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“The Pretty Era”, France’s Golden Time: an age of beauty, innovation and peace in France that lasted from the 19th Century through the first World War and gave birth to the cabaret, the cancan, and the cinema as well as the Impressionist and Art Nouveau movements. Sweet opium, Lily of the Valley, vanilla, mandarin and red sandalwood.
In the Imp: Citrusy, Vanilla drenched woods, very smoky.
On Me: Oooh! Sweetly floral, citrusy, woodsy, and then there’s the Opium. Love this!
On My Son: Nope. Pass.
I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.
My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be supprest.
Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink, be high or low.
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die and so forget what love ere meant.
Inspired by the tragic, ill-fated love of Queen Elizabeth I and the Earl of Leicester. This is our modernization of a 17th-century perfume blend favored by British aristocracy: rosemary, orange flower, grape spirit, five rose variants, lemon peel, and mint.
In the Imp: It smells like the smellng salts my Grandmother always had in her house in apothecary jars. Bouquets of painted seashell roses perfumed with rose oil. Crystal bowl of mints.
(By smelling salts, I mean aromatics, not the ammonia laden wake-you-up-with-a-headache salts.)
On Me: MLP Butt rose strikes again! Once it settles a bit, I get the Rosemary and Citrus. It’s cool and refreshing from the mint, though I don’t smell it.
On My Son: Smells like GGO’s house, and yet not. It’s too flowery for me, so pass.
Deep, luscious green and berry scents that evoke images of woodland witchcraft and the raw power of nature: blackberry, sage, green tea, wild berries and dark musk.
In the Imp: Musky Blackberry, maybe Mulberry.
On Me: Blackberries and Sage, and a nice Tea finish. The Musk is subtle. Almost feels like a royal violet scent.
On My Son: Fruity tea.
This is the captured scent of a cold, moonless night, lost deep within the darkest wood. Haunting and desolate, this scent evokes images of fairy tale tragedy and half-remembered nightmares. Thick, viscous pine with ambergris, black musk, juniper and cypress.
In the Imp: Forest. Very rich woodsy scent.
On Me: Dark. Like trudging in the woods on a cold, dark, dewy night. Very Evergreen and sharp.
On My Son: It’s almost like Schwarzwald(it’s an atmosphere spray made by the Trading Post for Yule 2013), minus the snowy stone.
**Indulgent scents were acquired from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab by me or our friends. Reviews are thanks and appreciation.**