Baghdad: Amber, saffron and bergamot with mandarin, nutmeg, Bulgar rose, musk and sandalwood.
In bottle: Spicy! Must be the saffron and nutmeg.
On me: Yep, musk and spice. Heavy on the musk at first, with spices then emerging. It says there's rose in this, but I'm not getting any at all. Which is a good thing! *sniff* Yep, it's gone to spice with the undertone of amber/musk.
Bengal: A sultry and unruly blend that emulates the ambient scent of the markets in ancient Bengal: skin musk with honey, peppers, clove, cinnamon bark and ginger.
In bottle: Honey and cinnamon!
On me: Okay, again, OMGspice! It looks from these and from Saturday night's impapalooza that anything with spices in it will be lusciously spicy on me. Gods, yes. Clove and ginger. And that honey and cinnamon.
Contrast between two spicy fragrances! Baghdad goes over to amber/musk, flattening a bit, as compared to Bengal's complex spices.
Oh no! There's the rose in Baghdad. *is dismayed* *sigh* Ah well.
I keep inhaling Bengal. Mmmm. I am delicious.
...and then the rose fades, and the spices come back. Confusing Baghdad!
Velvet: Envelop yourself in the soft, sensual embrace of gentle sandalwood warmed by cocoa vanilla and a veil of deep myrrh.
In bottle: Cocoa!
On me: More of the "I'm delicious!" More cocoa-y than vanilla-y. The woody base to a foody scent is interesting.
...and then it dries down to artificial chocolate flavoring. Nuts.
Black Forest: This is the captured scent of a cold, moonless night, lost deep within the darkest wood. Haunting and desolate, this scent evokes images of fairy tale tragedy and half-remembered nightmares. Thick, viscous pine with ambergris, black musk, juniper and cypress.
In bottle: Yep. There's trees in that there bottle.
On me: Wooooyeah. Many trees. It's not the pine that's predominant on me. Juniper and cypress do battle for dominance, finally giving up and having sex, intermingling happily. Oh, hey, there's some pine and musk in the afterglow!
No one tree-scent is truly predominant. It truly is like being in a forest. At night. This is nice. Adam's not sure if he likes it. "Smells like nature," he says. "I can't smell the city!" Poo on city-dweller Adam. I love it.