Maenad Perfume Oil $5.75 – $23.00

Maenad Perfume Oil

$5.75 – $23.00

Orgiastic mayhem in the extreme: sweet strawberry and orange blossom distorted by carnation, black poppy and hibiscus.

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Diabolus

PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.

Reviews

  1. caitlin8811 –

    This is cloyingly sweet when I first put it on, but I like that about it. The strawberry is so dominant it’s like having someone snap their strawberry bubblegum right in your face. After it dries down and the florals start to warm up, this scent is unbeatable! It is complex and sweet and decadent to the max. A little will go a very long way!

  2. Sabrina –

    I was excited to get this and I’m enjoying it more and more as time goes on. It kind of smells like fresh nail polish out of the bottle, which I like the smell of because I’m weird. The strawberry note is the predominant note on my skin though. It has that twisted floral “it” factor after it dries that is pretty cool. My husband smells me from a mile away when I wear it and likes every sniff.

  3. kristydiez2 –

    When got this I was excited because I love fruity scents and was very happy with the strong strawberry pop straight out of the vial, as it dried though it changed into a what I thought of as a mango scent with the final dry down being the dusty, slightly musky florals that you can’t quite place. I’m a big fan of morphing scents so I was very pleased with this one.

  4. fluffydeathkitty –

    Sweet but complex. I’m not usually a fan of fruity scents but this is a true masterpiece. I would prefer the strawberry to be more subtle.

  5. Velvet Lilly –

    This is NOT your Bon Temps Maenad, to be sure! This is sweet, surprising fruit taken on a mysterious sharp left with the poppy and hibiscus.
    I am not a foodie scent wearer or much of a fruit wearer, but this blend is special and are more than the sum of its notes……Trust.

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