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Salt air, ocean mist, aged patchouli, sarsaparilla, watered-down rum, leather-tinged musk, and a spray of gunpowder.
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
– January 8, 2018
Less patchouli and seaside, more retirement home and Irish spring for me.
I’m a huge fan of BPAL and have well over a dozen of their scents. The grandma soap smell died down a bit with dry down, but not much. I could smell more musk and gunpowder after ten minutes, but my family still complained of the broadcast of soap. Funky batch, maybe?
– September 16, 2017
This is one of my first full bottles, and my first review. I *love* this scent. I bought a sample after reading the description and was initially put off by the smell coming straight from the imp. My first impression is almost a cloying coffee, like the “International Coffee” you can buy in a tin. Ugh. BUT after applying to my skin, this thing BLOSSOMS into its really lovely salty, filthy, sweet-but-not-too-sweet personality. I don’t smell all of the notes in the description, and I’m not even quite sure what I *do* smell, but that kind of makes it better? There’s definitely the salt and rum, but I’m not sure of the rest. Maybe it’s the sarsaparilla that produces the cloying sweetness I get from the bottle that eventually mellows out so nicely. Regardless, this one snuck up on me and I only realized I needed it after the imp was depleted.
– November 8, 2014
Mary Read is one of my favorite women in history, so needless to say I was ecstatic to see a perfume inspired by her. It is everything I could have hoped for, delicate but musty and pleasant. I couldn’t be happier with it and will definitely be ordering it again and again so long as it’s on the site.
– October 7, 2014
The patchouli and “ocean mist” are very strong when this one is wet. As it dries it does get a little warm, due to the musk no doubt. I enjoy it, but I’m not sure it’s really for me. Think sea side, but a little powdery.
– January 29, 2014
Mary Read is my absolute favourite perfume since I received my first bottle yesterday (28/1/14)I am delighted with it. I chose this perfume because I thought it sounded romantic – I just hope the man of my dreams finds it desirable and extremely sexy, BPAL perfume oils sty on your skin all day and a huge treat to wear. I liken them to extensions of my clothing – part of my wardrobe and the whole adventure of getting dressed. Wearing perfume and clothing should be an adventure and not just something with which to cover yourself.
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One can even set up quite ridiculous cases. A cat is penned up in a steel chamber, along with the following diabolical device (which must be secured against direct interference by the cat): in a Geiger counter there is a tiny bit of radioactive substance, so small that perhaps in the course of one hour one of the atoms decays, but also, with equal probability, perhaps none; if it happens, the counter tube discharges and through a relay releases a hammer which shatters a small flask of hydrocyanic acid. If one has left this entire system to itself for an hour, one would say that the cat still lives if meanwhile no atom has decayed. The first atomic decay would have poisoned it. The Psi function for the entire system would express this by having in it the living and the dead cat (pardon the expression) mixed or smeared out in equal parts. It is typical of these cases that an indeterminacy originally restricted to the atomic domain becomes transformed into macroscopic indeterminacy, which can then be resolved by direct observation. That prevents us from so naively accepting as valid a “blurred model” for representing reality. In itself it would not embody anything unclear or contradictory. There is a difference between a shaky or out-of-focus photograph and a snapshot of clouds and fog banks.
A paradoxical scent experiment! – tangerine, sugared lime, pink grapefruit, oakmoss, lavender, zdravetz, and chocolate peppermint.
No cats were mistreated during the formulation of this paradox, or in the process of creating this perfume.
In 1897, a new form of entertainment was presented to the people of Montmartre, Paris: the Théâtre du Grand Guignol. During the course of an evening at the theatre, one would watch several small plays, ranging from crime dramas to sexual farces, a violent, throat-ripping, eye-gouging, acid-tossing good time, which always included shock topics such as infanticide, necrophilia, insanity, murder, paranoia, vengeance and death by common household object. Our Grand Guignol perfume is a shot of sweet apricot brandy; just enough to settle your nerves after a ghoulish, gory brush with the macabre.
I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.
My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be supprest.
Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink, be high or low.
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die and so forget what love ere meant.
Inspired by the tragic, ill-fated love of Queen Elizabeth I and the Earl of Leicester. This is our modernization of a 17th-century perfume blend favored by British aristocracy: rosemary, orange flower, grape spirit, five rose variants, lemon peel, and mint.
The Dark Side of Earth: deep, brooding forest scents, including juniper and patchouli. The scent of upturned cemetery loam mingling with floral offerings to the dead.