Hello to new readers cornfields and dinyel!
Taking brain drugs now. As for the rest of me... this is the second night in a row pain has kept me from sleep. And last night, I took Ambien! This is ungood.
I haven't been writing. Nyargh. *sigh*
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Yes. Anyway. The Synapse, a neuroscience carnival.
Harvest Moon update is up! And there's nothing else in the update. Frustrating! I wanted to be able to order more than one thing at once, so's to save on shipping, but Carnaval Diabolique has not landed. And I have no clue when it will. If I knew it wouldn't be up til August, I'd throw in a bottle of Chaos Theory, or Bengal, or Drink Me.
13: In our paean to all the mysteries surrounding this enigmatic number, there are thirteen lucky and unlucky components, including white chocolate, tangerine, currant, mandarin, white tea and iris.
In bottle: I'm getting chocolate, not white chocolate...
On me: Hm. There's tangerine. Yep. Plenty of tangerine. And mandarin. And tangerine.
Blood Moon: The feral scent of the heat of the chase, deep woods, undulating musks, brushed by forest herbs, crushed grains, and touched by blood-dimmed lunar oils.
In bottle: Rich musky-spicy.
On me: There is something in Blood Moon that goes straight to the hindbrain, lusty and feral and... heat of the chase? Ohhh yes. Makes me want to *bite*. Not kiss, *bite*. Rrrow. Do not get into bed with me when I'm wearing this if you want gentle. Blood Moon = sex that leaves bruises.
Need more please!
Cracked Bell: A winter’s horror: smoke and stillness, faded incense and the metallic tang of blood.
In bottle: Sweet incense.
On me: Smells...clean. Ah, there's some incense and spice. It's not bloody. It's mild. It's nice, though.
Hm. Is it going soapy? I think it's going soapy.