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Astrophysics, Lovecraft, BPAL, computers. If that 'aint a weird mix I don't know what is.
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Bored of this now.
Introductions
BPAL Postage Price Rise 2
World of Warcraft
Why...?
Sterilisation for a 21-year-old
The Poor Lost Dummy
My Precious
Pending Orders
Boyf's Family Event: Am I Evil?
Why is he being an ass...?
How would you define "cheating"..?
Hexennacht 2008: Not sweaty at all!
I definitely get the fir from this when I first put it on. It's a sharp, bright, "clean" scent when wet.
The fir mellows after a few minutes to be much warmer, and less artificial. It's a very pleasant "green" scent at this point.
It stays like this for a half-hour or so and then... disappears. All that's left is a light, slightly musky scent which is hard to place.
Odd behaviour, but very nice!
Graphics Cards, Frames per Second, Memory, Core Clocks, oh my!
Death Adder on its way!
IGMO!... Well, my Mum did!
BPAL Postage Price Rise 1
BPAL Reviews
Samhain: Mmmh. Gnhh. Raargle.
Three Witches: Nom Nom Nom
I was lucky enough to acquire a bottle of the Resurrected incarnation.
In the vial and wet, this is all CINNAMON. Spicy spicy spice with no sign of the clove or pepper - it's like I upended a pot of cinnamon onto my wrist. As nice as cinnamon is, it's very strong.
On the drydown, the overwhelming cinnamon thankfully fades a little. I can detect a whiff of the clove, and the smooth pepper is coming out to play.
Dry, this is a stunning scent. The cinnamon and clove are still there, over the smooth sweetness of white pepper. So glad I managed to get a bottle!
Spooky: Good Enough to Eat
IGMO! (Yay for birthdays!)
Feeling Miserable
Crowley: Don't mess with THE MAN.
Imp: Sharp-ish, musky cologne.
Wet: Patchouli. Loooots of patchouli.
Drydown: Oh no! Sharp, alcoholic cologne, the kind that made you gag when it came in clouds out of the boys' locker room at High School.
Dry (First): Phew! Still cologne, but much creamier. Still very, very manly though.
Dry (10 mins): Crowley just screams manliness from every pore. Not something that warrants big bottle attention, but nice nonetheless.
Verdict: Don your sunglasses and drive your burning Bentley screaming through the black night.
Rating: 4/5. Would have gotten 5 if it was a little less testosterone-fuelled.
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