A few more Ars Moriendi for your reading pleasure:
The scents of the blossoms of darkness, condensed into one perfume. Features a rose base, softened with lilac and wisteria.
In the Imp: Soft florals.
On Me: Very somber florals, perfectly balanced. The Rose doesn’t like me in this one, turning the dreaded MLP Butt rose, but in this one instance, it allows the Lilac and Wisteria to really shine.
On My Son: Pass.
An olfactory serenede. A somber, contemplative scent — dreamy and subdued. Deepest violet touched with lilac and tuberose.
In the Imp: Lilacs kissed with Violet.
On Me: Very pretty. Violet and Lilac, but too much of a heady hothouse flowers feel, which is probably the Tuberose.
On My Son: It smells nice, but too many flowers, so pass.
Softly as brown-eyed Angels rove
I will return to thy alcove,
And glide upon the night to thee,
Treading the shadows silently.
And I will give to thee, my own,
Kisses as icy as the moon,
And the caresses of a snake
Cold gliding in the thorny brake.
And when returns the livid morn
Thou shalt find all my place forlorn
And chilly, till the falling night.
Others would rule by tenderness
Over thy life and youthfulness,
But I would conquer thee by fright!
A thin, sinuous, creeping chill, the scent of glee-filled undeath: white iris, osmanthus, Calla lily, tomb-crawling ivy and a coffin spray of gladiolus, lisianthus and delphinium.
In the Imp: Another funeral bouquet scent.
On Me: Ewwwww! Creepy! Get it off it’s making my skin crawl!
On My Son: Nope.
A ghost, that loved a lady fair, Ever in the starry air Of midnight at her pillow stood; And, with a sweetness skies above The luring words of human love, Her soul the phantom wooed. Sweet and sweet is their poisoned note, The little snakes’ of silver throat, In mossy skulls that nest and lie, Ever singing “die, oh! die.” Young soul, put off your flesh, and come With me into the quiet tomb, Our bed is lovely, dark, and sweet; The earth will swing us, as she goes, Beneath our coverlid of snows, And the warm leaden sheet. Dear and dear is their poisoned note, The little snakes’ of silver throat, In mossy skulls that nest and lie, Ever singing “die, oh! die.” A lifeless love song: stargazer lily, bone dust, tomb mosses, buttonweed, moonflower, and honey myrtle.
In the Imp: Pretty Lilies and Moonflowers. I like this
On Me: Something in this turns to creepy. I don’t like it any more.
On My Son: Can’t wear the all-flower.
**Indulgent scents were acquired from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab by me or our friends. Reviews are thanks and appreciation.**