To your side, you hear a man’s deep whisper, “Slowly I turned… inch by inch… step by step….” A scream interrupts him, and a roar of laughter pulses through the shadowed hall. Following the commotion, you move to the next stage. A bone-thin man moves across the stage, and sits upon an overstuffed, threadbare armchair. A battered violin is propped against the chair’s side. The audience starts to dissipate, and you realize that you must have just missed his performance. Relaxing, he reclines lazily, and as the light falls on his face, you come to realize that he is truly skeletal: a thin membrane of skin covers most of his body, but in many places, bone is completely exposed. He winks at you, and chuckles at your obvious discomfiture. The sweet smoke from his cigar touches your senses, and you hear the soft clink of the ice as he swirls the bourbon in his tumbler.
“Late for the show, are ya, friend? I’ll tell you a quick one, and then you’d best skedaddle. I have better things to do than sit here and be gawked at all night.” He takes a swig from his tumbler.
“A man goes to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist says, ‘I think you’re crazy.’ The man says, ‘I want a second opinion.’ The psychiatrist shrugs and says, ‘Alright, you’re ugly, too.’”
His attention is diverted by a scantily clad woman in the audience beside you, and he leers at her. “Hello, nurse!” he growls, and leans towards her lecherously. “How’s about you come back to my dressing room, and I show you my stamp collection?”
Bourbon, black tobacco tar, dry bone, bay rum aftershave, and sleazy cologne.
The Neverwhere Collection.
VetchVespers –
In the bottle, I get a sweet, boozy leather scent that is very nice. There’s a bit of a cologne feel and a tad bit of nutty warmth. Perhaps the massoia bark? This leans masculine to my nose, but I think could easily be worn by a woman.
On my skin I still get leather and the sweet cologne feel, but I also get some funkiness creeping in. I think I’m going to blame the wool as I’m not familiar with that note and don’t really have issue with anything else listed. It smells kind of… swampy… So I smell kind of like a sexy swashbuckler with nice leather boots covered in muck after he’s run around in the sewers, which I guess is pretty darn fitting!
An interesting scent, but doesn’t shine with my chemistry.
hlinspjalda –
In the vial: Sweetness with opium, bay rum, and something almost floral.
Wet: Oh golly, I could bury my face in this coat and huff it forever! MMMmmmm, bay rum!
Drydown: Oh yes, delicious bay rum but sweet (I guess the opium?), and I definitely get the impression of being wrapped in that coat. Nomnomnommmm.
This was wonderful throughout, from the spicy start to the soft musky vanilla-like finish. On my skin it’s truly fabulous, something like a sexy version of Port-au-Prince without the almond.