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Imagine…

You’re a Viking,

Languidly sprawling across soft, dry bracken near the Leaping flames of a birch fire. Battle scarred leather armour hangs from a sturdy larch, and high up in its branches Tiny birds are twittering, flickering, busily gathering soft stuff for lining Their nests.

The chill breeze shifts direction—a hint of seaweed reaches you, Mingling with the rising sap of the trees. Sunlight drips through the high branches Big, golden drops of warmth you’ve waited all the Brutally cold and dark winter to see again.

Your flask of spirit is near. You pour a libation on the ground, Raise it to your lips, and Rest while you can.

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Wear this if you want to feel: Bold, fearless, invincible

Imagine...

You’re reclining in a smoothly finished teak chair, your

crisp linen suit still looking smart, despite the warmth of the day—

coins of sunlight dance through the branches of an ancient mulberry tree

glinting along the golden trim of your fine porcelain tea cup

where a curling wisp of steam lifts a hint of bergamot from your Earl Grey into the limpid air.

You lean forward to select a dainty sandwich from an elegant tiered stand and

some freshly picked flowers nestled in a tiny, crystal vase breathe their scent towards you.

A soft thwock of tennis ball on racquet and a

bubble of gentle laughter floats over a neatly trimmed hedge—

long skirts swish and rustle as your

companions return to the tea table.

You raise an elegant forefinger, tilting your panama to shade your eyes and

listen to them gaily chattering.

All is well.

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Wear this if you want to feel: nostalgic, refined, relaxed

Spirit by @vallensefragrance embodies all that is best about living in Northern Europe. Bright and invigorating yet never chilly or forbidding. Pine trees sway above tufts of crushed mint and trampled sappy stems.

Who know which mythical creature has just passed through this enchanted glade?

A solitary white flower basks in a beam of watery sun. The vibrance of spring’s green leaves now turned to amber and maple, tumble down into rich and fecund woodland earth. Peridot velvet moss dappled with soft musk embraces you warmly as you lift your face to the light.

You’re licking a lemon and ginger gelato while watching a Viking ship being ceremonially burned on a windswept beach.

Sacrificial herbs like mint and angelica flicker among the golden, glowing timbers as they creak and settle into mesmerising shapes.

Puffs of incense writhe in the embers—bright, warm and very mysterious.

Infleurno by @eau_de_boujee is like your tippety-toppest best pal.

Exuberant and playful, quaffing mouthwatering yuzu and passionfruit cocktails with you in a glittering hotel bar, full of swaggeringly opulent jasmine and osmanthus garlands.

Then, just as you’re about to feel completely overstimulated, they take you home, run you a deep, hot bath and light a glistening wee nugget of serene incense to soothe and steady you.

Infleurno is, quite simply, the BEST fun to wear. Fully taking you by the hand and leading you on a rollercoaster day of delightful gaiety, but with a calm and meditative ending. This is bottled joy indeed.

Another astonishingly beautiful fragrance from the dream team that is @perfumer.pia and @nickrgilbert. All their perfumes are full of soul. A world away from many, many fragrances these days.

The name does not match the scent in my opinion, or is at least misleading.

Opening is a jammy, dark, almost anamalic rose paired with a metallic saffron twinge and either these combined, or on its own, a dark oud note.

A lovely rose scent, but I feel offput from what I was expecting.

3 hours later it is settling past the dark rose intensity and has throw the pepper into the mix. It is finally woody, spicy, and a little dry and aromatic. Not as creamy as I expected but quite clean and sophisticated. There is still depth and floral, but the transformation is quiet interesting!

6 hours in, it's a gentle amber with a soft aromatic wood.

Lots of facets to this one!

It certainly lives up to the name. It reminded me of old books, a slightly musty and metallic fragrance that was strangely comforting as it brought back memories of my dad’s office at his university.

I found this to be a scent I liked but didn’t love and wouldn’t upgrade to a full size bottle.

Reminds me of Morning Chess, maybe it's Vilhelm DNA or the mix of cardamom and patchouli.

A very dry, herbal citrus.

The dry down adds a lot of depth, with smoky incense and leather.

The patchouli here is very sharp and green. Quite aromatic.

The name is fitting as citrus does peek out through the depths.

A true powerhouse of grapefruit.

Tangy, tart, fresh, juicy, salty.

There's a crisp, watery aquatic that is almost like sea spray from waves, and a delicate fruity sweet note.

I will report back in a few hours to see how the dry down continues but this will be an amazing scent on a warm summer's day, if grapefruit is your thing that is.

Tom Ford is a ghostly, glacial coniferous rosewood sandalwood melange of chilly, bitter, peppery woods. It is a tiny, sinister statue of a scent in an empty room where the temperature drops suddenly, with no explanation. The perfumed version of a little gremlin that appears in a haunting tale; one that skitters in the corners of your vision when the eye is focused elsewhere and inches eerily to your pillow when you're at the knife's edge of wakefulness and dream.

Citron Boboli was a lovely, unexpected surprise. It's such a light, refreshing, palliative scent; there's hardly anything to it at all, and then the longer you sit with it, the more mellow marvels it conjures. On the hottest day of the summer, when the sun bakes the earth, and the air hangs humid, heavy, and shimmering, find a mason jar, glass smooth and etchings worn, passed down from your mother's mother, to cradle a spell for a sweltering day. Beneath the skeletal shade of a midday tree, into this vessel layer lemon balm and blossom, a sprig of geranium, and a frilled citronella leaf–a soothing strata, herbal, citrusy, and green, a counterpoint to the relentless heat. Stream in a shiver of rainwater that has caught the reflection of the moon, and, finally, drop in as many cloves and peppercorns as loves you have lost, and smell their spiced warmth transmute into a strange, fizzing chill. Anoint your pulse, your throat, and your heart with the verdant brew, peer into its swirling emerald shadows, and let echo the words that cool the air and summon the soft, secret summer rain. This is what Citron Boboli is for me. And as a Floridian, I think this fragrance will be my go-to scorching summertime incantation of relief.

The last-gasp sour and tang of sun-shriveled citrus, fusty desiccated green herbs and mummified mosses, ashy, arid leather, and the most spectral iris wilting in a dissolving patch of shade whose earthy roots are already giving up the ghost, crumbling away in the sandy dirt. The radiant aurora of an eclipse made pale, parched apparition via a dusty, occluded lens.

Ôponé is a fragrance so revolting you’d think someone was joking, that it couldn’t possibly be real. But it is real, and I have a sample of it. It’s a vile cocktail of the following: a freshly-opened bottle of goopy, boozy-but-not-nearly-enough booze bitter berry Robitussin Maximum Strength Cough and Chest Congestion (possibly the one with Dextromethorphan and Guaifenesin), the most repellent, unpalatable artificial fruity-sour energy drink on the shelf with the most outrageously obnoxious packaging, the one so disgusting and foul that even the people you think might be into it would never buy, and the saddest long-stemmed fake rose wrapped in dusty crinkly plastic at the gas station. Nobody wants any part of this. Throw it in the trash immediately.

Moth is the cool glooms and musty melancholy of antique lace and silks tucked away with camphoraceus mothballs, there’s a smoky rose musk aspect, the spectral embers of a rose that lit itself on fire for love, or vengeance, or maybe both, and a bittersweet powdery element, like dried honey mixed with grave dust from a tomb. But the longer this wears, the more familiar it begins to smell, and I realize I am actually just wearing the musky vanilla and dusty florals of Hypnotic Poison, or alternately, the Bewitching Yasmine from Penhaligon, or Fleur Cachée from Anatol Lebreton, which to my nose, all smell like kindred spirits. And do I really need another perfume in that vein? And then I remember that I actually only own one bottle of those three scents and that one doesn’t have the thing going for it that Moth does: ultimately, Moth smells like a twilight shadowplay of austere embraces, a haunting chorus of forgotten languages, and basically what you wear to convince the ghosts that you are in fact a ghost.

I know better than this, but I purchased a bottle of Fantomas from Nasomatto without having sampled it first, and I'm surprised to say...I actually rather enjoy it? It reminds me of ELdO's Ghost In The Shell, that bit of speculative lactonic peach, but I then realized what I was smelling in Fantomas was more along the lines of those Japanese milky honeydew melon hard candies. There's also a bit of sterile, plastic-y musk and digitally-rendered powdery porcelain heliotrope, and the more I sniff my wrist, the more I am convinced that this creamy floral/vinyl musk is what the uncanny valley of a really expensive sex doll smells like. I've not smelled any sex dolls, either of the budget or the big-spender variety, but I have got a big imagination, and I'm pretty sure I know what I know. Anyway, I like it!

Koala from Zoologist is an aromatic-green-soapy incense-balsamic black tea-geranium sandalwood cologne with eucalyptus and pine. It’s dapper somehow, but the ironic dapper of a 25-year-old in 2013 with a handlebar mustache and a pork pie hat. It’s the refreshing, relaxing scent of a spa, but these dapper, ironic hipsters run the entire spa. And I don’t even know if I want to call it irony or absurdity or even farcical, but after a while, it doubles back on itself, and it’s almost painfully earnest, it’s got a genuine “love is real and I was pounded in the butt by my sentient spa experience” Chuck Tingle title vibe. I don’t know what that means. I’m all over the place for what is probably a very approachable and wearable perfume. That’s kind of wild, that I have no problem describing the weirdies, but the normies are the ones that give me pause. Anyway, I think this is both a sincere and sardonic eucalyptus scent. That’s my final word on it.

This is my FAVORITE body mist EVER she like TOTALLY gives off butter popcorn vibes but in like the sweetest and TASTIEST way!!!

very nice and well done freshie for a gourmand at heart like myself!!! The apple note isn’t too obvious so it makes itself more favorable for me!!!

It’s a nice sweet and tropical scent. Not too sure that I get much of the white chocolate note as they say.

It’s a nice scent, just very fresh and I am not into fresh scents at all. It’s the perfect fresh scent for winter time though!

This is my signature scent for LIFE. It smells SOO good on me the caramel, the gardenia, the vanilla, the amber. UGHH JUST ALL MY FAVORITE NOTES. GIVE IT TO MEEE

Very accurate Lost Cherry dupe, but the longevity is insane. Highly recommend!

This one took a minute. At first spray I get baby wipes and marshmallows. An hour later faint-er baby wipes, creamy white flowers and marshmallows.  It reminds me of something from my childhood and I can’t stop smelling it. Perhaps a doll or little girls perfume that I can’t quite put my finger on. It’s very nostalgic.  As the hours go on it just becomes very creamy, a little cigarette smoke-y, and pleasant on the skin. It’s still very hard for me to wear it out by itself— perhaps the little girl thing. I’m usually not much of a layerer but I sometimes make exceptions. I like this one with leathery, Woody or vetiver masculines. Sweeten ‘em up a little bit. I’ll keep it in my collection.

I blind bought this and could not be happier with my decision. Such a sucker for carrot-y Iris. Feels a little like there’s a slight cinnamon note even though it’s not listed, but I find carrot-y Fragrances tend to give me that. This is my new favorite lipstick.