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You Get What Anybody Gets – You Get a Lifetime Perfume Oil
$32.00
You Get What Anybody Gets – You Get a Lifetime Perfume Oil
$32.00
An unimaginably ancient scent, older than time. The gentle, fluttering embrace of oblivion: myrrh and blackened champaca blossom, attar of oudh, black amber, Casmir wood, and dried fig.
Words by Neil Gaiman, art by David Mack.
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The first couple times I opened the bottle I was immediately struck by an odd animal smell that I found very off-putting. I suspect it’s the champaca. But that particular scent doesn’t linger very long when you wear it. The black amber begins to stand out more, which is what I find appealing… a very deep, warm fragrance. With this one, a little goes a long way.
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Something old and known that lingers with us all. We try to deny it. Try to shy away from it until it comes. Yet the meeting is comforting and sweet. A needed release that comes with an embracive smile.
Old and ancient woods waft into the foreground. It seems nearly primal and always present in a way. Like something we cannot remove ourselves from. Layered with this is an honored and sacred scent of myrrh and black amber that gives a sense of reverence. The cumulation is something sincere and beautiful in a way that we all need.
Wearing this scent is a potent and lasting fragrance. It holds a throw that is medium to long and gives a pleasant wafting for any that are nearby.
When it is first applied to the skin, it is somewhat jarring and surprising in a way; 40-60 minutes after the dry down, it takes on a sweeter and more subtly pleasant appeal. I will admit that at first I was not certain I would want to wear this fragrance often, yet after a weekend of wear I can confidently say: this scent is most definitely something I needed in my lifetime.
ReallyZeb –
Since this arrived I’ve been struggling to pick anything else to wear at all. It’s old and dusty and endless and burrows right into my soul. When I try to separate the notes I end up with tears in my eyes because it is so damn beautiful. It’s the most beautiful blend I have ever owned. I wore it to my father’s funeral and it gave me comfort.