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  2. Posted · Edited by Shollin
    The description changed for the 2009 release, so this is a new review topic. --Shollin     · Report reply

    The Ides marked an auspicious time in the Roman calendar. Depending on the month in question, the Ides fell on the thirteenth or fifteenth, and usually marked the Full Moon. As we all know, it was not an auspicious day for Julius Caesar, nor was it fortuitous for H.P. Lovecraft, who also met his maker on this infamous day. Tu quoque, Brute, fili mi! A mixture of Italian greenery, gleaming metal, and classical Roman cologne: rosemary, bergamot, lemon rind and vervain with costus, balsam, benzoin, gray amber, dittany, white narcissus and iris.


    The Ides of March 2009

    In bottle: Bergamot and lemon.

    On skin: Helllo lemon!

    Oddly I am getting none of the greenery, metal, or cologne. Perhaps my nose is broke.

    Must refresh nose with time and coffee, then come back to this.

    Edit: Ok, the lemon has gone into hiding and the greenery is coming out to play. I don't smell any rosemary, which can be somewhat overwhelming on me, but the description of metal and cologne is happening. :)

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    This is one of the surprise favorites from the Odes for me.

     

    It actually reminds me almost completely of White Rose from the Trading Post.

     

    Sweet vanilla, white rose, something a little tangy, perhaps the white wine grape? I love sandalwood but nothing in this blend screamed out sandalwood to me.

     

    I really really want to stock up on bottles but funds are tight this month so I might be looking for back ups on the forum instead.

  4. Posted · Edited by TwilightEyes · Report reply

    In the bottle I get ambergris, oakmoss, and a little musk.

     

    On my skin, it seems fairly light and close. The black musk is much lighter than anticipated. The honey is starting to peek out and a teeny hint of fruit and citrus from the currant, neroli, and bergamot. The patchouli seems to be a sweet one.

     

    Earthy and sweet.

     

    Dry: The honey and fruit has come out a lot more -- this actually reminds me of Gluhwein but without the spice. Very very nice.

  5. Posted · Edited by Shollin · Report reply

    If my health is spared I'll be long relating
    Of that boat that sailed out of Anach Cuain.
    And the keening after of mother and father
    And child by the harbour, the mournful croon!
    King of Graces, who died to save us,
    T'were a small affair but for one or two,
    But a boat-load bravely in calm day sailing
    Without storm or rain to be swept to doom.

    What wild despair was on all the faces
    To see them there in the light of day,
    In every place there was lamentation,
    And tearing of hair as the wreck was shared.
    And boys there lying when crops were ripening,
    From the strength of life they were borne to clay
    In their wedding clothes for their wake they robed them
    O King of Glory, man's hope is in vain.
    - ANTOINE Ó RAIFTEIRI

    Unutterable grief expressed through the scent of balsam, frankincense, blackberry leaf, oud, white rose, driftwood, zdravetz, and bitter clove, beneath the cold waters of the River Corrib.


    In the bottle this is a dark aquatic scent. Hard to pick out the notes individually.

    On my skin, the white rose and frankincense make an appearance. On inhale I think of a light blue but the exhale is dark blue-green. It is aquatic, but not overwhelmingly so. A bit cologne-y and masculine.

    Dry: Aquatic and cologne have left the building. Clove and frankincense are out in force. Woody too. Love!!

    How did this go from aquatic to spicy wood??

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    First thought: whew, the dirt is barely noticable.

     

    Second: Roses, lilies, and woah -- Helllloooo Yew!! This reminds me a bit of Rose Red because of the green waving at me except that, of course, it isn't pure rose otherwise.

     

    I like this one a lot -- I expected not to like it as much as others because of the dirt note, but I can't smell dirt at all.

     

    :joy:

  8. Posted · Edited by TwilightEyes · Report reply

    In the imp: Gleaming metal and leather? I think also some vanilla, moss, white rose, and possibly frankincense.

     

    On skin: Hasn't morphed at all. This is not grassy on me in the slightest. On the exhale I get the same tingle on the sides of my tongues that White Rose & Symmakhia give me.

     

    Dry: Smells a lot like Miller vs California's dry down. Leather. I think Brom Bones also had this sort of feel.

     

    This is a little on the masculine side but very lovely all the same. Thank you Beth & Laddies! (er, Labbies!)

  12. Posted · Edited by TwilightEyes · Report reply

    Hmm, I think the label of the new 13 is black. But I live in a dark basement.

     

    Dragon's Milk does, at least. (God, how much do we all love Miss Twilight for having this Flickr photo stream??)

    Join the "Bpal Fiends" on Flickr and post photos there too!!! And Angelicruin also has a ton of flickr photos of bpal. :)

     

    I did a search on the thread and couldn't find this: Anyone have a picture of Butterflies and Plovers from last years Lupercalia? My google image search just brought up pictures of people's BPAL boxes.

     

    Butterflies & Plovers a bit hard to see.

  25. Posted · Edited by Shollin · Report reply

    "Then he hissed at me. 'Ah, I frighten you, do I? ... I dare say! ... Perhaps you think that I have another mask, eh, and that this ... this ... my head is a mask? Well,' he roared, 'tear it off as you did the other! Come! Come along! I insist! Your hands! Your hands! Give me your hands!' And he seized my hands and dug them into his awful face. He tore his flesh with my nails, tore his terrible dead flesh with my nails! ... 'Know,' he shouted, while his throat throbbed and panted like a furnace, 'know that I am built up of death from head to foot and that it is a corpse that loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you! ... Look, I am not laughing now, I am crying, crying for you, Christine, who have torn off my mask and who therefore can never leave me again! ... As long as you thought me handsome, you could have come back, I know you would have come back ... but, now that you know my hideousness, you would run away for good... So I shall keep you here! ... Why did you want to see me? Oh, mad Christine, who wanted to see me! ... When my own father never saw me and when my mother, so as not to see me, made me a present of my first mask!'

    "He had let go of me at last and was dragging himself about on the floor, uttering terrible sobs. And then he crawled away like a snake, went into his room, closed the door and left me alone to my reflections. Presently I heard the sound of the organ; and then I began to understand Erik's contemptuous phrase when he spoke about Opera music. What I now heard was utterly different from what I had heard up to then. His Don Juan Triumphant (for I had not a doubt but that he had rushed to his masterpiece to forget the horror of the moment) seemed to me at first one long, awful, magnificent sob. But, little by little, it expressed every emotion, every suffering of which mankind is capable. It intoxicated me; and I opened the door that separated us. Erik rose, as I entered, BUT DARED NOT TURN IN MY DIRECTION. 'Erik,' I cried, 'show me your face without fear! I swear that you are the most unhappy and sublime of men; and, if ever again I shiver when I look at you, it will be because I am thinking of the splendor of your genius!' Then Erik turned round, for he believed me, and I also had faith in myself. He fell at my feet, with words of love ... with words of love in his dead mouth ... and the music had ceased ... He kissed the hem of my dress and did not see that I closed my eyes.

    A bouquet of Swedish blossoms -- linnea borealis, hoya, and Phyteuma nigra -- with frankincense and pale vanilla orchid.


    In the bottle: Floral. Sweet vanilla scent along with the floral. Honeysuckle? Something that reminds me of my grandmother's foyer -- oh, the hoya!! I always thought the hoya looked fake with their perfect waxy flowers. But they certainly were fragrant!

    On my skin: Honeysuckle and... gardenia (?) sweetened by vanilla. The darkish odd hoya scent resurfaces when I exhale. I am not getting any of the frankincense, this is mostly floral on me.
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