A strangely romantic, disturbingly erotic perfume.
– October 21, 2018
This one smells like a heavily spiced pumpkin pie in the bottle, which is fantastic. Wet on the skin it smells more musky and spicy than pumpkin-y. Dried on the skin the pumpkin is barely noticeable, but I’m not mad about it. It still smells like the perfect blend of musk and spice. I love this one so much I just bought another two bottles.
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“I have a brother. They say, you put us together, we are like one person, you know? When we are young, his hair, it is very blond, very light, his eyes are blue, and people say, he is the good one. And my hair it is very dark, darker than yours even, and people say I am the rogue, you know? I am the bad one. And now time passes, and my hair is gray. His hair, too, I think, is gray. And you look at us, you would not know who was light, who was dark.”
“Were you close?” asked Shadow.
“Close?” asked Czernobog. “No. How could we be? We cared about such different things.”
You would not know who was light, who was dark: iron and amber, gold-limned white musk and ink-gloomed dark musk.
The essence of innocence shattered: glittering Egyptian amber and heliotrope, infused with the sweetness of strawberry and vanilla – dragged into debauch by lusty red musk and a dribble of black cherry.
Lilith and Mo casting spells together last winter! They solemnly swear that they’re up to no good: pumpkin cream soda, fried ice cream, and popcorn.
A sinful, licentious scent: self-indulgent and luxurious. Mingled heady civet and red Egyptian musk, thickened with opium.