Dark Alice

Out walking in the frozen swamp one grey day I paused and said, I will turn back from here. No, I will go on fartherand we shall see. The hard snow held me, save where now and then One foot went down. The view was all in lines Straight up and down of tall slim trees Too much alike to mark or name a place by So as to say for certain I was here Or somewhere else: I was just far from home. A small bird flew before me. He was careful To put a tree between us when he lighted, And say no word to tell me who he was Who was so foolish as to think what he thought. He thought that I was after him for a feather The white one in his tail; like one who takes Everything said as personal to himself. One flight out sideways would have undeceived him. And then there was a pile of wood for which I forgot him and let his little fear Carry him off the way I might have gone, Without so much as wishing him good-night. He went behind it to make his last stand. It was a cord of maple, cut and split And piledand measured, four by four by eight. And not another like it could I see. No runner tracks in this years snow looped near it. And it was older sure than this years cutting, Or even last years or the years before. The wood was grey and the bark warping off it And the pile somewhat sunken. Clematis Had wound strings round and round it like a bundle. What held it though on one side was a tree Still growing, and on one a stake and prop, These latter about to fall. I thought that only Someone who lived in turning to fresh tasks Could so forget his handiwork on which He spent himself, the labour of his axe, And leave it there far from a useful fireplace To warm the frozen swamp as best it could With the slow smokeless burning of decay. - Robert Frost Bald cypress and Spanish moss, spatterdock and sundew. This is a beautiful woody, aquatic. It's a touch too strong for me. But on the right man it would be amazing!

ZZ's review is correct. This is like Torture queen and Quincy Morris had a love child and this is the result. Very cologney with leather. Pass.

This by far is the most foul scent I have ever had the displeasure of smelling. It smells of stale, cold lemon tea with sugar. The antique lace note is nauseating. I am so sad b/c I thought this would be wonderful!

The Jersey Devil is normally all patchouli with sour berries on me. Something about this frostbitten note makes it soft, chilly with a hint of pine and berry. DAMN IT...I need a bottle!

Phantasmal patterns warp and weave through panes of leaded glass. Pale shafts of frail sunbeams push through, creating a sickly dance of violet, smoke-grey, blood-red, and blackened plum light on the oaken walls. Wet: This stuff smells eerie and creepy. There is a soft rose here. But it's not red, it's not white...it's just a soft, decrepit rose. As it dries violet and something grey (maybe a light grey musk) comes out. This is one of those scents that doesn't need notes...it evokes an image of looking through a gorgeous stained glass window in a dusty parlor room. (There is definitely no dust in it though) I wish I could describe this better but I do know that I love it and will be keeping my bottle

Musky honey in a mild mint/snow note. Meh. The honey goes to teenage boy funk on me as usual with mintiness. Basically, minty teenage boy sweaty drawers. Not a fan.

Red bandaids and incense. Such a damn shame b/c all of these notes should have worked on me.

True to form: Black currant, fried dough, g powdered sugar from wet to dry. I want to eat this so much. I am going to have to let this decant go..and go get the real thing.

A scent for my bed-headed September 2nd Virgos: lavender for Lilith and amber for Brian. Wet: The lavender that Lilith Loves so much is prominent and I love it too. Dry: Lavender and commercial amber. I don't know if I like this one as much as I like the serpentine. Still on the fence about selling it. *sigh*

Slightly chilled snake oil. This is how I wanted snake oil to smell on me. And the regular stuff turns to play dough on my skin. This does not. So glad I have a bottle!

The chilliness of Snow White with cool amber with a tinge of blood. I LOVE IT!!!

Star Light. This smells like crystalline starlight with fur. It is beautiful. I don't know if i Need a bottle or not....dang it.

Generic woody man cologne. No leather. Just bland woody cologne. *sigh*

Light amber. No lemon, just light amber. It smells like a imagine a fresh golden ring would smell. Eh. I was hoping for something more, but I am glad this doesn't work on me.

Wet: This smells like 51 on crack! bright, green viscous glorious green things. (things) that's the color I get from this. Afterwards...it is soothing, cooling eucalyptus. So pleasant and calming. I need this right now. I see a bottle or two in my future.

This is Lucille's cousin without the fluttering of wings as described above. I need a bottle of this. It is that gorgeous and light and Victorian. Sweet hints of red wine which my skin freaking eats, with plum velvet, and glorious oudh. LOVE!

This is sweet Georgia peaches swirling in Bourbon sitting on a mahogany table with lit cigar. It's just lovely. But my decant is all I will need.

Wet: This smells like pure vanilla extract with a hint of cotton musk. Dry: Snake oil and cotton musk. It's lovely. But not for me.

Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief oh, no! it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well.

 Opaque grey amber and opoponax swelling up like thick smoke, pressed under the weight of baleful tobacco. The grey amber, opoponax and smoke blend really well. The tobacco gets strong for a minute and then it backs off and you are left with this mildly sweet tobacco and grey amber scent. This will age well and is extremely well blended. I love it!

Light airy amber and ambergis with a dash of lavender. It really is a nice, light scent.

Sweet, snowy mint with a splash of vanilla. Dry: More mint but then it becomes fake mint like Orbit's gum and vanilla. The Vanilla note is fantastic..the mint...not so much.

Polished mahogany blanketed by myrrh. This is smooth mahogany with silky myrrh. So good. So glad I bought this from the lab. It's just lovely. This will age well.

Dear Santa: My wishlist is in Dire need of an update so here goes: Bpal-I would love to try in any form: Frostbitten: Snake oil or Dorian, All of the Magi scents, 61 Lambs Street roomspray, Slade Atmos, Apple Ice Wine atmos, Black amber and Frankincense atmos, Frankincense and myrrh atmos, and Frozen Cranberries atmos, sugar plum atmos, a wild and naughty perfume, A hailstrom of needles, Hearth 2017, Lajos, Air and Ether, the Fox Sisters, writing on the slate, Cannis major and Cassiopea. Soap: Paintbox soapworks scrub: Winter Stories, Bar Winter Stories, Scrub: White snow, bright snow. Will update more shortly

Compassion, eloquence, introspection: Chinese musk and rain, with salty oceanic notes, frankincense, juniper berry, lily of the valley, lavender, cinquefoil, and sweet pea. Water phoenix, of all the elemental blends is the most beautiful. It smells like the color of blue and green water....with just a hint of fruitiness. I think it's the juniper berry. The rain smells divine, but the lavendar keeps this from morphing too much into a soapy smell. I love it....and I am so glad that I have a bottle.

I smell like fancy, non-burning cinnamon clove. In short, I smell like potpourri. What makes this worse is that I spilled half a bottle. So now I have a half a bottle to get rid of and I smell like potpourri.