Bewitching Brews
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
Lurid Perfume Oil
$5.25 – $21.00
Lurid Perfume Oil
$5.25 – $21.00
Shocking, horrific, fierce, savage, sensationalized, luminous and hazy: black currant, Bulgarian lavender and white musk with a dollop of thick resin and a voltaic charge of ozone notes.
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I don’t know what it is, but I was wondering why this scent combined with my clean laundry brought me back to Germany as a child. The connection was made when my friend told me it reminded her of a grandma – my oma! Not to say she’s not a formidable woman or that this isn’t a formidable scent, but it seems not quite what the word lurid brings to mind. Definitely a clean but not too clean soft scent that also has a bit of hidden strength behind it. While scents do change with batches and with age, needless to say I love it and will be purchasing a full bottle of it in the immediate future.
littlejackal –
Sweet, spicy, and almost kind of…. salty? It reminds me of fruit that’s been sitting in the sun mixed with warm spices. The ozone and lavender lighten up the scent so that it’s not overwhelmingly heady. Not really my style, but certainly an interesting fragrance.
Lauren –
I’m not even sure where to start with that description, so I’ll just say it’s a nice fruity musk. The currants are the topmost note and what dominates in the beginning, but the musk is really what stays behind.
It’s actually a really clean scent (probably the lavender), which I think a lot of people would like. Unfortunately the ozone lasts the whole way through, and that note just never plays out quite right on me, personally.
lookingglass –
From Dracula by Bram Stoker(1897):
“But the Count! Never did I imagine such wrath and fury, even in the demons of the pit. His eyes were positively blazing. The red light in them was lurid, as if the flames of hell-fire blazed behind them. His face was deathly pale, and the lines of it were hard like drawn wires; the thick eyebrows that met over the nose now seemed like a heaving bar of white-hot metal. With a fierce sweep of his arm, he hurled the woman from him, and then motioned to the others…” (pg. 36).
The hell-fire of currents and smoke, the white-hot combination of musk and ozone…the fierce power and sexual magnitude…this is the perfect scent description. Thank you, Beth. I think you did your homework!
janel –
Right out of the imp I was indeed shocked, almost horrified, but not quite in a good way, it put me off at first and I actually was reluctant to apply it and actually try it on, it just smells very very strong and fierce right fresh, as soon as I actually gave it a go and rubbed in on my wrists really well the fierce dulled down a LOT! And it morphed into this absolutely heady wonderful clean lavender with just the right amount of musk, I fell so head over heels in love with it i only tried it today and already half the imp is gone, ive been re applying it all day haha! Ill be definitely buying a full size, this reminds me of a lazy but sensual warm summer night somehow.