Mad Tea Party
The Dodgson Collection.
Scents inspired by the madness of Alice’s sojourns to Wonderland.
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary glass vial.
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Tweedledee Perfume Oil
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Tweedledum and Tweedledee
Agreed to have a battle!
For Tweedledum said Tweedledee
Had spoiled his nice new rattle.
Just then flew down a monstrous crow,
As black as a tar-barrel!
Which frightened both the heroes so,
They quite forgot their quarrel.’
Ridiculous! Kumquat, white pepper, white tea and orange blossom.
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jennilauren444 –
I am so pleased to receive an imp of this Because I never would have assumed these scents together to be so enchanting ! I am not usually drawn to sweet, more earthy. But this is a mixture of madness and decadence all in one. Thank you black Phoenix! This is my personality scent hands down ~ ❤️
alisonmcewin –
I usually cannot stand pepper in a perfume but this one is so good. It smells a lot like froot loops with a soft pepper note keeping it from being too sweet.
ranepage11 –
If you took a bunch of candy, be soaked it in water, them imagine the smell of that syrupy sweetness. Candy water!! That’s what I think of. Sweet, juicy, fruity, tart. Fades into a light single fruit note smell.
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Smells like gummybears. Definately gummybears. This scent is extremely fruity and smells like a lot of orange.
Hellokoi –
A creamy, juicy, bright orange scent that’s pretty much pure orange blossom on me, but it has a pretty, juicy feel to it as well. Like orange blossoms floating in orange juice. Simple and cheerful.
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Definitely orange. Definitely fruity. The peppercorn is very subtle, but it does help to round this one out. Still very orange, though.