petitekitsune

In the Bottle: Oh, -purr-. I can smell lavender -- sort of bittersweet, spicy. I think I can smell something under it, too. Carnation? I'm not sure. The moss is waaay down there, I think... Very strong from the bottle, though. Wet on skin: Oh, it's sharp, and slightly herbal -- though it's a flowery sort of herb. Lavender? Carnation? I'm not sure. But it sticks in my nose -- something I can almost feel there. It sweetens and mellows fast, though. Semi-dry: It starts reminding me of Burberry's 'Brit' after a minute or two. Not sure what that says, other than that I like wearing men's cologne. I think I can smell the amber, too -- whatever it is, it's creamy-sweet, and tempers the sharpness to make it sort of golden. The images it evokes to me with my nose in my wrist is laying on a soft couch with my face buried against a rather classy, mild-mannered, studious boy's neck. Very laid-back but intelligent, at the same time; I can see where they got the 'refined' part. No powder whatsoever -- very clean and sweet without being powdery. Mmmmm. Dry: Wow, it has some staying power -- I love this. Verdict: PASSIONATE love. I adore this. It's not too male for me to wear, and I will be using my 5ml with eager glee. Saint-Germain is my hero

I got an imp of this from a friend -- and I was all set to LOVE it and crave a bottle. NOT SO. Something about it turns my stomach. My father loved it and could smell the DROP I put on my wrist from across the room: but so could I. It was so strong it gave me a headache, and I usually love to waft. I like incense scents and I like vanilla, but Snake Oil turned into pure sickly powder, with something sharp that stabbed the back of my throat. I washed my wrists with Dawn, I scrubbed them with alcohol, and I can't get it off. Maybe it's my chemistry at this time of the month, but it makes my head spin. I think this one's not for me.

This is the first oil I've ever tried from the Lab, given to me by an enabler friend who was cleaning out her box -- and I'm thoroughly wowed. In the imp, it was very spicy -- my clumsy hands spilled a little on my fingertips when I was trying to get it open, and now my quilt smells like spicy, incensey rose. Of course, not wanting to waste, I put what got on my fingers -- just a couple drops -- behind my ears and on each wrist. On me, it's delicious, rich rose with a hint of something darker and sacred-smelling. Also, it's been coming up on four hours and I still, well, waft. My skin, which has reduced perfumes to nasty celery-scent before, seems to be holding onto this and not letting go. Exciting! I may be addicted~