Spun sugar, frankincense, white rose, mallow root, red currant, and vanilla mint.
A Pantomime of Deviltry and Debauch in Seven Acts
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
– October 7, 2018
This scent is absolutely lovely – warm, soft, sweet, and sensual all at once. The vanilla, mint, and rose take turns hitting you in waves and then blending into something that transcends all three. If rose-colored silk was a perfume, this would be it.
– August 1, 2017
In the bottle: light mint and sugar with a touch of candy cane.
Applied/first hour: It is very similar to De Vos Unicorn, but with a touch of mint. Alisz is light sugar, mint, and rose. I smell a tiny bit of smokiness, maybe the frankincense. It’s very beautiful.
A couple of hours later: The mint has disappeared and now it’s a light pink floral sugar, very similar to Pink Moon ’17.
This is a very beautiful, light, pink scent and a keeper.
I paired it with Razors in a Doll House hair gloss.
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A perfume sacred to the highest of the angelic hosts: calla lily, wisteria, white sandalwood, Damascus rose and frankincense.
An infusion of incalculable power and irresistible temptation. Truly an exercise in megalomania and self-gratification: frankincense and cinnamon, darkened by violet.
My well-beloved was stripped. Knowing my whim,
She wore her tinkling gems, but naught besides:
And showed such pride as, while her luck betides,
A sultan’s favored slave may show to him.
When it lets off its lively, crackling sound,
This blazing blend of metal crossed with stone
Gives me an ecstasy I’ve only known
Where league of sound and lustre can be found.
She let herself be loved: then, drowsy-eyed,
Smiled down from her high couch in languid ease.
My love was deep and gentle as the seas
And rose to her as to a cliff the tide.
My own approval of each dreamy pose,
Like a tamed tiger, cunningly she sighted:
And candour, with lubricity united,
Gave piquancy to every one she chose.
Her limbs and hips, burnished with changing lustres
Before my eyes, clairvoyant and serene,
Swanned themselves, undulating in their sheen;
Her breasts and belly, of my vine the clusters,
Like evil angels rose, my fancy twitting,
To kill the peace which over me she’d thrown,
And to disturb her from the crystal throne
Where, calm and solitary, she was sitting.
So swerved her pelvis that, in one design,
Antiope’s white rump it seemed to graft
To a boy’s torso, merging fore and aft.
The talc on her brown tan seemed half-divine.
The lamp resigned its dying flame. Within,
The hearth alone lit up the darkened air,
And every time it sighed a crimson flare
It drowned in blood that amber-coloured skin.
Skin musk and honey, blood-red rose, orange blossom, white peach, red apple, frankincense and myrrh.
Frankincense, myrrh, leather, ti leaf, saint wood, benzoin, and labdanum absolute.