Hello to new readers agaran, rainnxonxme, and slipstreamsurfr!
Brain drugs: 'bout the same as yesterday. Fumbly-headed and fumbly-handed. *sigh*
Pain: Some in the neck-shoulders-back region, but lots in the legs - I exercised a bit too much yesterday. *sigh* Must find new limits. I don't want to hit the wall, but the wall keeps moving, you see...
Pain and Kink
Talked to the Craftsman last night... he is fine with building things up slowly next time, painwise, to see where the limits are now. *sigh* He groks. This is a man who went off on his own and researched temporal lobe epilepsy before playing with me. Is good.
Shrimp bandages? Yes, really.
...Celox is a granular compound derived from shrimp shells. “It resembles uncooked grits,” says Adrian Polliack, SAM’s head of research and development. When poured directly into a bleeding wound and subjected to pressure, the positively charged Celox granules cross-link with negatively charged red blood cells, forming a putty-like plug that blocks blood flow.
O: The scent of sexual obsession, slavery to sensual pleasure, and the undercurrent of innocence defiled utterly. Amber and honey with a touch of vanilla.
In the bottle: Almonds.
On me: Vanilla... and almonds. Some honey, now. And almonds.
The Red Queen: Deep mahogany and rich, velvety woods lacquered with sweet, black-red cherries and currant.
In the bottle: Cherries, with something darker...the mahogany?
On me: Holy crap I am so edible. Mmmm. Dark fruit - currant, must be. I am currant, with a sweet light overlay of cherry. Oh, and there's the wood, beneath it. Oh, yes. Lying on a fresh-smelling wood table, with currants in my hands. Oh, *nice*. *sniff* Is that cedar? Mmm. Cedar, mahogany, dark ripe fruit. Cherries have wandered off. *sniff* Fruit goes to just-wood, the returns... I want more of this one, please.
Bloodlust: Dragon's blood essence, heavy red musk, Indonesian patchouli and swarthy vetiver with a drop of cinnamon.
In the bottle: Very... dark and sharp.
On me: Extremely musky. That's not generally a bad thing. It's just that I'm not really picking up anything else here. Not even the cinnamon, and cinnamon usually amps up on me. Hrm. This is not bad, but it is also not me.
Old Morocco: The intoxicating perfume of exotic incenses wafting on warm desert breezes. Arabian spices wind through a blend of warm musk, carnation, red sandalwood and cassia.
In the bottle: Not incensey/spicy. Is that the carnation and cassia?
On me: Oh, hey, there are the spices. So mild, though, in comparison to fierce Bengal and multi-layered Kathmandu! Tiny shade of spice, tiny shade of incense, tiny shade of musk. This has no kick. Yes, I know many people want their perfume to be light and pretty. I like it when peeople hug me and say "Wow! You smell fantastic!" *sniff* Little more of the spice coming out, but still so mild. I'll stick with my Bengal and Kathmandu, thanks.
Do not claim these in swap yet, because I think that all of these were just on sniffy loan from bheansidhe (I'm giving her Great Sword of War, and I get to keep one of what she sent me, but she wants the rest back.) I will check my records. Red Queen, I clutch to my bosom... thanks, setfiretolife! The Mad Tea Party scents do love my skin...
So how are you?