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All the glory, warmth and majesty of the sun — darkened. A delicious blend of bitter almond, vanilla, frankincense and heliotrope, with a drop of cinnamon.
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
– September 15, 2021
Got this as a bonus imp in my order and it’s one of my favourites! Smells kind of like Dr.Pepper or cherry coke to me but settles into my skin in a pleasing way. Delicious!!
– June 7, 2021
In LOVE with this. I didn’t expect to really bond with this one but I MUST get a full bottle.
Almond is a very nostalgic scent to me so it’s probably personal/based on my positive childhood memories but I love love love this scent. The other reviews are super accurate; cherry almond to foodie/cinnamon/soft finish that makes you smell like something delicious.
10/10 absolutely getting more!
– November 23, 2020
Cherry almond sand amaretto in the vial, which becomes more of an almond + floral scent, almost a little bit like lilac when wet. As it dried the almond smell remained, the floral scent increased, the cherry disappeared, and there was an added powdery aspect at the end.
It was very pleasant. My partner liked it and probably would’ve doused an entire room with it if we’d been about to purchase it as a room spray. Lovely, though a little more mature for my tastes.
– May 3, 2020
Received this imp with an order I placed and had no idea what to expect. This scent is AMAZING. So soft, sweet and a little bit spicy. I can’t stop smelling myself lol.
– May 17, 2018
Strong cherry almond.
– July 27, 2017
This is a nice scent, though for me not outstanding. Wet in the bottle and on my skin it smells deliciously of sharp, cherry-like almond. Cinnamon amps on me, and sadly as this begins to dry the cinnamon comes out strong and hot. If I can get through that phase it mellows into more of a creamy, slightly floral scent, but on me the cinnamon lingers.
– April 26, 2017
A yummy foodie scent, but I do not think of an eclipse or any celestial event when I wear it, but I may still get a big bottle because men love it when women smell like we can cook!
– January 5, 2017
This scent is magical. It is one of my absolutely favorites.
The first scent is something candy-like and a little boozy. It kinda reminds me of walking into a candy store when they’re making fudge.
Upon it drying, it turns into something more floral, probably from the heliotrope.
Once it is fully dry and has been on my skin for a little bit, it turns back into something sweet, but this time something kinda pastry-like.
– September 24, 2016
My favorite of them all, though definitely I’m feeling edible when wearing it. It’s warm and autumnal. The almond stays forward on me.
– May 14, 2015
Smells like sweet cherry almond. Delicious
– September 11, 2014
In the imp: ALMOND. It’s strong, but I love almond notes. If I inhale really deeply, I get a bit of cinnamon, but I’m mainly just smelling almond.
Wet: Creamy almond and cinnamon. The almond is the dominant note. I am glad this only contains a drop of cinnamon, and that it doesn’t burn. The cinnamon seems to be becoming more prominent, and the creaminess isn’t actually part of the almond note at all. It’s the vanilla note complementing the almond. After a while, the frankincense starts to peek out. The almond note does register as a bitter almond to my nose now.
Dry: At first, it was bitter almond, frankincense, and cinnamon.
Later on, the vanilla has decided to announce its creamy presence again, and the cinnamon is the dominant note.
Verdict: I really like this, and I’m surprised that I didn’t try this one sooner. The combination of the almond, vanilla, and cinnamon give this an icing-on-a-spiced-cookie vibe, but the frankincense keeps it from being distinctly foody.
– April 24, 2014
I got Eclipse as an imp and all I get from it is almond boozy note like amaretto with a dash of cinnamon. I couldn’t find the Frankincense and heliotrope. It reminds me of something you would add to a rum cake before you cooked it.
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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 Pretty Era”, France’s Golden Time: an age of beauty, innovation and peace in France that lasted from the 19th Century through the first World War and gave birth to the cabaret, the cancan, and the cinema as well as the Impressionist and Art Nouveau movements. Sweet opium, Lily of the Valley, vanilla, mandarin and red sandalwood.
An effervescent blend of crystalline champagne notes and sweet strawberry.
‘Tis said that when
The hands of men
Tamed this primeval wood,
And hoary trees with groans of woe,
Like warriors by an unknown foe,
Were in their strength subdued,
The virgin Earth Gave instant birth
To springs that ne’er did flow
That in the sun Did rivulets run,
And all around rare flowers did blow
The wild rose pale Perfumed the gale
And the queenly lily adown the dale
(Whom the sun and the dew
And the winds did woo),
With the gourd and the grape luxuriant grew.
So when in tears
The love of years
Is wasted like the snow,
And the fine fibrils of its life
By the rude wrong of instant strife
Are broken at a blow
Within the heart
Do springs upstart
Of which it doth now know,
And strange, sweet dreams,
Like silent streams
That from new fountains overflow,
With the earlier tide
Of rivers glide
Deep in the heart whose hope has died —
Quenching the fires its ashes hide, —
Its ashes, whence will spring and grow
Sweet flowers, ere long,
The rare and radiant flowers of song!
A sunlit ancient forest, dotted with wild roses, grape vine, and queenly lilies, clothed in swirls of opium smoke.