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No scent description available. voodoo queen: i get a soft almost powdery incence blend it is light and not powdery like baby powder maybe "dusty" is a better term. it is very resinous and yet a touch sweet to my nose. not dill pickly at all. there is something sweet here, i wish i could place it, not honey....yet something almost sugary, yet not food like. i actually am loving this, and wondering if i should give storyville a break and wear this for a few days. as it dries a while i figured out the sweetness, i believe it is coconut milk. it is soft yet sweet and a hint coconutty, w/ an incency kick. gorgeous, and giving storyville a run for it's money. beth took some special time w/ the c12 blends and it shows they are stunning. every single one of them

Sunflower, Egon Schiele.Sunflower bouquet, black amber, creeping black moss, wilted greenery, and scorched, dry stems. in the bottle:very very light, slightly floral wet: sweet floral, slightly green light sunny floral, w/ a very light burnt edge to it. almost like a photograph that is just curled and singed on the edge. this scent is just singed on it's edges. it is mostly a light fresh floral, with a hint of fresh greenery and the singed edges.

Schlafende Baigneuse, Pierre-Auguste Renoir.Skin musk, white cream, honeycomb, yellow rose, King mandarin, chrysanthemum, golden amber, honeysuckle, and wide-throated yellow monkey-flower accord. in the bottle:musky floral, very well belnded, no particular note stands out. wet: very very light skin scent almost indetectible. slightly rosey this gets stronger as it dries, the rose is prominent (i amp roses so take that in to consideration) and honeysuckle makes her appearance. the musk is a clean fresh musky scent and provides the perfect backdrop for the floral scene. this is a soft, sweet floral, i haven't come across another scent very similar, but it is very feminine, and i imagine floral girls are gonna go mad for it

To celebrate the opening of the Black Phoenix Trading Post, we are offering this rugged, visceral dark cowboy scent. Now widely considered a portent of doom, the Dead Man's Hand is a term used in five-card poker when you have “aces over eights” or “aces backed with eights” -- the hand allegedly held by Wild Bill Hickock when he was gunned down from behind by Jack McCall in Saloon No. 10, Deadwood. According to the saloon's proprietor, Hickock was holding all black cards, aces and eights, and it is believed that he was about to draw at the time of his murder. Our Dead Man's Hand is the quintessential western scent: dusty rawhide and oiled leather. this one stayed true from the vial, wet, and dry. it is indeed leather, pure leather on me it smelled just like a wilson's leather store.

Aids in the cultivation and development of personal power in all aspects of your life. Can be used in conjunction with any magick to add additional strength to the work. gah this is intimidating. being the first to review a mysterious tal blend.... in the vial resinous, and a very familiar scent of tal blends. sharp, and well powerful wet: hmm cedar i believe it is cedary, there is something spicy there too possibly tonka? (ppsssttt did i say this is intimidating?) as it dries it is mostly resinous but occassionally i get a whiff of smething spicey. it is a powerful scent, i wish i could do it justice but alas i fear i am not. the longer it is on the less "resinous" it is and it becomes somewhat floral i believe gardenia, heady and strong and the hint of light clean soap (in a good way not in a coast way) my skin really soaked this one up, like a sponge eta recieved a decanted imp in a swap Added Lab description --Shollin

Sitting Up With a Sick Friend, C.M. Coolidge.Tobacco smoke and leather bowled over by a powerful smack of heady, classic perfume and a whiff of rose water. in the bottle:soft, powdery, hint of rose water wet: rosy perfume possibly a hint of pinks, or carnation. as it dries: this is a grande dame scent. powerful, feminine, regal. i am not really detecting the smokiness, and the leather is so light it just adds another demension, it isn't a frontrunner, and i only catch glimpses of it here and there.

Philosopher in Meditation, Rembrandt van Rijn.Smoldering woodfire embers, Galen's Kyphi, and Abramelin incense. in the bottle:juicy wine? grapes? uhhhh whuuu? on:ahh more like it where did that sweet scent go? now it is definitely wood fires, ambers personified. yes i get incense also. and something almost grain like. there is still something almost sweet about this scent but not the grape like scent in the bottle. this is a resinous, incensy, sex in a bottle blend, i am gonna need more. eta this reminds me slightly of the lion. but the lion in an incense chamber

Mad Meg, Pieter Bruegel the Elder.Fire-scorched earth, black mandarin, cinnamon bark, bitter almond, sage, vetiver, and balsam of peru. in the bottle, dark , smokey. vetiver is obvious wet: earth and vetiver this is earthy, very earthy, lots of vetiver w/ the slightest breath of cinnamon.

Madonna, Edvard Munch.Hyssop, pomegranate, Angel's Trumpet, Indonesian patchouli, iris, white orchid, and frankincense. in the bottle: pomegranate, hyssop, and floral wet hint of orchid, hyssop seems to be the most pronounce note besides orchid as it dries this scent is a nice orchid (similar to black orchid) w/ a hint of green in the background.

A men's virility and sexual domination blend. hmmm, i do not know why but my nose keeps detecting civet in voodoo blends, maybe it isn't civet but some note that is having a civet like reaction w/ my chemistry but to me it smells civet like, deep down, below the smell i am associating w/ civet it s deep resinous smell, possibly oak or rosewood, it is so hard to get past the sharp smell, that i am unsure, there is also something sharply green possibly some kind of evergreen or pine which would make sense w/ the name of the scent.

A belching column of sick greenish flame... spouting volcanically from depths profound and inconceivable, casting no shadows as healthy flame should, and coating the nitrous stone with a nasty, venomous verdigris. For in all that seething combustion no warmth lay, but only the clamminess of death and corruption. A crystalline, cold green fire: six mints with white pepper and cucumber. wow this is cold, minty and reminds me greatly of frost moon, there are some definite similarities here. so there you have it, cold, minty, reminecent of frost moon.

They do not wish the souls of their young men to leave the pleasant hearths and gambrel-roofed taverns of old Kingsport, nor do they wish the laughter and song in that high rocky place to grow louder. For as the voice which has come has brought fresh mists from the sea and from the north fresh lights, so do they say that still other voices will bring more mists and more lights, till perhaps the olden gods (whose existence they hint only in whispers for fear the Congregational parson shall hear} may come out of the deep and from unknown Kadath in the cold waste and make their dwelling on that evilly appropriate crag so close to the gentle hills and valleys of quiet, simple fisher folk. This they do not wish, for to plain people things not of earth are unwelcome; and besides, the Terrible Old Man often recalls what Olney said about a knock that the lone dweller feared, and a shape seen black and inquisitive against the mist through those queer translucent windows of leaded bull's-eyes. All these things, however, the Elder Ones only may decide; and meanwhile the morning mist still comes up by that lovely vertiginous peak with the steep ancient house, that gray, low-eaved house where none is seen but where evening brings furtive lights while the north wind tells of strange revels. White and feathery it comes from the deep to its brothers the clouds, full of dreams of dank pastures and caves of leviathan. And when tales fly thick in the grottoes of tritons, and conchs in seaweed cities blow wild tunes learned from the Elder Ones, then great eager vapors flock to heaven laden with lore; and Kingsport, nestling uneasy in its lesser cliffs below that awesome hanging sentinel of rock, sees oceanward only a mystic whiteness, as if the cliff's rim were the rim of all earth, and the solemn bells of the buoys tolled free in the aether of faery. Salty ocean breezes touched by a numinous, incandescent mist. wow i don't know what i could add to the lab description. it is exactly that. it is standing on the bow of a ship the mist dampening everything there is sea breeze, saltyness, ozone. this is a sunny day out on the ship just standing letting the breeze envelope you. (sorry i don't have more specific notes it is just oceany)

New Year's Eve in Dogville, C.M. Coolidge.Flirty perfume, dapper cologne, and effervescent champagne. in the bottle: light, cologney, slightly airy note. wet: there is something very...dewey about this. i definitely get a champagne note, and a light breezy perfume type scent. this one is one of those that smell differently up close then it does as you move around. i get hints of a masculine cologne scent as i move, but up close i smell a soft feminine, dewey scent, this smells light and bubbly up close, and it is quite nice.

in the bottle, sweet, spicey, definitely a holiday scent. i like this better then eggnog latte wet, cinnamon, spice, and i am getting something incensy. as it dries this becomes lighter but still very spice heavy though a certain smokey quality keeps it from going foody. gorgeous.

in the bottle this si spot on egg nog latte, sweet eggy vanilla, and a shot of coffee. wet remains very similar to in the bottle as it dries the coffee is less prominent and it is a sifter spicier, scent, very christmassy, very "foody" i am not so much a foody girl as a heavy incensy musk girl, but foodies will surely love this beautiful scent

i realized i have let my reviews slip lately. and what better scent to form my comeback then *my* scent. when beth first asked if she could do me, i was stunned, crazily fangirl flattered, and uber excited, athough a bit nervous to have anything threaten my love for snake oil. the description and artwork brought tears to my eyes, it is soooo me. so the prototype arrived for ECWC and i had to try it first, i mean come on it is meeeeee. and i opened the bottle, i love beth's pine notes, i have made no secret of that, but man wow smack in the face pine. wow did i say pine?? this is one of those times i trust in beth, i know what she can do, i have read the notes, i know there are other facets to this scent. wet: still heavy on the pine, but i can detect patchouli, smokiness, and a hint of musk. then it dries. O.M. GAHHHH gorgeousness. this is a skin hugging vanilla, honey, smokiness, the pine fades back to barely waft by occasionally and say hi. the tobacco, honey, and musk frame the patchouli and make this just stunning, it is definitely a "me" scent and definitely tends to give snake oil some competition. although snake oil will always be my signature scent, illustrated woman is my comforting hell yeah scent. beth continually amazes me, and it is such an honor to have such an amazing scent w/ my pic on it.

as a retailer i can say alot of hershey-ites are wearing bpal, that otherwise wouldn't neccesarily realize bpal is there, when they come in i show them what we have, and give out lab postcards, and tell them about the forums, it is win win w/ from my perspective, i promote the lab, they may order online, but then will calls are promoted to me in this area, so they come back...great big circle of love really.

yes, sorry, i am jet lagged and trying to post. we will take orders and ship or take orders for pick ujp, i am flexible

in the bottle:swweeeet, creamy, hint of something almost cherry wet: very strong almost powdered sugar slightly powdery, slightly floral, no cherries as it dries it is a soft sweet cloud of yumminess, vanilla, sugar, sticky yet strong. maybe the stay puff marshmallow man in ghostbusters is a good comparison. big, white, poof of stickiness.

07 all souls. in the bottle sweet, incensy, hint of fruit. wearing this is like being in a hippies kitchen. the hippie is baking a delicious white cake, placing a touch of currant preserves in between layers and the whole time the kitchen is permeated w/ soft, wafts of incense. it stays close to my skin but wisps around me intriguing me when i catch it. i keep thinking if cheech and chong were married, this would be what their wives kitchens would smell like when they came home after getting the munchies love this one for sure

another lovely bptp soap. it is very lightly fragranced sugar skull, true to the scent of the same name, it doesn't over power the shower, but makes it's gentle self known, i again use a poof due to the scrubby texture, but i have uber sensitive skin, so some may not need that step. there is just something so decadent about lathering this lovely scent on my body. i am truly spoiled.

love love love this one, it is a spot on pumpkin scent, fall personified, gorgeous, almost edible. soft and doesn't dry my skin too much. did i mention i love it?

this smells like samhain, well aged, and similar to my favorite vintage (04) i love bathing w/ this scent, i ise it on a poof to keep teh exfoiliants at bay, but the scent is worth the effort, i actually just placed another order this weekend so i can have more yummy samhain soap

whoot got this from the sweetest swapper ever (ivyand peony) altho i wold like to know it's ritual use i will review it as a scent this is resinous, there is an evergreen in here for sure, i was thinking cedar but it may be a pine, and i believe there is sandalwood, as it dries i mellows and gets a slight touch of a spice possibly cloves, it is faintly resemblant of my clove cigarettes i actually like it as a scent i am a resin lover....nw to find out the use of it so i can see if it "works"

As sweet as death, as deep as the grave: pomegranate, raspberry, gardenia, plum, and rose with patchouli, black pepper, rose musk, and a hint of blood accord. What I see in the distance is a moss covered ancient mausoleum. Being the daring soul I am, I silently creep, on careful footsteps to the door. It makes en eerie creak, almost a slow moan as I ease the door open. Standing alone, in the center of the interior is a coffin that looks almost as aged as the building itself. Somewhere deep in the recess of my mind I realize this could be dangerous. I have heard rumors the ever dangerous inhabitant who wants to own her victims abides in these hallowed halls. I get closer to the coffin, commited to my destiny, I slowly open the lid by sliding it a crack, the smell of dry almost crackling moss. I can tell the inhabitant once had life a hint of almost animated musk. I also can detect funeral flowers, particularly rose, and something barely fruity and sweet. As I get to know the Queen better I can almost feel her breath and eyes on me, deep, dark, dusty. She still has the barest hint of sweetness, and that musk, I want her to love me, I want her to always be with me, captivate me w/ the life she once led, holding court and having people fall at her feet, worshiping. I feel I could stay here all day, and a drowsiness starts to fall across me, hypnotic. I desire to curl up, rest, deep, undisturbed slumber. It feels like hours have passed, I realize they have, I had fallen asleep. I awake feeling almost as if someone was there with me, then recall I had been invisioning *her* and her scent still lingers, enfolding me in a cloud of the softest skin musk, no bitterness, no anciant mosses, just a soft sweet breath, a hint of her previous beauty lingering, bekoning me to become hers fully. I realize suddenly I want to. I want to be hers, stay with her forever.....