And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Come whiffing through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
An earthy yet buoyant scent: pine, eucalyptus and orange.
In the Imp: Green Pine Needles everywhere.
On Me: Fresh Pine Needles crunching underfoot.
On My Son: It’s almost like Valhalla’s 540 Doors, but less Christmas.
King of Hearts
‘How do you like the Queen?’ said the Cat in a low voice.
‘Not at all,’ said Alice: ‘she’s so extremely–‘ Just then she noticed that the Queen was close behind her, listening: so she went on, ‘–likely to win, that it’s hardly worth while finishing the game.’
The Queen smiled and passed on.
‘Who ARE you talking to?’ said the King, going up to Alice, and looking at the Cat’s head with great curiosity.
‘It’s a friend of mine–a Cheshire Cat,’ said Alice: ‘allow me to introduce it.’
‘I don’t like the look of it at all,’ said the King: ‘however, it may kiss my hand if it likes.’
‘I’d rather not,’ the Cat remarked.
‘Don’t be impertinent,’ said the King, ‘and don’t look at me like that!’ He got behind Alice as he spoke.
‘A cat may look at a king,’ said Alice. ‘I’ve read that in some book, but I don’t remember where.’
‘Well, it must be removed,’ said the King very decidedly, and he called the Queen, who was passing at the moment, ‘My dear! I wish you would have this cat removed!’
The Queen had only one way of settling all difficulties, great or small.
‘-Off with his head!’ she said, without even looking round.
‘I’ll fetch the executioner myself,’ said the King eagerly, and he hurried off.
Rosewood and black cherry with white musk, red rose, red musk and a spark of lavender.
In the Imp: Cherry Wood and Rose.
On Me: It reminds me of Blood Kiss, but with Lavender instead of Dragon’s Blood…pretty! No Rose though. Boo!
…aaand then the Musks stomp all over me, and to add insult to injury, here comes the MLP Butt Rose brigade. *sulks*
On My Son: Ooh, Nicely sweet woods and a bit of sweet Cherry and some Lavender to keep it from being too girly with the Rose in it.
Knave of Hearts
‘Herald, read the accusation!’ said the King.
On this the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet, and then unrolled the parchment scroll, and read as follows:–
‘The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summer day:
The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts,
And took them quite away!’
Crushed roses and blackcurrant tarts.
In the Imp: As described.
On Me: Oooh, Peacock Queen and lovely jammy Currant pastries.
On My Son: *laughs nervously* Here goes…again. Oh! It’s like that Blackcurrant donut smell you have, and a bit of Grandma’s Summer garden smells. So much better now!
(He tried this years ago, and wasn’t a huge fan, but because of AiW, I kept it for later.)
The dry, glorious warmth of the Savannah. A golden, spiced amber, proud, regal and ferocious.
In the Imp: Warm Golden Amber
On Me: Hay and Spiced Amber. Maybe Ambergris?
On My Son: It reminds me of this sugary Egyptian Musk Mom used to have on a purple ceramic butterfly in her bedroom window back home.
Me: You couldn’t possibly remember that! You had to gave been about two. Nevermind, your memory is amazing, so I believe it.
It was Egyptian Musk, Sugared Amber, and Dandelion perfume that I made in this neat shop at the mall long gone, Garden Botanica. You were given paper strips to drip oil on with these glass wands stuck in blown glass bottles of oils to waft in front of your nose, then a dram vial and three pipettes. You put in as much of each oil you liked to about halfway, then they filled it with a carrier, capped and mixed it, creating your own oil perfume. It was a lot of fun. I made an ounce of that over the course of two months, and I actually still have a good bit of it because it’s super strong.
**Indulgent scents were acquired from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab by me or our friends. Reviews are thanks and appreciation.**