Stabnation.
Today is a day of the cranky and not good variety. Moving on.
BPALs 'o the day:
For some reason, I thought I'd remembered this as having jasmine. I don't know why. Perhaps the sweet florals and tea all combine to form a reasonable facsimile of jasmine, the scent of which I love, but for the life of me, can rarely wear on my skin. Mostly, I smell the rose and gardenia, sweetened with an almost honey-like amber. It's beautiful-- a peachy-pink scent, nectar-y without being cloying or overwhelming. I almost smell a jucy summer note like pear or melon, or some other white fruit, even no note like that is listed. At any rate, this one is brilliantly-balanced and quietly joyful. It creates a cloud of beauty and calm. Recommended.
Cognac and honey. It's a lot boozier than I remember the first time I tried it. This would be a rich amber color, not as dark or thick as I'd expected. I get a little bit of patchouli and musk and almost a nuttiness, but they're somewhat subdued. I think I like the top notes of this blend the best-- the blended scent it gives off when your nose isn't pressed to your wrist. There's a note here that very much reminds me of Smut, which I liked, but was a little boozy and not really for daytime wear. You could probably get away with this one at work, but it's likely not for me.
Anyway, I'll get back to actual substance soon enough. Lately, I've been doing a lot of private writing-- processing, working on my headspace. Things are confusing, challenging, and occasionally disheartening right now. I feel like I'm doing a balancing act, and I'm so worried about falling that I'm having a hard time concentrating on the rope ahead. Don't worry, it's nothing dire-- just a combination of cold weather and difficult relationships. I'll weather it, but right now, things seem a little darker than I'd like them to be.
BPALs 'o the day:
Iambe:: Daughter of Pan and Echo and dear friend to Demeter. When Demeter was mourning the abduction of her daughter, Iambe was the only creature in heaven and earth that was able to lend cheer and laughter to the grieving mother. Her scent is one of comfort, beauty and joy: Sudanese amber, patchouli, rose, gardenia, gladiola and white tea.
For some reason, I thought I'd remembered this as having jasmine. I don't know why. Perhaps the sweet florals and tea all combine to form a reasonable facsimile of jasmine, the scent of which I love, but for the life of me, can rarely wear on my skin. Mostly, I smell the rose and gardenia, sweetened with an almost honey-like amber. It's beautiful-- a peachy-pink scent, nectar-y without being cloying or overwhelming. I almost smell a jucy summer note like pear or melon, or some other white fruit, even no note like that is listed. At any rate, this one is brilliantly-balanced and quietly joyful. It creates a cloud of beauty and calm. Recommended.
Sed Non Satiata:: A pounding heartbeat coalesced into scent: demonic passion and brutal sexuality manifested through myrrh, red patchouli, cognac, honey, and tuberose and geranium in a breathy, panting veil over the darkest body musk.
Cognac and honey. It's a lot boozier than I remember the first time I tried it. This would be a rich amber color, not as dark or thick as I'd expected. I get a little bit of patchouli and musk and almost a nuttiness, but they're somewhat subdued. I think I like the top notes of this blend the best-- the blended scent it gives off when your nose isn't pressed to your wrist. There's a note here that very much reminds me of Smut, which I liked, but was a little boozy and not really for daytime wear. You could probably get away with this one at work, but it's likely not for me.
Anyway, I'll get back to actual substance soon enough. Lately, I've been doing a lot of private writing-- processing, working on my headspace. Things are confusing, challenging, and occasionally disheartening right now. I feel like I'm doing a balancing act, and I'm so worried about falling that I'm having a hard time concentrating on the rope ahead. Don't worry, it's nothing dire-- just a combination of cold weather and difficult relationships. I'll weather it, but right now, things seem a little darker than I'd like them to be.