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Chocolate syrup, with a hint of Tootsie-Roll and a dash of cocoa. Medium throw and wear length.

Pumpkin cake and a ton of cardamom. It's very cardamom, with a bit of pumpkin spice on the end. Medium throw but low wear length.

Cinnamon, nutmeg, apple booze and a hint of vanilla cream. This smells like a rummy apple cider with a dollop of vanilla cream to hide the fact that you're drinking as you're being dragged through a cold evening to some Haunted Hay ride that you really didn't want to be in because goddamn there's a line, and you're waiting 90 minutes in the cold. Medium throw and wear length. Also, you're not bitter. Never.

Kelp, sea spray, and a touch of cypress. It's very salty aquatic, sort of ghostly, and sort of melancholic. It's a great aquatic - soft, very wearable, and gender neutral. Love the heavy kelp in it. Medium throw and wear length.

Red sandalwood, myrrh, cinnamon husk, and copal bound with blood, currants, and red wine. Red wine, red sandalwood, hint of cinnamon and copal. This is a very red blend. Incensey, red wine and red sandalwood. Dark and slinky. Good throw and wear length.

The drunk in the graveyard raised his bottle to his lips. One of the gravestones flipped over, revealing a grasping corpse; a headstone turned around, flowers replaced by a grinning skull. A wraith appeared on the right of the church, while on the left of the church something with a half-glimpsed, pointed, unsettlingly birdlike face, a pale, Boschian nightmare, glided smoothly from a headstone into the shadows and was gone. Then the church door opened, a priest came out, and the ghosts, haunts, and corpses vanished, and only the priest and the drunk were left alone in the graveyard. The priest looked down at the drunk disdainfully, and backed through the open door, which closed behind him, leaving the drunk on his own. The clockwork story was deeply unsettling. Much more unsettling, thought Shadow, than clockwork has any right to be. “You know why I show that to you?” asked Czernobog. “No.” “That is the world as it is. That is the real world. It is there, in that box.” Red currant and labdanum with opoponax, vetiver, grave moss, white sandalwood, and khus. Red currant, grave moss, sandalwood and a touch of khus. This smells tart, mossy, and with enough other elements to make it swirl. There is something that codes as mint/mist to my nose as well. So misty red currants, moss and sandalwood. Atmospheric, moody, but a touch of the beyond. Gender neutral. Good throw and wear length.

Creamy white marshmallow clouds, spiced pumpkin and a whiff of chocolate. I definitely am amping up the marshmallow in this bit, and its again pumpkin spices as opposed to the buttery pumpkin. More wearable than I expected. Medium throw and wear length.

Cinnamon chocolate with a dash of pumpkin spice. It's more like cinnamon allspice chocolate. You get pumpkin vaguely by association, in the same way that Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Lattes have no pumpkin, but they still remind you of pumpkins. So yeah. Medium throw but low wear length on me.

Orange citrus blast that dries down to sweet sugary candy corn with some buttery pumpkin. Waxier than I expected. Medium throw and wear length.

This reminds me to a cross between honeysuckle and jasmine, with a bit of tropical aquaticness thrown in. It mainly codes as a type of jasmine flower to me, but as it dries down, I get more of the honeysuckle-like component and a bit more of the watery-ness comes out. Maybe hibiscus? If you're into either honeysuckle or jasmine, give this a whirl. Great throw and wear length.

Intense apple pie with cinnamon, all spice, and a whiff of grass. It's definitely apple pie - it smells wholesome, summery, and American. Good throw and wear length.

Dead Leaves, tobacco and a touch of chocolate. It's dark, atmospheric tobacco.

Sweet amber. I get mainly a sunshiney amber with a touch of starburst sugar.

Molasses, honey, and oak. Kill-Devil as a perfume didn't work out for me. But there's this dusty old-west/pirate thing going on with the hair gloss despite the sweetness. Dark rummy sugar is what I originally thought.

Cocoa over a base of Snake Oil, and a whiff of rice milk. It's the chocolate Snake Oil, and if SO is your jam, and you like chocolate, then obviously this is a good thing. SO is not my jam, and it smells like a very good chocolate still. Medium throw and wear length.

2016 version Yup, smells like CKOne to me. It's all white tea, gleaming metal and a whiff of gardenia. It's white, cool, florals with a flash of metal. I remember enjoying the 2008 version, having a partial, and never wearing it. Very gender neutral. Great throw and wear length.

Myrrh, sage, cedar, and a brush of lavender. This one is a woodsy-sage blend with touches of incense and lavender. Low throw and wear length.

Violets, fruity strawberry and a touch of dirt. It dries down to violets and aldehydes, so its a spooky violet blend. If you wanted a violet blend with staying power, I'd pick this up. Medium throw, good wear length.

Sweet candied plums, a dash of vanilla and apricot. This smells just like the Yuletide perfume.

I get a blast of soft lavender/lemon, and then I get both orange and sweet grass. LOVE IT. I'm so glad I finally took the chance on this.

Clacking white sandalwood drenched in whiskey and a puff of cigar smoke. For the lads - I get a bay rum-ish blend with cigarette and a whiff of sandalwood. The whiskey codes to bay rum in my hair, but you know, you may get whiskey. Manly, smoky. Good throw and wear length.

Cool iris, green tea, a touch of musk and maybe a whiff of anise. It's really mainly a iris/green tea. It's very Shunga-esque to me.

Cacao, red tea and myrrh. This one is a very chocolate/myrrh blend, with other notes to keep it from being straight up foodie. It's soft, wistful and a little depressing.

Lemon, sugar, and apple. There is a very sugared lemony fresh note to this bath oil, which prevent its from being all apple all the time. Sweet, fun, citrusy.

I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city, Whereupon, lo! upsprang the aboriginal name! Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient; I see that the word of my city is that word up there, Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays, superb, with tall and wonderful spires, Rich, hemmd thick all around with sailships and steamshipsan island sixteen miles long, solid-founded, Numberless crowded streetshigh growths of iron, slender, strong, light, splendidly uprising toward clear skies; Tide swift and ample, well-loved by me, toward sundown, The flowing sea-currents, the little islands, larger adjoining islands, the heights, the villas, The countless masts, the white shore-steamers, the lighters, the ferry-boats, the black sea-steamers well-modeld; The down-town streets, the jobbers houses of businessthe houses of business of the ship-merchants, and money-brokersthe river-streets; Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a week; The carts hauling goodsthe manly race of drivers of horsesthe brown-faced sailors; The summer air, the bright sun shining, and the sailing clouds aloft; The winter snows, the sleigh-bellsthe broken ice in the river, passing along, up or down, with the flood tide or ebb-tide; The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-formd, beautiful-faced, looking you straight in the eyes; Trottoirs throngdvehiclesBroadwaythe womenthe shops and shows, The parades, processions, bugles playing, flags flying, drums beating; A million peoplemanners free and superbopen voiceshospitalitythe most courageous and friendly young men; The free city! no slaves! no owners of slaves! The beautiful city, the city of hurried and sparkling waters! the city of spires and masts! The city nested in bays! my city! The city of such women, I am mad to be with them! I will return after death to be with them! The city of such young men, I swear I cannot live happy, without I often go talk, walk, eat, drink, sleep, with them! - Walt Whitman I will return after death to be with them: the gleaming sharp scent of these high growths of iron, the amber of the bright sun shining, and broken ice on the river. Mannahatta has a very fougere sort of start for me, and I get both the amber, the metallic iron, a whiff of snow. In a lot of ways it's a gender neutral/masculine version of Broadway. This is a sophisticated city gentleman, well-heeled and self confident. Good throw and wear length.