For the benefit of the Lone Star: Blue Bonnet edition

Posting for the benefit of all Texans caught up in the Hurricane Harvey disaster:

So, many folks are watching closely the news broadcasts of the recent Hurricane hitting the Gulf Coast, most notably in Texas.

So many want to help, but are unaware of what it takes to do so safely without overburdening the already overburdened rescue staff that are waiting for the go-ahead to do more than just get people and animals out of the heavily flooded areas in-between pauses.

The most important thing to do is raise funds for those that are experts in the field so they can more effectvely help those in the greatest need.  Also donating blood for the most extreme issues is vital.  That said, I’ll post this with little of my usual cheek.

Like perfume or know a gal who does? Want to help with relief efforts for victims of Hurricane Harvey, but don’t know what to do?  Support relief efforts and smell nice/make that special gal smell nice at the same time.

Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab  has released

Single Note: Blue Bonnet

Proceeds to benefit disaster relief for victims of Hurricane Harvey.

Elizabeth Barrial and her husband Ted “Puddin” Barrial of Black Phoenix Trading Post are well known for their charitable works, releasing scents whose proceeds go to various causes that benefit so many.

If you weren’t aware, the deep Blue Lupines that grow in Texas are known as Blue Bonnets and are the Texas state flower.
They cover the beautiful curving, winding roads and pathways every Spring with a gorgeous blanket of blue that has to be seen…and smelled to believe.

Stay safe everyone!

 

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Rest and relaxation is apparently for the birds.

So my wonderful readers, I’m back.  Still a bit shaky, but ready to get this show on the road.

Since my Black Phoenix Alchemy Laboratory order is MIA, I cannot give you my planned American Gods review, so I will dive into all of the other lovelies I have tried recently.

First up is Bosie, from ZOMG Smells.  It’s a general catalogue scent, and thank goodness, because I love it about as much as Earth and Heaven(and I’ll need more of that soon).

Bosie                                                                      ZOMG Smells                                                  General Catalogue

Lord Alfred Douglas is best remembered as Bosie, Oscar Wilde’s famously terrible boyfriend and almost certainly the beautiful, unreliable model for Dorian Grey. When Bosie caught the flu, Wilde nursed him back to health; once recovered, Bosie went off to enjoy life. Wilde came down with it next; instead of returning the favor, Bosie sent his hotel bill on Wilde’s birthday. They fought and parted several times, but Wilde kept coming back. 

What did Wilde see in him?
 
Part of the attraction was probably the challenge of winning Bosie’s attention. He was not a caretaker type, and his was not an unconditional love. It had to be attracted, must be enticed, and it could not be caught and held– it could only be enjoyed while it lasted. 
 
This is a fresh, enticing scent that makes you want to inhale a little more deeply and try to catch the elusive hint of formal gardens, romantic hedge mazes, the old-fashioned masculine of lavender, the palest of musks, and a sharp, spicy green galbanum that hints at an untamed heart beneath the lightly sugared surface. 

In the Bottle: Lavender Lavender Lavender green!

On Me: This reminds me a bit of the classic Fougere Royale(that I was fortunate enough to be able to smell and try), with just a pale hint of musk.  It also reminds me a bit of BPAL’s Wilde(review below), but without the busyness the heady notes of Jasmine and grounding Patchouli bring, with it’s Lavender, Tonka, Moss, and Bergamot evoking the classic fougeres, and yet not.  It’s the uniquely Lavendery sweetness and sharp green that oddly enough ties them together, with the musk playing very light and subtle…and sexy.

It’s clean and simple, yet wild and profoundly complex like the man it was named for, and I’m endlessly amused that Wilde and Bosie probably will be my go-to scent pairing for a while.

On my Son:  Very similar, but more masculine.  He also has paired it with Wilde, and I’ve taken to walking with a walking stick because of the heads he’s turning.
Black Phoenix Alchemy Laboratory
General Catalogue-Bewitching Brews
To stab my youth with desperate knives, to wear
This paltry age’s gaudy livery,
To let each base hand filch my treasury,
To mesh my soul within a woman’s hair,
And be mere Fortune’s lackeyed groom, — I swear
I love it not! these things are less to me
Than the thin foam that frets upon the sea,
Less than the thistle-down of summer air
Which hath no seed: better to stand aloof
Far from these slanderous fools who mock my life
Knowing me not, better the lowliest roof
Fit for the meanest hind to sojourn in,
Than to go back to that hoarse cave of strife
Where my white soul first kissed the mouth of sin.A sophisticated traditional gentleman’s cologne, with just the slightest taint of patchouli’s passion, tonka bean’s decadence, the philanthropy of bergamot, moss’ cynicism, the sharp wit of lavender, and the hopeless romantic longing of jasmine and thyme.
In the Bottle:  A haunting classic gentlemens scent, with an exquisite hint of Earl Grey tea and earthy mildly herbal Jasmine.
On Me:  I did a double-take, because it was almost like Fougere Royale on, instead of the cologne undertones I was expecting from the description.   Lavender and Bergamot, heady Jasmine, grounding Patchouli, and the moss evoking that classic fougere profile.
On my Son:  Very similar to mine, but more masculine.
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Next up, we have possibly the cutest perfume since ZOMG Smells created Marmalade Tabby.
Blooddrop perfumes creator in addition to making beautiful scents and sewn lovelies, is very wonderfully into animal rescue, and has frequently posted about the cute and furry she tends to.  Recently, she posted a series of adorable photographs about a cute little troublemaker that’s been following her around.  Not long after, many of us asked her when she was going to make a perfume inspired by said troublemaker.
After seeing a particularly cute picture of him holding a can with his hind paws while scooping out portions with his front paws, I remarked:
“Is it bad that I now want a fluffy foodie raccoon themed perfume with this exact picture on the bottle?”
Her response:  “But what do I do with the scent of 9 Lives Salmon Supper?!?”
I responded with, “Well, you know there will always be that one person…(just look at all the folks who bought BPAL’s Gore Shock)…”
And others…well, you’ll see:
Surprise! A Baby Raccoon!
Blooddrop Clothing & Fineries
Limited Edition

Soooo, I befriended a baby raccoon a few weeks ago and, of course, having spoken about it on Facebook, some of you said, “And there will be a baby raccoon perfume, right?!” And I was like, “What?! Make a scent that smells of cat food and ham and cheese omelettes?!” to which Brooke of Doctor Teef and of Villainess says, “I demand cat food!” and I was like, “Gurl, of course you do, but no!” So, here it is, a baby raccoon perfume that smells nothing of can cat food or omelettes, but of sweets and woods and just straight up hella cuteness.

Animal crackers, vanillaed sandalwood, nutmeg, soft woodsy sticks, thyme, and a little buttercream frosting.

Let me just say when I saw her post of this, I squee’d, rushed over to the website still giggling like a loon, it jumped into the cart and then to checkout so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash.  I missed the Calico Kitten benefit scent she made earlier, and I was not about to do that again with this cutie, especially since I was one of the ones that asked for it.

In the Bottle: Frosted Animal Crackers

On Me: Frosted Animal crackers and warm spices drifting through the woods the cute furry bandit is hiding in with his cuteness-purloined goods. It lasted all day and well into the next. Very soft and gourmand.

On My Son: This stinker always smells delicious with gourmands…far better than it smelled on me. He chased me away half the time he was wearing it.

I also received a lovely Demi sample of Cicada…

Cicada
(Cicadidae Magicicada)
The Entomology of Miss Amnesty Mapleleaf, Revisited
Glittering, chirping, zzzzing, sweltering iridescence. Blackberries, honeydew, white grapefruit, lime, geranium, raspberries and candied ginger.
In the Bottle: Fizzy gingered fruit punch.
On Me: Started off as a riot of overly sweet melon with loads of sugared blackberries and raspberries. I let it settle and it softened into a gingered citrus berry punch with a backdrop of green, very deliciously Summery. Makes me want to collect said fruits to steep in a bowl of ginger beer and listen to the Cicadas chatting away in the Summer night.
On my Son:  Did I mention he smells amazing while wearing gourmands?  Yeah, he chased me away…again.
Next up, ancient history:
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Nocturne Alchemy is not one I usually review, as most of the ones that have the wow factor and longevity I crave are budget busters(but are oh so worth the money).
Camarasaurus
Nocturne Alchemy
Prehistoria Limited Collection 2017

Resinous Amber Accord, Limestone Amber, East African Copal, Copal Incense Resin of Mexico, Frankincense and ICON Oudh. 

*tiny bits of resin may occur in the Dino blends, these will only enrich the blend even more with aging! I’d like to dedicate CamaRAsaurus to Jennifer, DJ and William Johnstone #HeyWhatDoYouDoWithADinosaur????????? (that’s the title of the book by William Johnstone).

This is a really cute concept for perfumes, encouraging you to create your own unique scent:

PREHISTORIA is a set of concept perfume. They are meant to be ‘hatched’ with any other perfume from Nocturne Alchemy, this makes great use of your Studio Limited Collections. Of course, they are beautiful on their own, but the Dinosaur doesn’t truly hatch until you layer it with a little something else.

Seth’s instructions: Apply the perfume on wrist and inner elbow and allow the scent to bind with your chemistry. Once this has occurred, inhale. This conceptually, is the egg. To allow the dinosaur to hatch, we wanted you to go to your Studio Limited Library and pull as many as you want, especially your favorites. The magic in layering the dino’s with your Studio Limited Library will give your library a new NAVAlchemy aspect of layering and creating your own personal Dino scent. The fun in NAVAlchemy and hatching the dino eggs is all up to you!

In the Bottle: Sweet, creamy, and citrusy, with a smoky woodsy undertone.
On Me: Lime curd with a hint of Amber, and smoky Oud. About twenty minutes later, the resins slink in, transforming into this complex smoky, sweet citrus Lapsang Souchong scent(Aw man, I should’ve bought two!).

On my Son: Lightly citrusy, creamy, smoky tea. Very soft, yet masculine. Yes, he loves it.  They sent as a gift for being a part of their reopening, a dram of a permanent blend to tag along with the Dinosaur.

Medusa
Nocturne Alchemy
Permanent Collection-VApothecary

Gorgon Black Patchouli, Incense of Ambar, Lemongrass E/O, Mandarin Zest, Pine Sap and Vanilla Musk.
In the Bottle:  Dirty Hippie Pine-Sol(I really don’t want to try this one on…I think I’ll give it a hard pass.)
On Me: Yanno what? Yeah, I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY didn’t want to try this on*.  I REALLY wish I hadn’t tried this on(Read: My son is very persuasive with the cute, and oh sweet merciful God where the bloody hell is my tomato juice!?!!).

On my Son:  Cuties/Halos(mini oranges) and freshly planted in rich dark soil baby Christmas Trees.  *wails*  I’m so jelly he smells so good!

*Patchouli has a tendency to be funky on me until aged properly, so if I sniff it in the bottle and get Dirty Hippie, I usually don’t even try it, until it sits for a couple…six months…heck with it, I’ll age it a year before I even sniff it again.

Prior to Ariel of ZOMG Smells telling me the secret to getting my Patchouli to be earthier, I wouldn’t even consider it, and would get rid of any samples containing Patchouli.
I’ll give it a couple of months and see if it settles the heck down, then I’ll give it another go, but this was so very horribad on me, instant Nope.  Yeah, I REALLY hate dirty hippie style Patchouli.  I’m so spoiled from ZOMG Smells and BPAL’s Black Patchouli’s being aged before they use it in their blends.
(After I told folks in one of the perfume forums I belong to about this, someone sent me a very old Scarab of this, and I love it.  So it definitely needs aging before I can wear it.)
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And now for something completely different:
So I am a indie bath and body junkie.  I love small batch beauty products with simple clean ingredients.  Anyone that knows me has done the glazed eyes look as I chatter on for hours about my fave soaps, scrubs, masks, and lip balms.
If you ask my son about me and lip balms, he will sneak out as fast as humanly possible. It’s like he’s afraid to tell them I might be addicted to them or something…
“No Mom, it’s just because I didn’t want to tell everyone that I could buy you a case of EoS lip balms, and you would derp and lose them in a week.  With the cute tins and jars, they will be heavy enough to sit in the bottom of your purse so you actually have them when you need them!”
I belong to a ridiculous amount of forums on different topics.  I inevitably sniff out(punintentional) members that make amazing goods, and try each and every one, and go back for more.
This time the spotlight is on Fari Beauty.
After putting everything in my cart, I valiantly refrained from throwing a tantrum like four year old because I needed to save money fir those adult responsibilitiesrealised that adulting really stinksresisted the urge to swear enough to embarrass a USMC Drill Instructor…again…I cut it down to trying a couple of items from here every month until I’ve tried them all.
Pixie-sized perfection

Seriously, how cute is this?

 Like the caption says, seriously, how cute is this?  From the perfect little glass containers to the adorable gift boxes with crinkle paper filler(that I am totally repurposing because they’re far too cute to recycle), it’s clean, simple, and natural.
Now to the lip balms themselves.  I hesitate to call them lip balms, because they’re so rich and nourishing like the overpriced tinted lip butters I’ve bought an embarrassingly large amount of in the department stores.
I got Lavender Mint, & Kukui and Passionfruit.
Dummy me has been running errands in the stupid blazing heat all week, and as my son pointed out, derpy me is always losing those stupid EoS balms because I’d set it down and forget where, or TROLLCAT would go, “New Tooooooy!” and bat it somewhere.  As such, my poor pout has been neglected, and was very unhappy with me.
I’ve been tearing stuff apart in my house as well, and remembered to check the post as an afterthought, and limped back inside with parcel in hand.
These are a Godsend.
Immediately stuck on Lavender Mint, and was was rewarded with a cooling*, soothing, refreshing blast of moisture.  I just can’t class this as a lip balm.  It’s so creamy, rich, and nourishing, my dry lips felt instantly a million times better.
*I love Altoids and other extremely strong mints, but it may be a bit much if you’re not a fan of that.
Once that soaked in, I opened the Kukui and Passionfruit.  The juicy sweet scent has made me crave the real deal.  These are so very decadent.
Again, it’s too rich for a lip balm.
I’m absolutely smitten with these, and will be buying the third one I missed, which I will review when I get it, and other things from this amazing little shop.
Answer:  Yes, yes you need them.
It’s slow going, but I’ll do my best to get back to this.  Thanks for being there.
** I received these insanely indulgent treats from ZOMG Smells, Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, Blooddrop, Nocturne Alchemy, and Fari Beauty.  The opinions are my own, because I’m so crazy about them I just need to spread the love.**
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One year…

One year without you little brother, without your brand of…well, you being you.  One year of remembering everything you were, every silly prank you pulled, every sweet thing you did, every day you reminded me of how fully you lived your life.  I remember too when once you believed you couldn’t have a good life because of things like a seizure disorder, or those insane bloody noses.  Our Dad, our Mom, our Sister and I fought daily with whoever we had to to reassure you you could and would.  So eventually, you did.  You grew to be such a wonderful son, brother, husband, and father.

You touched so many lives just being yourself.  It’s so hard without you here because every day something reminds us all of the love, kindness, sarcasm, generosity, refreshing…wit that was all you.

Every day I try to remember all the happy times and treasure the little things we did, even if they annoyed me like the time you sang “The Song that has No End” for Eight hours, twenty-two minutes, and thirty seconds, to try to convince me to take you to get something when I had no gas, and if you gave me gas money, you wouldn’t have enough to get the thing you wanted.  It was one of the little things that made me realise what it would be like to be a parent, and that I might actually not suck at it.  My son is now the exact age you were when you did that to me.  I wonder when he’s going to open up his bag of “Uncles tricks for winning grownups over”.

Here’s a pic of the first day they met(he used to hate getting pictures taken):

World's Best Uncle

He really walked out the door with him. He did not want to put him down.

I was so overwhelmed at just how many people were so greatly affected by your passing, that I let it get away from me, my sorrow just held fast.

I’ve not been just idly moping, however. I was working.  I learned what happens when I discovered the smeghead that thought he was an interior decoratorgloriously idiotic genius…former property owner put flat primer over a high gloss wall…er, basically it meant tons of rage cleaning and deglazing painted surfaces to properly prime and paint rooms and decluttering others, trying to do something positive instead of dwelling on the grief.  It nearly worked, but for one tiny, yet important thing.  

My son reminded me of something I forgot that my Grandmother, his beloved G.G.O. had told me many times.  I forgot to take time for my family, let alone myself, so busy was I trying to run away from things like my sorrow and depression. 

It’s really selfish.  

Grief…well, the grief is normal, but covering the grief up by working myself exhausted and being upset at everything was not doing anyone any favours, especially for my wonderful son, who has tried his best to be a joy amidst all of this, especially since the last of the friends he’s made since moving here just moved away three weeks ago.  It’s a great disservice to everyone.  That ugly depression tried to pull a fast one, and nearly succeeded.  I owe him apology race cars, ice cream, and ice cream scented smellies I think, as well as as many hugs as he can stand, along with me giving him a marathon of some sort, be it gaming, silly TV shows, or kicking the soccer ball around.

To the folks who usually come here for perfume reviews, I’m sorry for the absence.  I have not been quite in the mood for the wide array of beautiful scents that I have gotten, as I would rather they be fair and accurate, and not layered with my sorrow.

I will return soon.

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It was thirty-six years ago today…

…and that is as close as you’re going to get to me singing Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band.

So let me instead tell you a little story.

It was thirty six years ago today that a miracle happened, and one of the most epic of journeys began.

In a sleepy little town in the great MidWest, there was a Mother-to-be heading to the hospital.  That in itself wasn’t miraculous, nor was giving birth.  That happens every day.  The fact that she was told she couldn’t, and shouldn’t, yet did it anyway wasn’t miraculous either.  That also happens frequently.  The C-section delivery due to prior C-section deliveries was fairly typical of the times, and the amazing doctor that did the delivery had as big of a heart as well as a very skilled and steady hand.  When he was finished with the delivery, he told the Mother, “It’s a Boy,” as tears rolled down his face.

She didn’t respond.

In the waiting room, a sleepy two year-old girl and an eight-year old trying to play ‘big sister’ were told they had a baby brother.  They each got to see this wonderful baby, head full of thick, dark, black hair, and tiny long fingernails.  Despite the protestations of the hospital staff, they also got to hold him and tell him how loved he was.  They were told their Mother was very tired and needed rest, and so off they went to Grandma and Grandpa’s house for a Holiday.

For two weeks they played and talked about their new baby brother, and how much fun they would have when he finally got to come home.  Of course, all of the adults had to remind them that it would be some time before he would be big enough to play with them proper!

When Mother and baby came home…well, came to Grandma and Grandpa’s for a bit before the family came home, everyone was excited and happy and made so many plans.  The sisters didn’t complain about the extra fun and festivities.  Grandma and the girls helped embroider their brothers name and birthday to a huge tablecloth…the birthday tablecloth which was in fact, a sort of family tree made festive, which was taken out and placed on the kitchen table whenever there was a birthday, and not just when the parties were held at their place either.

It would be another decade before the sisters learned the truth–Mother had had a very high-risk pregnancy, had complications with the anaesthesia, and after the delivery had been on life support, and they hadn’t expected her to wake up.   Oh, and that Grandma had gone there and slapped her awake the day they decided to end life support because the children needed their Mother.

That was the miracle.  Against all the odds, the strength of family prevailed.

 

Happy Birthday Chris’fer.  I miss you more than words could possibly convey.

 

P.S.–Many apologies to friends and family.  I truly stink at telling stories.

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Springtime is in the air, Spring holidays, Spring cleaning, and boy I got the blues.

So this month, my sister had her first birthday without her twin.  I tried to be as funny, witty, sarcastic, and smart-alecky as I knew he was, but it left me sad and empty afterward, because I could never be his epic level of amusing(my version of amusing is usually leaving her a sing-o-gram on her phone comprised of a very off-key rendition of Binky the Clowns Happy Birthday), and as much as I miss him, it’s only a dropful compared to how much I know she is missing him.  I only hope she got at least a teensy smile from this silly Guppy.

My sweet and wonderful sister is a Mother’s Day child, much in the way our brother was a Father’s Day child.  Me?  I was born three weeks late on a hotter than hell day in the Summer, so yeah, I guess I was born causing trouble.  The only thing I had up on them was not having to share a birthday cake with any other Holidays!

So yeah, Happy Birthday brat!

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Now, on to the boring stuffs(because nothing is more epic than my sisters birthday, therefore, everything after that has to be boring!)

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Springtime here is hotter than hell…in fact, there’s been a joke or three about how the devil rents this place out and lives in hell because it’s cooler…not doubting it, though the last few days have been pretty damp and humid, making my hair resemble a wet Lhasa-poo.  Since it’s only going to get hotter, I decided to paint my bathroom before the weather got unbearable.

I’m blue(ba ba dee)…blue paint brushes, blue primer, blue paint, even blue painters tape.  I’ve spent four days scrubbing, bleaching, painting, swearing(because previous owner was a class-A wankera royal smeg-heada half-baked nuttera complete and utter moronbrilliantly lazy git…genius and PUT FLAT PRIMER ON A HIGH-GLOSS WALL {insert numerous inventive, colourful expletives here}, and then attempting deglazing after I already spent a whole day trying to prime the walls, swearing all the way when I finally realised why the paint was not working as it should, then letting it cure before the paint.

My Tiny Human(I will never stop calling him that.  Ever) wants clouds on the ceiling, so that’s next on the list now that the inner bathroom is nice and glossy and blue.  The outer bathroom needs another coat of primer, possibly two.  So I’ve got the blues(and I love it!).

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Springtime is also ablaze at Blooddrop Clothing & Fineries.

Miss Astrid has done it again, this time wrapping the precious to resemble large pink bon bons, and her cards and the most adorable miniature broom.

I took advantage of a Spring cleaning sale and got a Glisten spray, which is similar in nature to BPTP Hair Gloss, yet completely different.

Apples & Bones
Crisp, clean, chilly and a touch creepy. Cold gala apples, pale bone musk and a breath of Autumn’s evening air.

In the Bottle:  Apples apples apples!  Not fake sour candy apples, but sweet crisp apples right off the tree!  Wheeeee!

On me: I tested it on my arm as I always do for new things.  Fresh Apples, and a whisper of musk, almost a minty undertone, and to my nose, how fresh, crunchy Autumn leaves smell.  I want to spray this EVERYWHERE.

I also got my son a Whinnies #5 after asking Miss Astrid what might be nice for my son.  Here’s the description:

Whinnies are my version of marshmallow chicks except you have to imagine them in little pony form! Each perfume has a marshmallow base and then is blended with other most interesting ingredients. All perfumes in this collection are vegan.

Whinnies no. 5

Marshmallow, star anise, vanilla, teak wood, and sandalwood.

In the Bottle:  A pale Chai spice.  Lightly sweet.

On my Son: He says it starts out Graham Crackers, then as it warms up, it’s like a Vanilla Liquorice sugar coated marshmallow chick…or should he say Mallow Pony?  After about twenty minutes, the woods began to bloom(I explained the scent he couldn’t exactly pinpoint), and he said it became more grown-up.  (Yes, Miss Astrid he likes it.)

I also got one for me…

The Cats Would Eat Her Hair

Zephyr lily, rice milk, vanilla, a pair of sandalwoods, warm water accord, bamboo, soft wood accord, wild mint.

In the Bottle:  Vanilla Mint and Bamboo.

On Me:  Straight after applying, a blast of lilies and bamboo, with an almost citrus tang.  After it dries, it flips into a soft woodsy scent with sweet rice, milk, and mint undertones.  There’s a subtle aquatic drifting in and out of all the notes tying it together in the most romantic way.  As a side note, TROLLCAT pounced my wrist and began purring and demanding attention, so I imagine the cats really would eat her hair.

I also received two petites, which are the most darling 2ml sample sizes.

Daughter

Lychee, white tea, cala lily, bowsellia sacra, davana, bergamot, lemon verbena, and a bouquet of white blooms.

In the Bottle:  Lychee Earl Grey White Tea.  Yum!

On Me:  It begins with a burst of hothouse blooms in the most exquisite, “I am woman, hear me roar!” manner.  I was almost sorry to have it go away, but it settled into the background and let the aforementioned Lychee Earl Grey White Tea come out with the most gorgeously subtle Citrusy green from the Lemon Verbena.  It’s absolutely stunning. 

Honey Cake                                                             Pretty self explanatory I think…

In the Bottle:  Yup, Honey over a warm freshly baked spicecake.

On Me:  Pretty much as described above.  Even after the honey drops to the background, the cake is rich and sweet enough to carry it.  It’s like ZOMG Smells Elder Spicecake‘s kid sister, where Elder Spicecake is more masculine leaning despite being an obnoxiously, deliciously, cute eldritch horror.

On my Son:  This stinker always smells delicious, so just imagine he smells like he did a cake smash with a honeyed spicecake…because he totally does.

 

** I acquired these insanely indulgent treats from Blooddrop Clothing & Fineries.  The opinions are my own, because now that I’ve truly experienced them I absolutely need to spread the love.**

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Life is what happens to you…

…while you live it well.

My dear friend and my son’s Godfather passed away after a hard battle with illness.

He had been in the hospital since February 24, fighting Double Pneumonia, and after his kidneys failed, surrounded by family and friends, left us on Friday, March 17.

He was an amazing guy, creative, kind, compassionate. Heart of pure gold. He was always there to help a friend…or even a stranger, just because he could.
Clever too, finding out just what someone needed, and how to help them when they just couldn’t ask for it themselves.
It took him a while to understand why I called him “Toki”, and he was usually quick with a retort of,

“I ain’t no dang Rabbit!”

Yes, yes you are. Always the ‘wascally wabbit’.

Whenever I had a bad day, he was quick with a joke, witty impression, or his favourite, origami, including an impressive little basket filled to bursting with Wine gummies(though he neglected to tell me they were wine gummies until…later).
Holiday Breakfasts with silly banter, mountains of food, and BBC Christmas specials.
Beatles Birthdays, complete with Turtles covered cakes…
We’re talking solid milk chocolate Turtles…even though he knew what sort of treat Turtles were, this was funnier.
He also always managed to hit me with confetti even after I checked to make sure he had no such item in his possession!

When my son was born, it didn’t even take me a second to think of who his Godfather would be. He was like a brother to me for so long, I figured this was a fine way to “adopt” him, and when my son could speak, he became, “Uncle Toki”, and he was so absolutely amazing to watch when he visited my son.

When my brother died, he talked to my sister and asked if he could do anything for the family…

“What was his favourite cake?”

“Anything he could eat.”

So he made some decadent chocolate cupcakes(and my brother was a chocoholic extraordinaire).

Life is never going to be the same.

Goodbye Long Ears, we’ll miss you.

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Community, family, and frightfully good scents.

Last post I spoke of Fandoms and Communities from the indie perfume scene, and how folks make you feel welcome.

I have several “scent-sisters” in these.  Penpals of perfume.

When my brother passed, they sent an outpouring of love that still makes me tear up a wee bitslightly mist eyed a little bit weepy.  Who am I kidding?  Full-blown ugly cry.

Cards, donations, tea, and lovely trinkets for my son, feathers for TROLLCAT(who appreciated them as only a feline could), a memory book to hold notes and photos…  Oh, and perfume too.  Several of my son’s new bedtime scents were gifts from the heart.  Yup, still crying here.

The continual outpouring of love and support is overwhelming, as with my usual introvertedness and depression, I rarely ventured out in my new town to make friends, so my only friends are from back home, and seen sporadically via Skype or Google Chat(or whatever they call it these days.).  Through these fandoms, I discovered several people within twenty minutes to four hours away from me that have other likes, dislikes, children and furbabies, lots to talk about.  Some I’ve even briefly talked to on the phone.  Road trips will just have to be planned at some point…as well as getting my happy butt to the Post Office to drop off letters and parcels.

So yeah, tight-knit communities.  It’s worth spending an hour or so here and there talking on the computer to make friends…get a feel for their personality.

I’ve gotten a few samples and bottles from folks from a company called, Blooddrop Clothing & Fineries.  They’re not as dark as Black Phoenix Alchemy LabBlack Phoenix Trading Post, or Nerdy as ZOMG Smells, but what they have is so lovely and alluring, I’ll be posting my first ever review here…and if you’re not drooling over smells and tailored goods, why not?  I know I want all the pretty things!

So lots of companies go all out for noteworthy holidays like Valentine’s Day, Halloween, Christmas, etcetera.  This one is similar, yet unique.  Black Phoenix Trading Post/Alchemy Lab are in full force with their Hallo weenies release, which is more gothic than usual, and gloriously so.

Blooddrop has a lovely Autumnal and Halloween collection going, and part of that is this amazing set that has me squealing(either in excitement or terror.  My brother would say more like a stuck piglet)…

Isn't this so gorgeous? Ahhhhhh!

I can’t stop squealing at this parcel! My son loved how she had wrapped the wrapped bottles to resemble giant peanut butter taffy blossoms.

The Gentlemen of Horror

The eyes have it.  No words needed if you know your old Hollywood horror, so none are used, just their eyes!  I’m a sucker for unique art and advertising, and this is it.  It’s simple, and clean, with an air of anticipatory thrills and spine-tingling dread.

On to the scents:

For Bela Lugosi

A deep, intense blend of black and red musks, graveyard dirt, lavender, myrrh, rosewood, bay, dark patchouli, blackberry, myrrh, and tobacco.

In the bottle:  Dirty, wet, black soil and wafting incense…like a night scene from Dracula.

On, it was like playing in fresh, loamy dirt near the damp, creepy, mossy woods…it’s dark, dark, dark outside.  Are you sure you should be alone?

On me: The creepy, mossy woodsy tones and loamy soil start off strong, it’s so iconicly Dracula.  As it dries, the complexity of it shines as the herbs and musk and even the fruit combine to form this primal entity.  It’s delightfully creepy and sinister.  Hours later, it’s faded to a hint of astringent Lavender, funereal myrrh, and a breath of tobacco.  It’s brilliant!

On my son: Dirt.  Making mud pies.  He wanted to jump in the bathtub the smell made him feel like he had gotten caught playing recklessly in a mudpocalypse(He’s so silly!).  As it dried, it was not quite a fougere, but very gentlemanly and austere.  He was pleasantly surprised(and secretly pleased I’m sure, though I bet he liked the dirt scent…he usually does.).

For Boris Karloff

A shifting blend of Egyptian musk, wood moss, copal incense, nighttime air, forest accord, and a gentleman’s chypre.

In the Bottle:  Very pale musky incense with a bare hint of fresh evergreen.  The scent itself was very light in the bottle.

On me:  It’s like how one imagines the mummy smells like after reviving(and you know, not corpse rot, because he’s far too elegant for that) Egyptian musk(which is so dark in this blend.  Usually it’s too headachy, syrupy sweet), resins, reedy papyrus(not listed, but this blend warming on my skin mimics the scent), ceremonial incense, fresh evergreens, and the elegant gentleman.

On my son:  Gentlemanly.  Such a lovely young man(who might have gone to picture day wearing this).  So crisp and elegant.

For Vincent Price

A distinguished, elegant blend of rosemary, teakwood, lavender maillette, velvet fabric accord, cedar, amber and a touch of incense notes.

In the Bottle:  Citrusy Rosemary, fresh woods wafting incense, and a sparkling almost antique Gin and Tonic feel…quite possibly because the Rosemary is leaning citrus.

On me:  The Rosemary stays, the air heavy with incense, the woodsy boozy feeling is flawlessly merging with the Amber, and a lazy splash of Lavender water before tossing that heavy velvet and silken cloak jauntily over his shoulders.

On my son:  Ever the Gentleman, this comes across as large as Vincent Price himself.  Elegantly appointed, it’s dashing and deeply masculine.  I picture him in a tailored suit walking…just walking, my dapper wee gentleman.  He amusedly said that he now knew what Vincent Van Ghoul smells like.

So he’s gone from Bela Lugosi last night, to Boris Karloff for school to Vincent Price after school.  I think it’s safe to say we love these.

Legend & Myth

A blend of soft musks, vanilla, fossilized amber, aged patchouli, wood accord, and yellow rose accord.

In the Bottle:  It reminds me a lot of ZOMG Smells “Rose in Amber”, as those two notes are all I can smell out of the bottle.

On me:  Where “Rose in Amber” has a dusty books and dinosaur fossils with the scent of vases of sun warmed minty red rose bouquets floating through the museum, “Legends & Myth in my mind develops this museum theme further with the scent of antiqued flax-soap polished woods showcasing the mysterious dusty tomes near the vase of roses, yellow this time, unmistakable in its fruity richness.  There’s a note of dank mossiness and muskiness(the Egyptians had amazing perfumes from what studies have been done) from the antiquities department as they clean up the mummies and cases for display.  Completely warmed up, the roses fade into the background, and the Amber takes center stage.  It’s beautifully complex, and will be a treasure alongside my beloved “Rose in Amber”.

On my son:  While he’s not usually a rose scent gent(He’s very fussy on how a gentleman should smell with roses), but since he has tried “Rose in Amber” he said he’d give this a shot.

It’s more gentlemanly with the patchouli and musk than “Rose in Amber”, and less Cool Bookworm Girl(My son’s description of it).  Still, he likes it, but says it is more suited to me.  He said this one is getting closer to a gentleman’s rose, but not quite perfected, it’s a bit sweet(Probably the Vanilla).  He will try them all until he finds that Sherlock Holmes rose or Hercule Poirot’s rose(What he describes as his ideal roses.) scent.

Merci No. 119

No description.  

A personal thank you bottle added to orders(I believe someone said it was for orders over $50).  If you ask, she will only tell you if an allergen is in it, nothing else.  Her thank you bottles are beautiful and mysterious and it’s so lovely.

In the Bottle:  There’s this lil perfume by BPAL called “The Candy Butcher” that in its original run smelled like a molten chocolate and heavy sweet cream.  In the bottle, it smells like this…

On me:  …but on, it’s a whole other ballgame.  It smells like ooey gooey chocolate cookies and Spiced Milk(Her Spiced Milk Perfume is a dreamy stunner).

On my son: “It smells like Miss Mary’s Chocolate chunky cookies.”  She was a lady I used to work with at my old job at the B&B before life as a Mom began.  She used to make him Milk Chocolate Chunk cookies dredged in homemade Ceylon Cinnamon French Vanilla Sugar.  It’s rich, decadent, sugary, chocolatey, and a hint of sweet spice.

Totally different, completely delicious.

** I acquired these insanely indulgent treats from Blooddrop Clothing & Fineries.  The opinions are my own, because now that I’ve truly experienced them I absolutely need to spread the love.**

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As promised, sharing this at the bottom with another story:

So both of my siblings are very musically talented.  My sister played Violin and Flute(and taught herself a few more), and my Brother played Coronet, French Horn, Trumpet, and Marched with the Oompa Loompa…er Tuba.

One of the amusing things about the “twins”(No, seriously.  They moved, spoke, and even pranked me alike.).  My sister learned many beautiful tunes that moved me to tears, and encouraged our brother to do so as well. My brother learned complex pieces for quite a different reason, as I soon learned.

I became very familiar with Aladdin, as it was a popular band set:

“Dir dir diiiiiiir!”  Followed by delicate flute trills at four a.m. when you just went to bed at one is not restful at all.

I climb down from the ceiling and look at my sister, who’s struggling not to laugh.

“Did you put him up to this?”

*puts violin to chin and draws a Tex Avery Nope with her bow*

Grrr…

Next week at four a.m.:

Doot doot dootdoot doot…

Seriously?

*V for victory*

Arggh…

And the following week at four a.m.:

*cue me sleeping so peacefully…aww, how sweet*

Durr dur durrr…

Tuck and roll and run.  I was running barefoot in my pajamas at four a.m. in Autumn, chasing my brother in running gear, carrying his trumpet, laughing all the way.

Yes, my sister was in cahoots.  Made sure Mother was awake before shenanigans, fed and caffeinated.  Talented, dedicated, sneaky.

I loved every minute of it(but don’t tell her that, I have a reputation as a cranky big sister to uphold).

Until next time, hug your loved ones and tell them you love them.

 

 

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