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Blood Kiss

3 Reviews
4.67 out of 5

Blood Kiss

Blood Kiss

3 Reviews
4.67 out of 5

Lush, creamy vanilla and the honey of the sweetest kiss smeared with the vital throb of husky clove, swollen red cherries, but darkened with the vampiric sensuality of vetiver, soporific poppy and blood red wine, and a skin-light pulse of feral musk.

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Bewitching Brews

PERFUME OIL BLENDS
17.50 per 5ml bottle.
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.

3 reviews for Blood Kiss

  1. 4 out of 5

    (verified owner) – :

    Don’t be put off by the smell when this one is wet. Let it dry and I’m sure you’ll be happy with it.

    The honey is strong when this dries, but it’s kept from being too sweet by the cloves, musk and other heady scents.

  2. 5 out of 5

    (verified owner) – :

    purchase: imp
    in the bottle: amber liquid with heavy vetiver
    wet: vetiver, musk
    drydown: vanilla, clove, wine and all the rest mix into a alluring scent

    This is a fantastic scent that morphs into a spicy sensual pulse that stays very close and intimate to the skin. This is a scent to wear for those one wishes to come closer to catch the warm spice emanating from your skin. It is sexy, seductive and subtle.

  3. 5 out of 5

    (verified owner) – :

    I really dislike how this smells in the bottle – very strong, sharp woodsy/balsam notes. I think this is the vetiver. I almost regretted buying a whole bottle when I first opened it. After a few minutes on, the vetiver dries down a bit and the honey comes out strong. It quickly evolves into a more complex blend of lush juiciness, ever so slightly sweet, warm vanilla and honey, with a sinister spicy background. It’s incredibly sexy. I’m extremely glad I gambled on a whole bottle – I think this will become my favorite BPAL I own!

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