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Sweet honeyed patchouli, very reminiscent of Feed Me and Fill Me with Pleasure. I don't really get any cinnamon, but there's a dustiness to this once it settles onto my skin. But where FMaFMwP has hella throw on me, this one is a soft skin scent with almost no throw. Lasts for hours at that level.

If I stick my nose right against my hand, I get dusty wood and warm velvet with a hint of some old-school sultry perfume. The throw, on the other hand, is a shifted version of those notes -- sultry opium perfume with a woody base and a hint of body-warmed velvet. A beautifully elegant, old-fashioned feminine scent with an unexpected twist. I love Beth's 'perfume-plus' scents, and this is no exception. So lovely!

Formed into the crux ansata, symbolizing his absolute power over life and death: golden myrrh, calamus, iris root, and cardamom. Wet: the myrrh goes to baby powder on me immediately, darn it. That's unusual for my body chemistry, and doesn't bode well. Dry: yep, baby powder. I get a bit of spice and floral if I stick my nose right against it, but the throw is all baby powder. Decent throw, but it only lasts a couple of hours. This would probably be beautiful on someone else's skin, but it's not for me.

Leading a host of spectral hounds, he scours the earth in search of errant souls: black pine and vetiver, leather and clove. First? Really? Wet: spicy woody incense. Dry: this stays pretty much the same on me the whole time I'm wearing it. It's so seamlessly well-blended that I can't pick out individual notes. The clove is definitely there, but it isn't screaming its name the way it usually does on me. I wish I could describe this better, because it's GORGEOUS! A little smoky, a little spicy, just a bit of leather and pine. I get the impression of cool incense smoke dispersed from a swinging censer under high trees. Soothing and centering.

Wet, this is all soft sesame-almond nuttiness. It reminds me of the almond note in Romans 13:8, actually. As it dries down, the oud comes out more, giving it an incense quality, but still with that soft nuttiness. .. and then it's gone from my skin, POOF! I liked it while it lasted.

Fizzy motor oil? When wet, I get a blast of fizziness, like the Lab's champagne note but without the usual sweetness. After a bit, an almost buttery notes comes out that I can't place for a while. Drydown, fizzy beeswax and something mildly chemical. The throw makes me think 'fizzy motor oil' and I can't get it out of my head. Decent throw and great longevity.

On wet, this is definitely patchouli-heavy, with a chewiness that reminds me a lot of #Occupywallstreet. After a few minutes, it settles down a bit and that tobacco/cocoa note fades out. Then it starts to smell like cedar. (My skin chemistry, clearly.) Once it's dry, this is a spicy woodsy scent, with a strong hay note. The vetiver is definitely more grassy than smoky on me. Overall, it's definitely on the masculine end of scents, with a pretty low throw but decent wear length.

I've been using this oil as a meditation focus this week, and it works. Hoo boy, does it work! But this is no soft, wishy-washy peace. This is LOUD, almost militant in its determination. It's kinda like being hit in the forehead with a 2x4 made of the most amazing sunny garden afternoon. It's a symphony tuning up until it reaches a single triumphant chord that carries you with it. It makes all the brain-weasels fall into line and calm right the fuck down. There WILL be peace.

After reading the scent description, I'm not at all sure that my review is going to be any help to anyone. The main note I smell in this is frankincense. Wet, it's straight up woody frankincense with a balsam edge to it. Maaaybe a bit of oudh around the edges. Dry, it's powdery frankincense and greenery. Lovely incense, very mild throw, decent longevity. I have no idea how I'm getting frankincense out of this, or why I don't smell the cinnamon.

The Sorcerer, the Cunning-Man, the Sage. He is the Kerux, Initiator and Psychopomp, the Divine Messenger who leads neophytes on their paths through the Mysteries and shepherds the souls to the underworld. Honey absolute, Oman frankincense, and asphodel. Lots of honey, with a floral note I'd probably guess was dandelion if I didn't know better -- my nose really isn't familiar with asphodel. The frankincense is just a gentle woodiness under the other notes. This stayed true on me through the whole wearing. Fairly mild throw, good longevity. Straight-forward and very pretty.

A scent of misdirection, of 140 frantic characters typed out in spite at 3am, and paranoia-clouded churlish accusations hurled at perceived enemies: crushed pink pepper pod, bitter white tobacco, gnarled patchouli, all covered in glinting, garish slashes of gold. In the bottle, this reminds me of #occupywallstreet. I'd swear there was cocoa in there with the gnarly patchouli. Wet: Whoa, that's some rooty patchouli! The strength of it knocks me over for a minute. Dry: This settles into something much smoother and utterly gorgeous. It sweetens within a couple of minutes of hitting my skin -- when I put my nose right up to it, I smell something creamy like melted vanilla ice cream, but I don't get it in the throw. Just smooth, sweet patchouli with some warmth from the tobacco and a hint of something more traditionally perfume-y. This is amazingly wearable and very pretty.

I've been wearing this for the last two days and I still can't figure out how to review it. Wet: Gauzy rose and spicy carnations; not a hint of the other notes Dry: So freaking difficult to pin down! White rose and carnation still. I don't exactly smell either the moss or the oud, but there is something grounding this scent, and I just can't put my finger on it. There's a hint of something almost like white musk maybe. Relatively low throw but good longevity. Very feminine on me, womanly as opposed to girly. Velvety, sensuous, romantic. Reading the other reviews, this is clearly one that plays very differently on different chemistries!

I don't get any clove or leather from this at all. it's all vaguely sweet and fruity. My nose keeps telling me it's watermelon candy.

This one started out beautifully, all honey and herb-garden -- and then it turned. Sweaty, metallic gym socks. Honeyed gym socks, but still, no. I'm sad, this one should've worked on me!

Triple-cream butter, plasticky vanilla, and freshly-sharpened pencil. The lovely brown musk tries to fight its way through, but alas, it is overpowered. To be fair, bourbon vanilla and cedar both tend to go wonky exactly that way, but you know how it is -- BPAL hopes spring eternal! Good throw and longevity.