Follow Me Boy: A houdoun recipe dating back almost 150 years. This blend is favored by prostitutes, exotic dancers and others in the sex industry for its power to attract, seduce, and enthrall. Ensures financial gain and increased profits.
In the bottle: *gag* Chemicals and babyshit. I kid you not.
On me: Okay. Dude. Remember when you were in seventh grade or so? And you wanted to smell sophisticated? So you went down to Eckerds or Walgreens and bought cheap perfume?
This is that perfume. This is the scent of being thirteen and wanting to pass as a sexy teenager.
This... is Tabu.
Remember Tabu? It came in a violin-shaped bottle, so it wasn't just that it was Grown-Up Perfume, it was all sophisticated, because, y'know, violin.
Follow Me Boy, indeed. Follow me into the bathroom so we can both puke.
Some people get lemony/jasminey from this (see forum reviews). Me? Just babyshit (which some people also get) and chemical raunch. Anyone want to roll the dice? (
Another test from yesterday...
Mantis: Crushed herbs and sweet amber resin with a streak of patchouli, neroli and golden musk.
I had to try this one next, because
In the bottle: Green like whoa! Just flat-out piercing green, undifferentiated.
On me: It starts off as just that green. Fresh-mown grass to the nth degree. Which is... not that appealing. Fresh-mown grass is nice outside, but on my skin? Boring.
But it shifts as it dries. To sage. Mmmm, sage...
Now, I do not like patchouli. But after smelling this, I may have to revise my automatic "no" on any imps that contain patchouli. It normally overwhelms all other scents like a hippie tidal wave - but with Mantis, I'm not getting patchouli at all. And only a little bit of musk, actually; it and the light amber support the sage.
*sniff* *sniff* I am a goddess of the sagebrush. Like whoa.
Sorry,
I'll just edit my post-shower testing into this post, so I'm not drowning y'all in BPAL posts. Next up: Empyreal Mist and Old Scratch, per
EDIT:
Empyreal Mist: A hazy, soft, veiled scent: mist floating through twilit skies, curling gently towards the heavens.
In the bottle: Light and airy, yes. Lightly floral/chemical.
On me: Hm! Yep, light floral. Sorta sweet. Lilac? Maybe slightly fruity? This is hard to pin down.
*dwells on it, repeatedly sniffing* Apple? Pear? Light floral? This is verydelicate. It is a very pretty scent... I'm just not sure it's a me scent.
...definitely apple.
EDIT: This is yummy.
Old Scratch: Old Nick, the Devil himself, as seen through the eyes of Victorian New England. A jaunty, dapper scent, deceptively genteel: a lavender fougere with tonka, amber, rosewood and a whiff of diabolical patchouli.
In the bottle: Yep, that's rosewood all right. Patchouli, too, but mostly rosewood.
On me: Bitchslap of lavender! Hm, okay, something else coming through... something I can't quite place, so maybe it's tonka? It balances the lavender a bit, makes the scent more *solid*, if that makes sense. And now the rosewood's coming out.
This is not what I think of when I think of the devil.
*sniffs* Okay, yeah, this is mostly lavender, and I am not a lavender fiend. This goes to