voodoocatwoman

I am not getting any of the ash/smoke that others are talking about. All I get is orange blossom. This scent reminds me of soap in hotels. Not bad, but I think I will need to be more sparing in my application. This is pretty heady stuff.

Incredible. It smells just like a bowl of freshly cut strawberries. It is the most genuine fruit scent I have ever sniffed. I don't need to wear it. I just want to shove the bottle far enough up my nose so that it doesn't fall out and go on with my day. I would look silly though and before long, my nostrils would no longer match, so I will put it in a scent locket and keep the fresh strawberries with me all day long. SO GOOD.

I just got knocked back into the early 60s. This smells just like the bubble gum that I used to buy for a penny. (was it called Bazooka? I think it was) It is the first few flavorful chews that I loved so very much before it lost its flavor and I tossed it in the trash so I could do it all over again. I also really get the carnation and after a short time, it takes on a root beer scent. Then it goes soapy and fades pretty quickly.

I dislike butter notes and this one is cherries swimming in butter. It turns rancid fairly quickly. Do not like.

Jasmine and honeysuckle tap dancing in my nose. Delightful and heady and two of my favorite flower scents of all time.

 

Soon a milk note appears. Yuck. Get away from my flowers. Go bother some cookies.

 

Later... horrid milk is gone. Left behind is a softer version of my beloved dynamic floral duo. I really like it. Definitely a ladylike dab just a little bit kind of scent and not a drown yourself in it scent. That way, I will get 'hey honey, we're Jasmine and Honeysuckle. Nice to meet you' instead of 'YO! JASMINE AND HONEYSUCKLE HERE LIVING LARGE. WHAT? QUIET DOWN, MY ASS.'

It says it has fizzy champagne grape. That does not even begin to describe the effervescence. This is more shaken up cola spewing out of the bottle than champagne on me. And it has staying power for hours and hours. It is cheery and fun. I rather like it.

Wet, it is the most wonderful cacophony of scent. It is the proverbial imp box in a bottle. If it stayed like this, I don't think I would ever wear any other perfume. EVER. But it morphs.

 

Sharp herbal. Not so unpleasant that I want to scrub my arm until it bleeds but this is definitely not what I signed up for. Fortunately, again it morphs.

 

Several hours later, it is soft and powdery, a little incense-ish. I do like it but I do not see it as something I would want to wear daily. Maybe for those days when I simply cannot make up my mind as to what to wear. Then it will be perfect. A little bit of everything.

I just dumped a jar of pickles over my head. Why'd I do that? I HATE pickles.

I was so looking forward to this blend because I am the biggest gardenia fan. Unfortunately, the only gardenia I get in this scent is buried beneath a pile of rotting garbage.

 

Ick.

Anise. Buttered Pumpkin.

 

Noxious.

This stuff is NOXIOUS. It smells like early 1960's plastic baby doll head.

This definitely smelled like a woods in autumn as the leaves fall and the air turns crisp. Unfortunately, it turned into something so incredibly heavy and overpowering that I had to wash it off because it was invading my nostrils and making it difficult to breathe.

I used to worry about that too, but if you got notification from paypal that your payment was successful, then the lab got your order. If you don't hear from them with a CnS in a few weeks, I would take Numanoid's advice and send them an email. The lab has excellent customer service and you'll get a response from them quickly.

 

*jellus of your large order*

This initially lovely chocolate scent quickly and completely morphed into ATTACK OF THE DREADED HAMSTER CAGE.

 

That is all.

This started out as wet dirt. Fortunately, it began to morph almost immediately and what I am left with is a sultry musk with a hint of sweet jasmine.

 

I like it muchly.

I love this scent. In the beginning, it is mostly musk and seaspray, but then it softens and I can smell patchouli with a tinge of sarsaparilla. I can see how some would think it masculine. There's a tiny bit of rum at the end of the sniff.

I have only one word for this scent:

 

Soap

Gorgeous! This is ripe sweet peach on me. Unfortunately, it vanishes in about 5 minutes.

This scorpion starts out pure herbs, slightly bitter. It quickly turns spicy. And the spice amps and amps and amps. Here comes MUSK!!!

 

It is a spicy musk and is powerful! While I have a handful of strong planets in Scorpio (Moon, Mars, Saturn), this one might be a tad too much for me.

Soft floral- nothing special. Into the sale bin you go.

This blend is pretty but not wonderful. Rose is a bit strong. I also get herbs. Since I am paring down and only keeping things that make me weak in the knees, this one heads to the sale bin.

Uh, no. This has a generic cleaner disguising itself in a floral scent kind of vibe. It's the first oil that has ever made me cough.

2005 version:

 

Boy do I get the hairspray. That is pretty powerful for a bit and then it takes on a more floral spicy demeanor. It's nice, but nothing to write home about. Off to the sales pile.

This one starts out green stems and ferns and then becomes floral. Unfortunately, when I sniff my wrist, I can TASTE the fragrance. Don't ask me why because I am clueless. But if I wanted to taste the stuff, I'd have swigged from the bottle instead of applying it daintily to my wrists.

 

So bye bye Virgo 2007.

I was tossed back to my childhood when I first applied this scent. I have to agree with mimosa in that it immediately brings to mind the fancy soaps in the drug store. I was very pleased with the nostalgia. The fragrance was light but clean and pleasant. Then it settled.

 

Something reared up out of that happiness and is slugging the hell out of my nose. I am sneezing like I need to get all of my sneezes for the rest of my natural life out and in the open RIGHT NOW. At the same time, whatever note it is that joined the Evil League of Evil is still pummeling away at my face. DAMN IT... it's in my mouth now. I can taste it now. It's got a very sharp edge lurking in the backgroundand if it gets any stronger, I may not have time to wash my arms to be free of it. I may just have to amputate.

 

I *think* that perhaps if it would just be polite and not fly up my nose, we might get along. However, since I am rapidly dehydrating from sneezing so much (not to mention the potential whiplash) and don't have a machete handy, I will head to the ladies' room and get this off NOWWWWWWW!!!!