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Cathedral (Sin & Salvation) - Venerable and solemn: the scent of incense smoke wafting through an ancient church. A true ecclesiatical blend of pure resins. Oh, okay, no. Not even for a second will I put that on my skin. Nope. The imp gave me sort of a almost woodsy scent. And incense - which I can not stand in real life. So... no.
Desire (Love Potions) - The overwhelming agony of passion crystallized into a singularly dark and magnetic blend: bittersweet neroli, black patchouli and black musk, gilded by apple, bergamot, blood red rose, teak, and vanilla. Even before I open the imp I fear this one. The bittersweet neroli, the black musk, the teak, the PATCHOULI (spit, spit). So... in the imp, very musky and the slightest bit sweet so I decide to take a chance and apply some. After a few minutes I can smell the rose. And then it all goes baby powder on me. Which is still better than the all out hate I was expecting.
Spooky (Winter Limited Edition) - A maddeningly festive blend of warm, buttery rum, cocoa, coconut, vanilla and a jolt of peppermint. It’s a sweet, decadent, slightly silly scent, reminicent of rum-laced holiday cookies. I've read such wonderful reviews of this scent. (Thin Mint! It's supposed to smell like thin mint!) And I get coconut. It's like I'm drowning in pina colada mix, literally. And that is totally not a good thing. The peppermint is sort of... old, like ancient candycanes you discover shoved in the couch cushions right around mid-October. I wanted to love this so much, I wanted to be all Thin Minty... but no. I weep. ETA: Hours later the smell is still clinging to me and I've tried everything to make it go away: Water, soap, those facial deep pore cleansing pads. I'm getting physically ill from the smell and I think I'm going to hurl. Which should, in no way, discourage anyone else from trying Spooky and if they're interested in a swap or to buy it, I'm good with that. Really.
Suspiro (Love Potions) - A Latin word that means to sigh or draw a deep breath, that also suggests longing, desire, yearning, and a passionate wish. Ylang ylang with white plum, white orchid, jasmine, calla lily and lily of the valley. Orchids and white plum so nice in the imp. It just gets better on the skin. And yes, I did get this imp because of the name. I won't make the joke since![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rewil made it so well on her review a long time ago (it involved the scent of barbed wire and broken stained glass) but if you have ever seen the movie we're giggling about, you'll know. A very fruity, floral scent. I like it. It's a little to exotic botany and not enough tasty tasty for me to order a 5ml I think, however if one were to someday land in my lap, I would not be upset.
Not doing so good on the law of averages here. So far out of nearly thirty some new scents received this last month I've had maybe five go into the Yay pile and only one that I want a bigger bottle of. I guess that's good for my bank account but a little sad for me.
And now? I smell like I should be sitting in some beach resort surrounded by exotic flowers as the drunk idiot from the cabana next to me trips on his way to leer at the topless women on the beach and dumps his pina colada down my front where it turns the thin layer of baby powder I was using to keep my skin soft into a big ol' mess.
Desire (Love Potions) - The overwhelming agony of passion crystallized into a singularly dark and magnetic blend: bittersweet neroli, black patchouli and black musk, gilded by apple, bergamot, blood red rose, teak, and vanilla. Even before I open the imp I fear this one. The bittersweet neroli, the black musk, the teak, the PATCHOULI (spit, spit). So... in the imp, very musky and the slightest bit sweet so I decide to take a chance and apply some. After a few minutes I can smell the rose. And then it all goes baby powder on me. Which is still better than the all out hate I was expecting.
Spooky (Winter Limited Edition) - A maddeningly festive blend of warm, buttery rum, cocoa, coconut, vanilla and a jolt of peppermint. It’s a sweet, decadent, slightly silly scent, reminicent of rum-laced holiday cookies. I've read such wonderful reviews of this scent. (Thin Mint! It's supposed to smell like thin mint!) And I get coconut. It's like I'm drowning in pina colada mix, literally. And that is totally not a good thing. The peppermint is sort of... old, like ancient candycanes you discover shoved in the couch cushions right around mid-October. I wanted to love this so much, I wanted to be all Thin Minty... but no. I weep. ETA: Hours later the smell is still clinging to me and I've tried everything to make it go away: Water, soap, those facial deep pore cleansing pads. I'm getting physically ill from the smell and I think I'm going to hurl. Which should, in no way, discourage anyone else from trying Spooky and if they're interested in a swap or to buy it, I'm good with that. Really.
Suspiro (Love Potions) - A Latin word that means to sigh or draw a deep breath, that also suggests longing, desire, yearning, and a passionate wish. Ylang ylang with white plum, white orchid, jasmine, calla lily and lily of the valley. Orchids and white plum so nice in the imp. It just gets better on the skin. And yes, I did get this imp because of the name. I won't make the joke since
rewil made it so well on her review a long time ago (it involved the scent of barbed wire and broken stained glass) but if you have ever seen the movie we're giggling about, you'll know. A very fruity, floral scent. I like it. It's a little to exotic botany and not enough tasty tasty for me to order a 5ml I think, however if one were to someday land in my lap, I would not be upset. Not doing so good on the law of averages here. So far out of nearly thirty some new scents received this last month I've had maybe five go into the Yay pile and only one that I want a bigger bottle of. I guess that's good for my bank account but a little sad for me.
And now? I smell like I should be sitting in some beach resort surrounded by exotic flowers as the drunk idiot from the cabana next to me trips on his way to leer at the topless women on the beach and dumps his pina colada down my front where it turns the thin layer of baby powder I was using to keep my skin soft into a big ol' mess.
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