The Other Miss Forcible Perfume Oil $32.00
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The Other Miss Forcible Perfume Oil

$32.00

…a distorted version of Miss Forcible’s “real” perfume: sticky sweet, cobwebby, and grotesque.

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The Coraline Collection.

This series is based on the characters, locations, and ideas found within the pages of Neil Gaiman’s novel, ‘Coraline’.

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This is a charitable, not-for-profit venture: proceeds from every single bottle go to the National Coalition Against Censorship, which works to preserve and protect the First Amendment rights of the comics community.

Artwork on this page by Vera Brosgol!

PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary glass vial.
Because of the nature of this project, imps are not available for any Coraline scents.

Reviews

  1. lookingglass –

    I LOVE this scent! I smell more musk here than in the former Miss Forcible, perhaps black: slightly masculine, light, yet with a scalpy creaminess. While it could be considered more sweet, as musks can be, and does have a burnt sugar quality, it’s less foody; the cookie/buttery note is less prominent, and the dustiness reads like incense. The play of soft, sweet, and dark, combines into a very wearable oriental. Even fresh on the skin, it smells like a lingering favorite scent on a scarf or sweater. It’s familiar, and fits into my BPAL wardrobe comfortably. It has amazing sillage and longevity!

  2. Hellokoi –

    I love Miss Forcible and I love The Other even more. Smells like creme brulee, maple custard, powdery black musk, sweet myrrh smoke and hints of dusting powder and snickerdoodles cookies. I don’t know what’s in this, but it’s like a dark and dirty gourmand heaven on my skin.

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