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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.
BPAL Postage Price Rise 2
Introductions
World of Warcraft
Why...?
The Poor Lost Dummy
Sterilisation for a 21-year-old
My Precious
Boyf's Family Event: Am I Evil?
Pending Orders
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!
BPAL Postage Price Rise 1
Death Adder on its way!
IGMO!... Well, my Mum did!
BPAL Reviews
Samhain: Mmmh. Gnhh. Raargle.
Spooky: Good Enough to Eat
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!
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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