skittisheclipse

I, uh. Smell like evil pancakes? Served in some incensey den of perdition. Unfortunately for Al-Azif, I don't particularly like the smell of maple syrup. Off it goes!

My sweetheart requested I acquire this one for him, because he thought it would be fun to have a bay rum. But I don't think I'll be missing it when I send it. It starts out vetivery and spicy, but stays pretty hollow on me. I'd probably like it more if I didn't know about Voodoo; this reminds me of Voodoo, but without the enchanting depth of the myrrh or the exciting twist of lime. I'm nervous because I can't really pick out the almond, though.

In the imp, I love smelling the white mint and seaweed in this, but on my skin I got a very plasticky impression, which doesn't really attract me. It takes some time for the ambergris to pleasantly fuzz up and the honey to start sweetening things, which is when the scent starts to get more pleasant for me. Two days later I can still smell a lingering fresh sweetness on my test wrist, though, which I do like. Unfortunately, the dry down prevents it from being a true love.