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An organonitrogen haze of iris, orange blossom, and neroli obfuscating seas of ethane and mountains of ice, buffeted by gusts of methane and smoky rain. Yes. YES. This is amazing, and definitely NOT methanous! Wet, it smells like a sparkling, crystalline translucent yellow-orange, really bright orange blossom, definitely hazy, gauzy. On the skin, it's a real mix of ice, clouds, marine, lightning... like all of Beth's fun storms swirled together over a crystalline ocean and is whipping it into a frothy frenzy. There's definitely an ice note in here, I think the one from like Monastery in the Mountains - definitely a high clarity, non-slushy ice note, mixed together with a bit of Lightning's bright ozone. There's also a little bit of orange rind jumping in and out here, adding a bit of weirdly citrus warmth (spark?) to the melange of atmospherics. I don't get much iris, but if there is some powderiness holding everything together it is thrumming in the background. Over all this, I can definitely pull out that clarion call of neroli - the smooth glow of that note ascends and orbits all the rest of the scent. It truly is a core of ice, rain, wind, ocean, resonating with a bright, high-pitched sweet citrus-floral haze. I got two on impulse, will love them to death!
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One of the Alkyonides, the seven daughters of Alcyoneus. Blueberry and tangerine for the bright plumage of the kingfisher, limned with frozen flower petals. I have to say, this is just what I hoped it would be light! Fresh light and frozen come to mind. I don't know why but I thought of Skadi when I smelled it. Sometimes Lunacies are too aquatic or ozone-y for me, so I don't buy them often anymore, but not this one. The fruits are strong and realistic (the blueberry is great not synthetic) wet, though I don't smell tangerine alone, then it morphs into cold frozen, sweet musky petals on me. I like it better first applied, but it's def. a keeper.
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East sat the crone, in Iárnvidir, Fenrir’s progeny: of all shall be one especially the moon’s devourer, in a troll’s semblance. Hati Hróðvitnisson, He Who Hates, the Enemy, He Who Swallows the Moon. The son of Fenris, he feasts on the flesh of the dead and on the final day, he will devour the moon and spatter the skies with blood. He is sated with the last breath of dying men; the gods’ seat he with red gore defiles: swart is the sunshine then for summers after; all weather turns to storm. Frost-limned fur, hackles hunched with insatiable, implacable rage, and death-white fangs crusted with clove-tinted blood. In the bottle: Faintly aquatic. Wet on my skin: Soft, fuzzy, gentle snowy-aquatic. Dry: Despite the rather ominous-sounding description, this ends up being a soft, fuzzy, comfortable scent on my skin. I can't really pick out specific notes, aside from a whiff of what I believe to be slightly spicy blood musk, because this is exceedingly well-blended. There's a slightly lavendery-ozonic snow, I think, atop...fur. It's fur. Clean fur, smelling slightly of high-end pupper shampoo. Having three cats and three dogs, it's an oddly familiar scent that took a bit to place, but which definitely smells like it smells, at least to my nose. Plus that bit of spicy blood musk and snow. It's a darker side of comfortable and snuggly, like a big ol' fluffy, smiling husky who looks uncomfortably like a wolfdog as he eyes your Shih-Tzu with an expression usually reserved for a raw steak.
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How should the wind be periphrased? Thus: call it son of Fornjót, Brother of the Sea and of Fire, Scathe or Ruin or Hound or Wolf of the Wood or of the Sail or of the Rigging. A burst of wind and flame hurling over the space-dark sea: opoponax and black oudh alight with red amber, dragon’s blood resin, and neroli. Dark opoponax, salty spicy DBR, and a touch of amber. This one smells like dark thunderous sea on fire. Salty. Firey. Totally very Viking-esque. Medium throw and wear length.
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A Gaulish giant, believed to be the Gaul’s parallel to the god Mercury. Wild sage and hyssop, marigold and frankincense, lemon verbena and tobacco. I hate to be first review and not a rave, but Erriapus is not working with my skin chemistry. You know those high-end, French-milled lemon verbena soaps? That's basically what I'm getting, with a bit of musty marigold. I wonder if my skin has started turning sage into soap -- I got soap from The Crescent Moon, too. That would be tragic. After about an hour I start to get a little tobacco and frank but it's too late to save this on me.
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Thou didst smite the head of Keila, Smash Kjallandi altogether, Ere thou slewest Lútr and Leidi, Didst spill the blood of Búseyra; Didst hold back Hengjankjapta, Hyrrokkin died before; Yet sooner in like fashion Svívör from life was taken. Hringhorni, Baldr’s ship, was the largest of all such vessels and was to serve as the god’s funeral ship. When Loki murdered Baldur, the gods built the funeral pyre on his ship, Hringhorni. Hringhorni was massive, and none of the Aesir could move it, so they begged help of the Jötun, Hyrrokkin. Fire-smoked and flame-haired, the giantess arrived on a gargantuan wolf harnessed by reins made of live vipers. Hyrrokkin was able to push Baldur’s funeral ship out to sea, but the force of her strength caused the earth to quake and the rollers to burst into flame. Thor, angered by the quake and the conflagration, was intent on murdering Hyrrokkin until the Aesir stayed his hand. Viper-green and smoldering: smoke-swirled black pine, patchouli leaf, coriander, and sweet green vetiver. I get pine, patchouli, and green vetiver, nicely balanced. I was worried about too much smoke or coriander but I don't sense either too much at all. It goes on strong but fades quickly on me. It feels powerful, dignified, sombre, awe-inspiring, a tad frightening ... just as if I was witnessing the jotun herself arriving. I wore it when I went out to vote yesterday because I needed her presence.
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Oracle and healer, the Titaness Dione was once one of Zeus’ consorts. Her scent is dove black labdanum shining with opalescent lavender and poplar bud. I love lavender! I love labdanum! with a scent based upon two beloved notes, what could go wrong??? the answer is not a dang thing. dione is as good as I'd hoped when I added her to my basket. this is a gorgeous combo of ooomphy lavender and dark syrupy labdanum. they are hanging out side by side as opposed to getting lost as a blend. I'm not sure I'm smelling anything that I would identify as poplar bud, but initially I did get a fleeting waft of something slightly grassy/earthy. sillage is good but I'm greedily hoping that it increases a bit with some aging.
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One of the Oceanids, the Three-Thousand Daughters of Tethys and Oceanus. Draped in a sun-bright peplos of flowing champaca, Bengal oudh, golden vanilla, neroli, and amber cream, she personifies divine blessings. Whoa no one's reviewed this yet? Source: Lab blind-buy Preconceptions: Hoping for creamy earthy sweet amber. Unfamiliar with MOST of these notes so thought this would be a fun scent journey for me. Bottle: Milky, watery, sweet. Initial Skin: Reminds me of almond milk. It's surprisingly light. Very gently floral, sweet, faintly nutty, feels very milky & wet. Drydown: Warmth starts to peak out a few minutes in, amber comes out almost like morning sun on a dew-covered flower. Starts to dry up that overall wet vibe I got and changes the blend from a white-cool scent, to a golden gentle glow. Cozy amber isn't amping like it can on me, vanilla isn't going sour, behaving very well, thank you! Staying gentle in every note - nutty, floral, creamy, gentlest touch of amber, barest hint of vanilla sweetness. Well balanced with each other. Surprisingly more milky than I expected, but beautiful. Very soft, feminine, gentle. But don't confuse it with delicate. This doesn't evoke anything innocent or girly - this feels very self-possessed womanly. NOT the earthy amber I thought it would be - Champaca was a big question mark in my mind, and I think it ended up helping to steer this blend into a more feminine zone. Verdict: Dew covered summer flowers being warmed by first light. Medium throw, and has lovely staying power.
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First began to fly Fornjót's sons ill-shapen. One of Fornjót's sons, Lord of the Winds, whose descendants came to rule Finnlandi and Kænlandi. White pear, dandelion sap, and champaca blossom, chilled by a gust of white musk. When I first smelled this, fresh from the mail box, the pear was prominent and sweet, while the champaca was nowhere to be found. Now Kari has had a few days to settle and she's quite a different moon beast. The pear is still present, but it's drier, crisper, and less sweet, almost like a dry pear cider. Perhaps it's the white musk giving it this effect. It makes the fragrance feel unisex and astringent. The champaca blossom has definately made it's presence known. It's well balanced with the other notes, adding just a tendril of incense to this cool and airy blend. Champaca can smell almost soapy to me sometimes, and that's the vibe I get here. Kari smells clean, mysterious, austere. I really, really like it actually. Very glad I snapped up a bottle of this one. I'm curious to see if the notes continue to reorganize themselves, and if I'll ever get more dandilion sap. ,
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Son of Gaia, slain by Hephastus with red-hot iron, incinerated by Zeus lightning bolts. Not a lucky fellow at all. A thunderclap of ozone and red peppercorn slicing through sweet vetiver, black patchouli, and opoponax. Mimas had a very strong grassy note to it - I think it was the ozone combined with the opoponax. It stays in that grassy cool place for a while, but the ultimate drydown is much warmer. I get the vetiver with hints of patchouli coming through, and its like lava erupting underneath a sheet of ice. Oddly enough, this ends up as a gender neutral/masculine blend on me, and I can see it being killer on the right guy. You know, someone who is outwardly cool, but a raging volcano underneath. Medium throw and wear length.
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He Who Soothes the Storm: languid lavender pacifying a tumultuous wave of salt water, guiac wood, and cedar. Whoa, this is beautiful! It is a very masculine lavender. The guiac wood adds just a touch of natural sweetness, the cedar grounds it. The lavender stays dominant throughout. I don't get any aquatic from this, it just seems like a clean, fresh airy floral with just a whisper of woods. Soft, not bracing. It is the kind of scent that seems unexpected, daring and sexy, yet still gentle and inviting. I suspect a lot of people will want to buy this for their significant others, so they can cuddle up to Aegir.
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There was one born, in times of old, with wondrous might endowed, of origin divine: nine Jötun maids gave birth, to the gracious god, at the world’s margin. Giâlp gave him birth, Greip gave him birth, Eistla gave him birth, and Angeia; Ulfrûn gave him birth, and Eyrgiafa, Imd and Atla, and Jârnsaxa. The boy was nourished with the strength of the earth, with the ice-cold sea, and with Sôn’s blood. “The One With the Iron Knife”, she is one of the nine sisters who gave birth to the god Heimdallr and, by some accounts, the mother of Magni. Her scent is that of ice floes and frozen mountainsides, white juniper crushed under the bare feet of a jötunn. I'm questing a lot in Stormheim in World of Warcraft... so this scent spoke to me as a Valarjar / Questing type of scent! Wet, this is a very cool, ozonic scent. Kind of murky deep cobalt blue, not very 'snow/slush' as I would expect initially. On me, I get an immediate lift of eucalyptus and spearmint together, all kind of sitting on a bunch of fir and dark spruce. I think there's a tiny touch of rock in this, because it's got a bit of grit. I can get the juniper as well, that's probably what I'm interpreting as a melange of coniferous scents. As it dries it definitely veers quickly into the conifer territory, mostly a mixed northern forest with a hint of cool from the breeze of mint and ice. It has very low throw on me, but I can get whiffs as I type. Get this if you love Beth's interpretation of forests, this is definitely a chilly, borean one.
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Winters unmeasured | ere earth was made Was the birth of Bergelmir; Thruthgelmir's son | was the giant strong, And Aurgelmir's grandson of old. The father of a new era of Frost Giants, survivor of the deluge of blood that erupted from Ymir’s mutilations. Winters unmeasured: blue spruce blanketed in sleet, cypress smoke, yew berry, and frozen, brittle stems of lavender. First, in the bottle and wet on my skin, I get blue spruce as the strongest note, but its needles are woven with lavender threads. After drydown, I get lots of a somewhat woody-toned berry, which I take to be the yew berry. After a while, I find that this berry has taken over. Bergelmir has an overall quality of faraway, remote conifer woods, perhaps slightly haunted in the tales of a few villagers, with a distant smoky quality. I like it! For me it's wintery, but nature-based and a bit moody, rather than having any sort of constructed holiday vibe.
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