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Beauty, The Aggrieved

1 Reviews
4.00 out of 5

$26

Beauty

Beauty, The Aggrieved

1 Reviews
4.00 out of 5

$26

A white rose draped by a delicate, pale, sheer veil of vanilla, the depth and darkness of her black lace embodied by tobacco absolute, Indonesian patchouli, Bulgarian oakmoss, frankincense, white sandalwood, and myrrh.

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++PRETTY DEADLY
Perfume oil blends, $26.00 per 5ml bottle.
Presented in an amber apothecary glass vial.
Because of the nature of this project, imps are unavailable.
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PRETTY DEADLY is a mythic western, a tale of retribution and redemption, that begins at the gallows and ends in Death’s domain.  It is a story told by a dead rabbit to a butterfly, that you are invited to quietly overhear.

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Kelly Sue DeConnick and Emma Rios KELLY SUE DECONNICK (Avengers Assemble, Captain Marvel) & EMMA RÍOS (Dr. Strange, Osborn) reunite to bring you an all-new ongoing series that marries the magical realism of Sandman with the western brutality of Preacher. Death’s daughter rides the wind on a horse made of smoke and her face bears the skull marks of her father. Her tale of retribution is as beautifully lush as it is unflinchingly savage.

1 review for Beauty, The Aggrieved

  1. 4 out of 5

    (verified owner) – :

    My impressions of Beauty: Main note is a bright, rose with the slight lemony quality of white roses. Main middle note is the tobacco which is a dried and “dry” type tobacco. Not smoky, chewy, or sticky at all. More like the smell of an unsmoked cigar. Tobacco (especially cigar) can be overwhelming to me FAST, but this stays subtle and adds a complex sort of bitter hay-like note. Bottom is VERY resinous with the Frankincense and Myrrh as star players. I don’t detect the vanilla until toward the very end of dry down, but it probably helps round out and soften some of the sharper notes. Oakmoss is also extremely subtle. If I didn’t know Oakmoss was in here, I probably wouldn’t even notice it. In this case, it deepens the blend just a bit and adds what I’d call “a bit of fresh air”. I can’t find the patchouli in here, unless its part of what makes the rose a bit tart. Sandalwood is the same. I think its part of that resinous bottom, but it doesn’t stand out like the Frank & Myrrh. As it dries, the rose fades and the resins take over. Oakmoss and sandalwood make a stronger showing, but still subtle. I would call this a “grown-up” floral. Probably a little too seductive for a corporate office type job, but I could see this as a good blend for a sales type job or for dates within an established relationship. Its sexy, but not really flirty or playful. All in all quite beautiful, but serious.

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