A lifeless love song: stargazer lily, bone dust, tomb mosses, buttonweed, moonflower, and honey myrtle.

Dry, floral and with an undercurrent of lemons. It’s light and fresh and I could probably wear this fairly often without getting sick of it. I had worried that there would be too much lily (and I have a thing about lilies) but this is ok – it’s barely there.

Snake Oil blended with Dorian, plus soft vanilla flower, lily of the valley, lavender, and fennel.

I <3 Dorian. Lots and lots. Although sometimes I wonder if it is not a bit too manly. And then I promptly think "stuff it" and wear it anyway. At some point, I should review that one. Lilith Victoria, however, has the good bits of Dorian plus the added quality of being a bit girly smelling. It's soft and dark and interesting and warm. It is awwwwesome and a bit like hot rootbeer.

An expression of love, adoration, and desire, of beauty that transcends mortal desire and piques the interest of hell itself: attar of rose, calla lily, palmarosa, peach blossom, wisteria, rice flower, and black musk.

This is ok. It’s very rose-y and sweet and floaty. It’s the random imp I pulled out of my imp box to keep on my desk at work so I’ve been using it every so often but it’s not one of the ones that would grab me and go “WEAR ME”.

But it’s y’know. Tolerable.

Nepalese amber, vanilla infused amber, golden musk, sandalwood, golden lily, sunflower, and honey myrtle.

I loooooove this scent. It’s warm and golden and round and lazy like summer should be. With major emphasis on the warm and golden. Though the colour it smells like should come as no surprse considering the notes that are in it.

It’s like…an evening’s sunlight in a bottle.

Like a puffed and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads.

Rosewood and chamomile with bergamot, violet, red sandalwood, primrose and Arabian musk.

I get mostly roses from this. And possibly a tiny bit of chamomile, but mostly roses for some reason.

Not a fan of roses.

‘Would you tell me,†said Alice, a little timidly, ‘why you are painting those roses?â€

Five and Seven said nothing, but looked at Two. Two began in a low voice, ‘Why the fact is, you see, Miss, this here ought to have been a red rose-tree, and we put a white one in by mistake; and if the Queen was to find it out, we should all have our heads cut off, you know. So you see, Miss, weâ€re doing our best, afore she comes, to—â€

A huge bouquet of squished rose petals: Bulgarian rose, Somalian rose, Turkish rose, Damascus rose, red and white rose, tea rose, wine rose, shrub roses, rose, rose, rose…
…and just an itty bitty bit of green grass.

Turkish delight. And maybe some roses. But a lot of Turkish delight really. Not for me.