A Pantomime of Deviltry and Debauch in Seven Acts
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
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Melisande, the Puppet Mistress Perfume Oil
$32.00
Melisande, the Puppet Mistress Perfume Oil
$32.00
Behind the diminutive stage, the puppet mistress stands, a pale and grinning Professor, the Lady of Chaos. Her hands are tangled in web-like strings; a swazzle peeks through her violet lips. Behind her, you see a wavering image, with all the vague haziness of a mirage: a leaping coyote, a flame-haired and scarred Norseman, a glittering golden spider, a laughing monkey, a leering satyr, a shadowy flutist, and an African youth dressed in black and red.
Jasmine sambac, dark musk, violet water, vanilla bean and mimosa.
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This is fantastic. I have been wallowing in it for the past few days and enjoying myself thoroughly. If you aren’t familiar with mimosa, it’s a soft, creamy, candyish floral which I adore.
In this, it blends with the jasmine to make a lovely, sweet, floral with a bit of edge to it. There’s a definite smokiness to the scent, I’m guessing from the musk. This dies back after a while though and I’m left with the well blended florals. The violet’s in there, but it doesn’t go powdery on me (which it sometimes does)and in the last stages of dry down I get the vanilla bean, but it’s faint. It’s more like a lady wearing intoxicating perfume is sitting near you while eating a bowl of ice cream than a vanilla perfume..
Overall, I would say this is a jasmine floral, but a dark, complex one with a sinister edge. An evil beauty in plum colored taffeta. Mmmmmmm….