tarotgirl99

In the imp, the most luscious rose dominates. Me likey, I thought, and slathered. Soon there was a war on my wrist. "I am beautiful," trilled the Rose. "Get off my block," responded Ylang Ylang, hands on hips. After kicking poor Rose repeatedly with her Doc Martens, all that was left was the stanky stinky residue of dead flowers in water, that really nasty smell when you've allowed your roses to sit in a vase long past their due date. Off to swaps. But first, I'll try to remove all traces of YY and her Doc Martens.

If you like Smut or Madame Moriarty, this should be right up your alley (so to speak). In the imp, it was very akin to both of those. On first application, it disappeared and then I got a whiff of some fabulous florals. Various strains of loveliness kept peeping out, only to retreat like shy children. This was very light all the way, though...and after morphing a few times, it just kinda turned into red musk. Not bad, but so not exciting. Eventually it becomes Red Moon 2007 Redux. Which I got rid of. I may or may not keep the imp, but definitely no bottle necessary. I'm disappointed; I thought I'd love this one.

This is very pretty. In the bottle I smell the champagne grape and apple mixing it up, and it is only after about an hour of application that it settles into sharing a bit o'rose. It disappears after a few hours and doesn't knock my socks off. But it is certainly pretty and fruit-floral peeps should like it a lot. An imp, thank goodness, is sufficient for my needs.

This is warm, sexy, glowing. It reminds me of a combination between old Red Moon and new Red Moon. I can only guess it's the amber? It has great throw and lasts a good long while. I am hoping I don't need a bottle of it. But I know I need more of it. It is drop dead sex in a bottle.

Subtle, creamy gorgeousness. I was afraid of the ozone, but I guess it's afraid of me, too, because it's hiding. As are the roses. Maybe it's my weird skin, but I get a sweet, flowery pear smell. Not a juicy pear, though. A pear treated very gently with amber. This is a rare, very unusual, exquisite scent. Its subtlety requires slathering and it doesn't last as long as I'd like it to. In fact, it completely disappeared and then came back in a lower dosage. But I have practically sucked my wrist up my nostril. It is that gorgeous and irresistible. *** Actually, it came back again even stronger...12 hours and I still want to ingest my wrist. This may be my favorite of the new scents--and it has a lot of competition.

Rarely has a BPAL scent smelled EXACTLY like its name, but the earthy Clod and Pebble does. Those who like the woodsy scents should be all over this. I have to wonder what made me order it...it's very unigender (if there is such a word). The cedar is the main note upon application but then it settles down and I get the occasional whiff of nutmeg. But mostly clod and pebble. Medium throw and longevity.

There is a grassy smell in this that reminds me of Beltane 05, which I loved (as opposed to Beltane 06, which was too green for me). The difference is Beltane 05 is sun on the green grass, and Her Voice is sun on the green grass that is filled with many, many, many flowers. It's not as creamy a floral as I usually like--it verged on the high ethereal end on application but mellowed quickly into a lovely, many-flowered scent. I am trying not to buy more bottles than I absolutely have to (the 2008 Lupercalia is KILLING me), but Her Voice may be a necessity.

When I bought an imp of Monsterbait: Underpants, I remember disliking it and trading it off. But you know how it is--people keep going on and on about Underpants being the greatest scent evah and you wonder if you were too precipitous in swapping it. So, when Love's Philosophy came around, I thought I needed to revisit these notes. And while they aren't scent twins, as soon as I put Love's Philosophy on, it evoked the scent memory of Underpants (what a sentence!). And I can breathe a sigh of relief, because LP has the same plasticky sweetness I remember from Underpants. It doesn't work for me at all. Lots of throw, though. And I have a sad feeling it's going to be a long-lasting scent, too. I may have to scrub it off.

My skin is so weird. I smell grapefruit! Alcoholic scents always go wonky on me, so I guess it's the sake. And it disappears quickly. Which is probably good, because it's astringent on me--I guess I'm immune to the spell of Amorous Love.

This smells like men's after shave on me. Mentholated. Weird.

On application, tangerine blast...but as time passes (and it passes quickly), the sharp edges blur into a jasmine sweetened citrus tea. It's what I would think of as orange blossom if I didn't know how Neroli smelled, and if I were getting married, I'd wear it at my wedding. It's a young, natural scent that evokes a beautiful, spunky bride. Compelling and completely new scent...can't think of anything similar and I love it. Definitely a bottle purchase. Oh, my poor bank account.

Oh. My. Goodness. Honey sweet morphs into sweet rain and then melon and then it recycles these heavenly wafts my way. The description of it as "Japanese version of O." Totally agree. I need a bottle. NOW.

On initial application, the florals were too high-pitched for me; I'm a floral girl and even I found the scent painful. On dry-down, there's the gentle honey sweetness of Al-Araaf on me, but with a tiny underlying bitter note. I don't think this is a bottle-worthy scent for me, but I'll try it one more time before deciding.

I feel very lucky to have this rare blend--but only because I love it! It's foodier than I would normally like--kind of a rich, warm and sweet chocolate ambery musk. It's just lovely. If it were available as a bottle, I'd definitely buy it. Maybe next year...

Light sweet grass merging with flower scent on the wind--on application. Perfect for spring, I thought to myself. But as an hour or so passed, I smelled that dead flower stench creeping softly and stealthily beneath. I usually identify this particular smell with the lab's Ylang-Ylang, which never works on me. It is just the slightest slightest bit of sourness...but I think it may prove to be too much.

Mad Kate is honeyed floral perfection. And she morphs, but what sweet madness. In the beginning, there's more honey, but the various flowers come out, amp for a bit (even the freesia!) and then make way for another note. The heady quality must create the madness. What dulcet insanity this is.

Earth and some nasty-edged floral are too center stage for me with Madeline. It's a shame, because there are some sweet flower notes trying to peek out, but they are overwhelmed by bitterness and acridity.

Queen's Salon reminds me of The Ecstasy of Infatuation: fruity-florally sparkly sweetness. It's a bit more perfume-y, which I could live without, but it's also more sophisticated and has a bit more throw. Queen's Salon plays the role of grown up, more confident sister to Infatuation's princessly enthusiasm.

Syrupy baby powder on me--with a milky musk edge. I hate it a lot. OTOH, it has major league throw and longlastingness...but while I have worn it for hours, it's time to wash it off and recover.

This has become my main scent for the summer. Normally, opium and I don't get along but when mixed with plummy rose, I guess we do. This is just slightly spicy on me--more sweet and delicious. It's definitely not cool, but not super-warm, either. I have gotten more compliments on Blood Countess than any other BPAL.

Normally, Beth's lavender scents do not work on me. But the magnolia note sweetens what is normally astringent...and I guess blue lavender is more mellow than the norm. All I know is I love this for summer--it's refreshing and cooling, a calm lake of repose. The perfect scent to wear if you're going to be in a pressurized situation.

I need a bottle of this! This is a sugared--but complex--fruity floral. I'm not sure just what fruit it is, but it's sweet and juicy and a bit dark and mysterious. And I've sniffed my wrist so much in the last hour that I have a scent headache. I often deliberate over a scent, especially if I'm considering a bottle. This is an immediate must-have.

Whoa baby! This is a power floral. In the imp, it seemed unprepossessing, but the minute it met skin, it heated up something fierce. Mostly I smell lily, but it makes even Cobra Lily seem like a shrinking violet...so to speak. The fig and apple ground and warm it a bit. With major throw and longevity for days, this may be too potent, even for me, a girl who likes her tea weak and her scents strong. But it's beautiful and even sexual (not always a floral attribute). I think it would be a great perfume to wear to a club if you wanted to radiate an aura of confidence and sexual availability.

To me, this smells just like it is supposed to--HiC fruit juice and fermented linens. I am actually a bit nauseated. To the swaps, to the swaps, to the swaps.

I bought Pruno and Privilege thinking I'd prolly like Pruno and prolly wouldn't like Privilege. The reverse seems to be true. Privilege is very green in the bottle and upon first application. Normally I don't like green. But the florals make this sweet and lovely and the green fades. The drydown completely rocks--it is a harmonious blend of soft florals that isn't completely empty after all. This has great throw and lasts a nice long time. Unlike Paris Hilton's chances of remaining famous forever, thank goodness.