.

This is the scent that made me realize I am allergic to ylang ylang. It's the floral of florals, right? And I love the scent, but it really induces migraines for me. So sad that this apple-y crisp, sweet floral blend doesn't work.

I've been trying to slowly branch out, and I was drawn to Thanatos because of its sandalwood and rose notes. Sadly, the benzoin and incense notes make this too smokey and resin-y for me to truly enjoy it. This is a perfume that smells like perfume, which is definitely not for me.

This is the only BPAL rose blend I have not been impressed with so far. The "translucent" part is right: Where is the scent? I think I smell rose, with a hint of something else that may be floral, but the whiff is here and gone so quickly I'm not quite sure.

Viola always was my favorite Shakesperean heroine, and this scent captures her in such a lovely way: Sweet, but sort of brash. Strong, but not overbearing. Not overtly feminine (well, how could she be? ) but very soft and sultry at the core. Slightly reminiscent of the dry floral of London, there is a bit more fresh greenness here, with just a hint of something smokey at the bottom. Sexy in a sneaky way, just like its namesake.

Mmmm, I love this. It evokes scenes of Victorian London's petticoats and cobblestones, and the desperate attempt for women to remain "proper." The rose is sort of dry and dusty, as if it longs for just a sip of sunshine to bring it to life. It isn't a very "deep" scent: It isn't a perfume to be worn out on a hot night out, but it would be perfect the next morning, underneath sexy cotton sheets with brunch and a mimosa.