Revisiting prototypes. I hope some of these appear up for grabs someday. I love them.
Miss Ariel’s descriptions: Blue Dwarf Star has real blue tansy oil, which is a deep blue and tints the scent in your vials faintly blue-green. I am ridiculously excited and dorktastic about this one, BECAUSE: stars go through life cycles, and I have red musk, blue tansy, white musk, and black musk in this mix to pay homage to that cycle. The other notes holding Blue Dwarf Star together are wormwood, dragon’s blood, red resin, and a few uplifting drops of iris, gardenia and hyacinth. It’s not exactly a floral, despite this; it’s very complex, a little sweet and a little bitter, with a hint of earthy mint from the tansy.
Disco Clam is my long-running and imperfect attempt to capture the lush orange flesh and electric blue majesty of this wonderful animal. I’m currently– ha– involving mango and peach bathed in neroli-tinted champagne with an extra hit of nose-fizz in 1.0, and to 2.0 I have added peppermint and honeyed niaouli. I’m very curious to see who prefers which!
Blue dwarf Star 1.0
In the bottle: Very lovely Aqua coloured, minty, kind of like crushed carnation petals. Just a hint of Dragon’s Blood, and yeah, I smell the musk, but since it’s a ZOMG Smells scent, I’ll reserve judgement after trying and letting it dry.
On me: It smells very refined elegance on me, with just the light hint of florals, and a boozy kick of green faerie, and a smoke drenched incense with the Dragon’s blood and musks. It does sort of shift between florals, booze and incense like their Four Seasons, as in it changes as it warms to your body chemistry.
Aged, the Dragon’s Blood swirls into the boozy florals, and deepens everything.
On my son: It’s masculine florals, like with the Tesla collection, and very grown up notes with the musk, Dragon’s blood and wormwood lending more of a proper gentleman’s airs. It does shift slightly, but in a masculine way. He smells grown up, which makes me tear up.
Still crying, because my 12+1 smells too grown up. Gonna go slather him in cute and sweet once I find him.
Disco Clam 1.0
In the bottle: Tropical fruit bubbly. I dislike peaches(as much as my son loves them), but this smells amazing.
On me: The peach tries to appear, but the champagne fizz makes it all sort of bubbly float away. It dries to a pretty feminine fruity girly drink. This one sadly, is fleeting, and fades away too quickly. It will be a favourite in my scent lockets, as I adore it! It lasts a wee bit longer aged.
On my son: Sweet sparkling fruit. He smells delicious. Aged, he still smells just peachy wearing this, and I’m running now, to give me a head start.
I hope it appears someday, if only as another proto-squee, because the peachy-keen kiddo smells wonderful.
Raptor Daddy(Miss Ariel’s descriptions and explanation[one of the things I love is we sometimes get insight into how a perfume is inspired, and how they create it]): RAPTOR DADDY got the most requests, so it goes first in the talkin’-about-new scents posts! Obviously what happened here is that I saw Jurassic World and swooned over Chris Pratt’s raptor pack antics despite the really sketchy writing for human interactions in that film, AND SO I worked on a sexy raptor daddy scent to encapsulate my RAPTOR FAMILY feels.
Raptor Daddy is the first scent that gets to use the good tonka bean I finally found after years of searching, so it has that sweet not-quite-vanilla subtlety mingling with classic sandalwood to float above the dark green vetiver and sharp, freshly-broken branch scent of cedarwood EO. Rosewood sweetens and classes things up a little, and three different sticky resins– two ambers and benzoin– call back to my childhood belief that you really could get dinosaur DNA out of amber. WHY NOT? A touch of masculine skin musk, worn leather, a tiny nightcap, and old library books finish it off with character. It’s a sweet masculine, because as my excellent assistant Ciara says, “You can’t be forceful with raptors. You’ll get your eyes clawed out.”):
Raptor Daddy 1.1(the version on my bottle)
It’s a walk in the woods…but watch out for those sneaky dinos!
In the bottle: Very Evergreen earthy and sweet.
On me: Woodsy, earthy green scents wafting through the museum on a hot Summer’s day and the dusty scent of old leather bound volumes on aged wooden shelves, as well as the scent of fossils(if you’ve ever lingered in a museum, you’ll know what I mean), an unattended vanilla custard cooling on the desk with the forgotten cuppa sitting nearby, lending it’s gentle tea scent to the air. After about ten minutes, it’s less green, more Vanilla and Amber, and some Sandalwood but not the cloying sweet kind, it’s that good, sultry kind. Aged, that Vanilla is rich and custard like, and the woods and resins deeper. I love it.
On my son: He says it reminds him a lot of Rose in Amber(another one of their classics, which is like roses in a museum library surrounded by fossils on a Summer day), only instead of Roses, it’s Vanilla ice cream. I sniffed his wrists, and he smells like Vanilla ice cream! It reminds me of when he sat in my late Grandpas workshop eating a vanilla cone, and the ever-present woodsy scent from lingering sawdust(as we had cut some boards earlier to make something for my son to work with, and swept the floor. He didn’t want to leave the workshop, so my Dad got the ice cream and brought it outside). It’s just a clean, scent. Just a tiny hint of the green and woodsy, and enough Amber to refine it to a gentlemanly sweetness. And another memory captured in scent.
It smells like Vanilla ice cream at the park, with a hint of evergreens.
Vanilla ice cream and dinosaurs! This image is not going away! I blame you, Miss Ariel(please don’t apologise)!
Still smells deliciously of ice cream and dinosaurs. Must get the released version and compare them.
I even doodled a picture of that idea when we got these.
(Miss Ariel’s description): Jotun Horn. I hear some folks wondering what’s in it, and I am here to help you out!
But first, the story:
Jotun Horn is a reference to the time Thor was hanging out in the mountains and had a run-in with some of the jotun, or jotnar– giants. Trickery ensued, but in this case it was Thor getting tricked by the giants. He was given a series of challenges, giant-bro style, to prove he could keep up with someone whose belt buckle he could barely see when standing on tippytoes. “Hell yeah,” said Thor, “I am totally as cool as you!” because he was not known for thoughtfully-considered decisions, and went after the jotun’s drinking horn like a frat boy doing a kegstand (only with a lot more old-school honor).
This, of course, is the story where the drinking horn was somehow actually THE ENTIRE OCEAN, and Thor managed to lower it by inches before he concedes defeat, swollen like a drunken aphid.
But what did it taste like?
It must have seemed like a good idea at the time, right? The illusion had to be complete.
Jotun Horn, thus, is my idea of delicious, magical giant beer: a rich, chewy dark stout with notes of oatmeal, tannin, myrrh, frankincense, and the fir-spiked mountains. Well-worn oiled leather, dark musk, and cedar round out the impression of the waiting giants and their great hall.
Please don’t drink it, though.
In the bottle: rich, chocolatey dark (I’m not a huge fan of beer, except for Berry Weiss, this lovely lemonade Summer Shandy, and this creamy, dark chocolatey one)…like a hearty beer. Leather always reminds me of my Late Grandfather’s workshop, full of green wood curing, tools, carryalls, belts, and such.
If it’s not apparent, my Grandparents and Great-Grandparents were amazing people. They taught me, by example, what rewards can be had with a little hard work and determination. My late Grandmother often chided me for not spending time(and a few bits) on myself, which is how I ended up buying my first perfume from this amazing company.
Many of their scents evoke powerful memories, because I often connected memories with certain smells…like sawdust and leather with my Grandfather’s workshop(he was a railroad man, and a carpenter). My Grandmother told stories to us as children while showing little hands how to create cakes, pies, breads, pierogi, of life during the Great Depression. Some of the foodie scents reminds me of my Grandmother’s kitchen, warm, and heavily scented with spices and the results of our hard work.
On me: Oddly enough, it reminds me of the scents and sounds of the ren faires.
Beer, Beer, Beer…(come on, you know the words!)
Beer in wooden mugs raised in toast by many manly men(it’s okay to dream and drool, ladies)…
Well-armoured men in leather and steel, smelling not at all sweaty, but of mysterious earthy musk. Tall pines surrounding the grounds swaying in the sunny breezes, lightly scenting the air(seriously, let your imagination run wild)…
Scent of Leathersmiths tanning hides and hawking their wares(and let’s not forget blacksmiths…just picture Robert Downey Jr. from that scene in Iron Man, and change his outfit a bit)…
The Apothecary with spices, resins, and oils to compound into poultices for easing pain, or evoking relaxation, and incense to meditate and clear your mind. I actually would wear this both to the faire, and when I wished I was at the faire.
On my son: Sweet porridge cooling in the workshop, amongst curing planks of greenwood oozing resinous sap, and the faintest hint of Sunday’s censers.
He says it’s smells spicy(his term for spices and incense) and sweet…tasty even. He walked out of my room sniffing his wrist and smiling.
My son smells delicious.
“So, let me explain Freyja’s Sweet Ride. It’s new and not up on the site yet, you missed nothing. You are, in fact, in the front lines of getting a new thing other people CAN’T get yet because it cannot yet be bought, only given. The idea is, Mad Max style, what if the next thing Freyja traded for from the artisan dwarves was an amber MOTORCYCLE? Also, sex joke/implication, because Freyja is a sex goddess too.
The notes: amber (of course), sandalwood, blood orange, star anise, rose, dianthus, benzoin, clove bud, dragon’s blood, and a breath of patchouli and vanilla.”
(Puns, jokes, science and nerd references everywhere! Love it!)
So this starts off as a very sweet, sweet scent, all sultry, spicy, woodsy, boozy, and if I’m at all honest with myself, delicious. Then it turns around real subtle like and winks.
In the bottle: Cloven fruit. Now, Miss Ariel knows my enduring fondness for all things rennie especially the Highland Games, and a thing called Saracen Punch. In this punch are oranges stuck with cloves, and in the bottom of the barrel, various other whole spices, like cinnamon, anise, etcetera. After the oranges are tossed in, you pile a whole mess of donated booze from patrons. It smells much like this.
On me: The scent of Saracen Punch, heavier still, the scent of cloven fruit, intermingled with scents exotic woods and resins burning in the massive bonfires to make a heady incense laden cloud drifting lazily in the air. The Amber creeps in slowly, twining around the other scents to the rhythm of the wild sights and sounds to make a sultry, indulgent, enticing aroma to evoke the most exquisite imagery.
Aged, the Dragon’s Blood and Amber steal the show, and I love this so much!
On my son, who only wanted to try it because of the oranges(because it had hints of Tapputi, another orange based scent from here): Oranges and cream soda fizz. It seriously smelled sweet and innocent. A few minutes later, Amber and Dragon’s Blood rounded out an orange cream soda incense scent that was so very different than the grown up version I’m wearing…
Aged, it made him smell older than 12+1, yet still sweet and innocent, and I’m trying to not tear up.
**Prototypes by ZOMG Smells, reviews by me(and my 12+1)**