Non compos mentis, indeed! A contrary, conflicted scent, bubbling with merry madness. Contains apple, rose, and lemon.
In the Imp: As described.
On Me: Bright Lemony Rose, and crisp, tart Apples. So pretty.
On My Son: Lemons, and Apples, and a bit of flowers.
A disconcerting scent, heavy and oppressive, through which no light, no matter, and no spirit can escape. Black opium, labdanum, opoponax, black orchid, and benzoin.
In the Imp: Resinous, heady florals.
On Me: Slinky. Dark. Brooding. The Myrrh, resins,and Opium is just flawlessly melded with Orchid.
On My Son: Interesting, but the Orchid is really strong today, so I need to get this off me now.
A brilliant, ethereal scent: white musk, bergamot, heliotrope, peach and oakmoss.
In the Imp: Peach tea and mossy flowers.
On Me: Too peachy for me. Starts out like Fairy Bites from the Labyrinth collection.
On My Son: I like the Peach Tea start, then it sort of smells grass and cat fur. Very fun.
In 1897, a new form of entertainment was presented to the people of Montmartre, Paris: the Théâtre du Grand Guignol. During the course of an evening at the theatre, one would watch several small plays, ranging from crime dramas to sexual farces, a violent, throat-ripping, eye-gouging, acid-tossing good time, which always included shock topics such as infanticide, necrophilia, insanity, murder, paranoia, vengeance and death by common household object. Our Grand Guignol perfume is a shot of sweet apricot brandy; just enough to settle your nerves after a ghoulish, gory brush with the macabre.
In the Imp: Apricot Brandy.
On Me: Warmed Apricot Brandy, lightly spicy.
On My Son: Fruity and strange. Not sure if I like it.
**Indulgent scents were acquired from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab by me or our friends. Reviews are thanks and appreciation.**