#Bergamot Mid Notes: Leather

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[Proxy] Enstars x Her Notes Afternoon Tea Series Collaboration perfume

Please note that all perfume will be shipped directly from my warehouse.

Price: 2700JPY (shipping not included)

Rinne, HiMeru and Mayoi are currently sold out.

Line up and notes:

Yuki Makoto

top: Pear, Grapefruit, Apple, Pink Pepper mid: rose, jasmine, iris bottom: musk, longan, sandalwood, cedar, vanila

Hidaka Hokuto

top: Blackcurrant, Olive, Sweet Orange mid: red rose, yellow rose bottom: musk, wood cedar

Subaru Akehoshi

top: Sweet orange, grape fruit, peach, mango, berry, apple mid: rose, jasmine, lily of valley bottom: musk, longan, rhubarb

Isara Mao

top: ginger, mint mid: violet, iris, coconut, lotus bottom: woody musk, longan

Otogari Adonis

top: Lemon, grapefruit mid: aromatic herbs, menthol, floral bottom: musk, longan, herbs

Sakuma Rei

top: Citrus, Red Berry, Plum Wine mid: rose, jasmine,saffron bottom: musk, longan, vanila

Hakase Kaoru

top: Citrus, pepper, mid: rose, jasmine bottom: musk, longan

Oogami Koga

top: Lemon, Lavender, Cedar mid: longan, cedar, lily bottom: musk, pine and cypress, amber

Amagi Hiiro

top: Bergamot, Grapefruit mid: Violet, orrange blossom, lily of the valey bottom: cedar, sandalwood

Shiratori Aira

top: Floral + Fruity Musk mid: lemon, blackcurrant, lychee, peony bottom: longan, vanilla

Kazehaya Tatsumi

top: Citrus, Apple mid: jasmine, orange, coconut bottom:longan, lemongrass

Oukawa Kohaku

top: Blackcurrant mid: rose, peony bottom: woody, musk, longan

Shiina Niki

top: Ocean fragrance, Citrus mid: lily of valley bottom: longan

Madara Mikejima

top: woody, grass-like fragrance mid: cedar, cypress bottom: longan, leather wood

Please take it with a grain of salt, I use machine translation

[femchef]

Ok well two responses is enough to get me going about the perfume thing, so I will try doing two and maybe doing two more in a few days?

Generally I spray these directly on a folded quilted paper towel - but now I’m going through and just trying them on skin; note that skin on is completely different - I’ve already had a rough experience with that I’ll get into another time, it was wild.

Ok so for the first one:

Halfeti (original) from Penhaligons - I’ll give you impressions first and details after.

So I actually let this one breathe a bit - it smelled completely different the first time I sprayed it as a sample a few weeks ago from just now, so apparently letting perfumes air or maturate is absolutely a thing. I definitely did not like it the first time I sprayed a test.

Sprayed skin on - first it’s a full nose of the scent I get in the back of my throat from sipping a nice old-fashioned; a little unexpected, warm, silky, cold dry nutty full taste.

After about three minutes - cold and sharp, pleasant earth scent; fruity roses, rough tree bark spice scent.

Oh I really really like the cold earth scent on my skin that’s neat.

About ten minutes past - it’s coming up roses right now. Not powdery or soapy. Underneath is coriander and the cold earth scent is turning into saffron which is probably why it’s familiar - I don’t actually like saffron much because it’s overpowering in the storage closet at work and whenever I open it I get a face full, but I like it in things as part of other scents. So cold earthiness is from that. Lot of cinnamon, cardamom and clove now too - oh the roses have petered off that’s interesting!

Spicy and creamy now - it’s settled I think. Very nice!! Way better than the first time I get why people love this one so much!

Ok so Halfeti (named after a place in Turkey) has a listed designer - Christian Provenzano - which, apparently perfumes don’t always have a creator(s) sign off on the product so that’s a thing I suppose.

This one is from the company’s Trade Routes collection - ostensibly all of the perfumes are designed to make you think of the places they were inspired by. This one has levels of scent; in other words Halfeti is designed with the intent that you experience different things over a period of time (speaking of, it’s suddenly gone powdery and sweetened just now).

The notes for Halfeti (original):

Top: Cypress Leaf, Saffron, Cardamom, Artemisia, Bergamot, Grapefeuit

Mid: Rose, Nutmeg, Jasmine

Base: Oud, Cedar, Leather, Sandalwood, Amber, Tonka Bean, Vanilla, Musk

So I can definitely get the sandalwood, the tonka and vanilla are the creaminess with it so those blend nice I think. It’s not too sweet, which sandalwood can get sickly so I appreciate it’s not too cream sweet. I didn’t really pick out leather in this for me. Or the nutmeg - I never got that. The bergamot and the grapefruit probably contribute to the spicey quality but it’s not citrusy at all for me. I didn’t get much jasmine off of this go either - and I’ve never smelled artemisia by itself so I can’t say if I’d pick it out or not.

Ok gonna take a break and I’ll come back later with the second perfume!

[positivelyfuming]

We've been doing our best to halt the doom and gloom, so today we went on an outing. Speaking with companions steered us towards metallic accords... so the combination for the afternoon was Moonlight Samurai by d'Annam sprayed on top of a generous amount of Lavender Menace by Osmofolia.

Moonlight Samurai's notes are sake, steel sword, leather armor, wild flowers, and cedarwood. It's quite boozy and leathery with enough metal to keep it interesting. Truthfully, I don't get much florals. We think it might be the thing that reads as 'plum' to us in the sake accord.

The booze might be a tad stomach turning so be warned. Leather haters should also stay clear. It's a fun sample, however I do not think I will ever be buying a full size.

That said, it played well with our oil pairing.

Lavender Menace was something we picked up during the soft re-opening of Osmofolia. We were elated to see them make a return and this blend spoke to our tastes particularly well.

The description is "a fearless queer fougère: eight lavenders balanced with tonka and oakmoss, a bouquet of fresh-plucked carnations, the acrid burn of gunpowder softened by warm vanilla, and a lively disrespect for most forms of authority."

The notes are listed the following: top notes of lavender, gunpowder, and bergamot; mid notes of gunsmoke, lavender, and carnation; base notes of vanilla, tonka bean, oakmoss, and sandalwood.

While the bottle lists steel, the official note breakdown does not. I do still get a lot of metal in the opening and heart though ! It's a beautiful smoked lavender with the texture of metal powder laced with sweet vanilla and tonka.

I've worn it quite often and it's difficult not to reach for it. Definitely happy purchasing a full size of her. If you like lavender and smoke, Osmofolia has some incredible blends with the two.

Overall, I enjoyed the layering of these; but I don't think I'll be wearing Moonlight Samurai for meals anymore due to the nausea on the drive home.

[georgiapeach30513]

Other than Andy pick four other characters. I can’t do them all 👀 //// Curtis, Lloyd, mace , Ransom or Steve

Andy - Creed Aventus $365 Top notes: blackcurrant, bergamot, apple and pineapple. Heart: rose, dry birch, Moroccan jasmine and patchouli. Base: oak moss, musk, ambergris, and vanilla.

Andy is a classy man. He also likes to smell expensive. A scent that is all his own. One that is clean and fresh. People know it's him, and they know when he's been in a room. It's both sexy and warm. Manly and soft. Sounds like Andy.

Curtis - Tom Ford Ombre Leather $155 Top note is Cardamom; middle notes are Leather and Jasmine Sambac; base notes are Amber, Moss and Patchouli.

So let's pretend that Curtis isn't on that stupid train. He is the epitome of manly. He's strong, a bit of an anger problem, but he's soft with the people he cares about. I think that he would wear leather quite regularly, so he wants a cologne that compliments his clothes

Lloyd - Parfums de Marly Layton $490 Top notes are Apple, Lavender, Bergamot and Mandarin Orange; middle notes are Geranium, Violet and Jasmine; base notes are Vanilla, Cardamom, Sandalwood, Pepper, Patchouli and Guaiac Wood.

Lloyd is a man that makes an entrance! He wants you to smell he's coming before he gets there. He does not want anybody around him to have his scent. This is also a unisex scent, which completely suits Lloyd's feminine qualities. The throw of this scent is quite nice, and it's dry down is nice and warm.

Mace - Atlantis by Blu Atlas $100 Top notes: bergamot, lemon, blackcurrant Mid notes: lavender, clary sage, peach, apricot Base notes: orris, oak-moss, violet, ambrette seed, musk

Mace is one of the younger in this group. He is a bit more vivacious and brighter. He doesn't want something heavy. He wants it light and fresh. Something that will linger, but not be overpowering.

Ransom - Indonesian Oud Eau de Toilette Ermenegildo Zegna $260 Main Notes: Amber, Bergamot, Oud, Patchouli, Rose

I have said that this is Ransom's cologne for about two years now. Nothing has changed. This cologne isn't for everyone (most oud based fragrances aren't) just like Ransom. He is a bit spoiled, and a bit stuck up. This fragrance is dark and smoky, but it has that light Rose base note. This is one of my personal favorite scents, and I use it as a pillow spray, don't come at me.

Steve - L'Homme by Yves Saint Laurent $119 Top notes are Ginger, Bergamot and Lemon; middle notes are Spices, White Pepper, Basil and Violet Leaf; base notes are Tonka Bean, Tahitian Vetiver and Cedar.

Alright, so Mr. All American, himself, of course is going to have a traditional scent. Clean, slightly warm, but also sweet. Sounds about like Steve, doesn't it. The smell is the best when it lingers on your skin.

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Embodying Masculine Elegance: Polo Sport Cologne and Azzaro for Men

In the realm of men's fragrances, certain scents transcend time and fashion, becoming symbols of masculinity and refined taste. Among these, Polo Sport Cologne for Men and Azzaro for Men stand out as quintessential choices for men who appreciate a blend of classic appeal with modern dynamism. This article delves into the unique characteristics and enduring popularity of these two iconic fragrances.

Polo Sport Cologne for Men: A Fresh Burst of Energy

Launched in the mid-90s, Polo Sport Cologne for Men quickly became the go-to fragrance for men seeking a fresh, invigorating scent that could keep up with their active lifestyle. The cologne opens with notes of mint, lavender, and bergamot, providing an immediate refreshing burst that is both clean and stimulating. As the fragrance unfolds, it reveals a nuanced heart of aldehydes, ginger, and seagrass, which lend a sharp, aquatic freshness that is both distinctive and compelling. The base of this fragrance rests on a bed of musk, sandalwood, and guaiac wood, which adds depth and ensures a long-lasting, memorable trail.

Azzaro for Men: Timeless Seduction and Sophistication

On the other end of the spectrum is Azzaro for Men, a fragrance that epitomizes elegance and classic charm. Created in the late 70s, this perfume has become a staple in the collections of men who favour bold, assertive scents that convey a sense of timeless sophistication. The top notes of caraway, iris, lavender, clary sage, basil, and lemon impart a vibrant, aromatic introduction. The heart of the fragrance features a rich blend of sandalwood, juniper berries, patchouli, vetiver, cedar, and cardamom, creating a robust, spicy core that captures the essence of masculine allure. The base notes of leather, amber, musk, and oakmoss complete the composition, providing a warm, deep finish that is both seductive and unmistakably masculine.

Choosing Between Polo Sport and Azzaro

Choosing between Polo Sport Cologne for Men and Azzaro for Men often comes down to personal preference and lifestyle. Polo Sport Cologne for Men is ideal for the active man whose days are filled with dynamic activities needing a fragrance that can provide a fresh, energizing lift. In contrast, Azzaro for Men suits the evening and professional settings where a stronger, more enduring scent can make a profound statement.

The Power of Scent: Enhancing Personal Style

Both Polo Sport Cologne for Men and Azzaro for Men do more than smell good; they are tools for personal expression and style. A well-chosen cologne can enhance a man's presence, add to his natural confidence, and make lasting impressions. These fragrances have stood the test of time not just because of their unique compositions but also because they resonate with the identity and aspirations of their wearers.

For enthusiasts eager to explore the distinctive qualities of Polo Sport Cologne for Men and Azzaro for Men, fragrance99.com offers an excellent platform. you can find these and other high-quality fragrances that cater to a wide range of tastes and preferences. Whether you're shopping for yourself or seeking the perfect gift, fragrance99.com provides access to genuine products that promise satisfaction and authenticity.

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Animale Perfume Women

Light Blue for Women

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Fleur De Peau

Top notes

Aldehydes

Pink pepper

Angelica

Bergamot

Mid notes

Iris

Turkish rose

Base notes

Musk

Ambre tte

Carrot

Ambergris

Leather

Sandalwood

Amber wood

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The Best Mood-Boosting Perfumes

A well-chosen fragrance can lift our spirits, boost confidence, and even transport us to different realms. Experimenting with different scents and finding the ones that resonate with you will help you create a fragrance wardrobe that enhances your mood and brings you joy. So go ahead, spritz on your favorite mood-boosting perfume, and let its enchanting aroma uplift your spirits throughout the day.

In this blog post, we will explore some of the best mood-boosting perfumes that will leave you feeling uplifted, refreshed, and ready to take on the world.

331- Costa Amalfi  Costa Amalfi opens with a burst of invigorating top notes. The zesty combination of mint, berries, grapefruit, lemon, and basil awakens the senses, like a gentle coastal breeze carrying the scents of wild herbs and citrus orchards. As the fragrance unfolds, the heart notes reveal a captivating composition.

TOP NOTES: Black pepper and coriander add a spicy and aromatic depth, while orange blossom and sage infuse a delicate floral touch.

MIDDLE NOTES: Jasmine and neroli lend a hint of sensuality, like blooming flowers adorning the terraced gardens overlooking the sea.

BASE NOTES: A grounding and lingering presence

332- Dream  Dream opens with a luscious and indulgent blend of top notes. Caramel, peach, and strawberry combine to create a delectable and sweet introduction, the whimsical delights of a dreamlike confectionery. Ginger and pink pepper intertwine, adding a vibrant and tantalizing kick.  TOP NOTES: Geranium and labdanum lend a floral and resinous depth, reminiscent of a hidden garden blooming with secrets.  MIDDLE NOTES: Intrigue and mystery, like the enigmatic pathways of a dream. 

BASE NOTES: depth and sensuality to the composition.

004- Neroli Blossom  This is a truly wonderful scent, this scent lasts twice as long and costs half as much as most perfumes. Neroli Blossom is the perfect accessory for summer clothing whether it's formal or casual. Neroli is wonderfully balanced with a delightful refreshing citrus floral fragrance reminiscent of colognes of the past. Elements of bergamot, lemon and mandarin zest combine with a herbal whisper. The heart is full blooming Neroli blossoms, lavender sprigs and jasmine upon a gentle musky base forming this mesmerising perfume. This beautifully crafted Neroli scent leaves a lasting impression.

076- Santal Lush  Santal Lush is a textured fusion of smooth creamy sandalwood with exotic eastern spices and aromatic floral, entwined with sumptuous woods to create a soft, naked glamour of fresh earthiness.The opening notes of Santal Lush is the tempting part of the scent with creamy yet fig-fruit richness, which gives you a metallic, dry, with viscous hints of incense and cardamom, iris, lilly and ambergris. Soon after the heart notes come to play with the harmony of firewood, juniper, and Indian sandalwood unfolds softly to transport you to a tropical beach dancing around the bonfire at sundown, giving you a hot loving energy.

101- Cairo Cairo is your One Thousand & One Nights - Scheherazade fantasy! Mysterious woody - floral - oud leather dreams! Completely addictive and totally unisex. Wonderful scent with Class, Charisma, Intellect & Presence! Day or night , hot or cold ,formal or informal, simply a beautiful all year round well blended fragrance. If you haven't tried it you are missing out! TOP NOTES: Bergamot, Grapefruit, Cardamom, Saffron, Cypress & Wormwood. MIDDLE NOTES: Jasmine, Rose & Nutmeg. BASE NOTES: Cedar, Leather, Oud, Sandalwood, Amber, Tonka Bean, Vanilla & Musk.

074- Amethyst  Amethyst is a dynamic yet mysterious fragrance that creates an extremely attractive aura around you. Both in quality and composition, this fragrance offers a step-up for those who want a little sweeter tobacco and niche flair in their blend. It opens with a beautiful cinnamon and honey, sprinkled with pink pepper, the mid notes follow closely behind with an amazing gourmand tobacco, northern Brazil tonka beans and caramel, it ends with a stunning dry down of incense and Ambergris.

Perfumes Making Your Mood Good! Perfumes have a remarkable ability to influence our moods and emotions. Just a spritz of the right fragrance can transport us to a state of tranquility, confidence, or sheer happiness. With an overwhelming array of perfumes available today, it can be challenging to find the ones that truly uplift and energize our spirits. In this blog, we will explore some of the best mood-boosting perfumes that have the power to enhance your mood and leave a lasting impression.

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[ashstfu]

hey queen. you have perfume recs for me? I don't really like super sweet scents but I love your taste in well. everything so I'll take anything you suggest <3

hiii hello! i’m not a big fan of super sweet scents either, i prefer muscular woody or spicy notes with a hint of vanilla. you know the scents that are unisex but lean more masculine... my personal favorite perfume that i always recommend is tobacco vanille by tom ford, let me tell you it’s the best mixture of spicy and sweet and it really makes a statement. wearing this scent makes me feel more attractive.. more mysterious and much more confident! there’s just nothing like this out there.

some other perfumes that strike just the right balance –

odor 93 by meo fusciuni

top notes: birch leaves, clove, cumin

middle notes: tuberose, narcissus, sage

base notes: oud, vetiver, guaiac wood, patchouli, vanilla, tobacco

lasso by jean patou

top notes: peach, carnation, heliotrope and fruity notes

middle notes: rose, iris, jasmine, pepper and violet

base notes: leather, musk, amber, civet, oak moss, sandalwood, vanilla, patchouli and vetiver.

salvatore ferragamo uomo

top notes: pink pepper, italian mandarin and grapefruit

middle notes: cinnamon, cardamom and cypress

base notes: tonka bean, leather, roasted coffee beans and patchouli

female christ by 19-69

top notes: eucalyptus, patchouli, pimento

mid notes: rhubarb, wintergreen, red thyme, geranium

base notes: vanilla, amber, benzoin, cinnamon bark, cashmere wood

morn to dusk

top notes: bergamot and lily of the valley

middle note: vanilla

base note: musk

vintage by john varvatos

top notes: rhubarb, quince, pepper, wormwood, basil and fennel

middle notes: cinnamon, juniper berries, lavender, green leaves, jasmine and orris root

base notes: tobacco, suede, balsam fir, tonka bean, oak moss, woody notes and patchouli

l’eau d’ambre extrême by jean claude ellena

top note: nutmeg

middle note: patchouli

base note: turkish rose

[missanthropicprinciple]

Chanel fragrance review 

My dad bought this set for my mom in the mid-90s. I can’t seem to find the exact thing online but I believe they were from the Les exclusifs de Chanel line. We got them at Dayton’s, a famous department store that was started in Minneapolis in 1902, was rebranded in 2001 as Marshall Field’s, and was bought out by Macy’s in 2006. I’m wondering if the bottles Dad chose were in a pick-your-own situation. The bottles came with a soft, diamond-quilted black travel case with a handle. I imagine this was not a cheap purchase for my dad. My mother never really used it, often falling back on her vintage Karl Lagerfeld Chloé. So I just “borrowed��� this set and was told I could just continue to keep using it indefinitely. I use them sparingly as they’re expensive and may have gone through reformulation.

N°22 eau de toilette: It seems that all les exclusifs were reformulated in 2007, so my review won’t reflect the current formula. It’s also difficult to find a review of N°22 eau de toilette, as the parfum is more common. According to the one review I could find, the top notes are aldehydes which accounts for its metallic sharpness, the middle notes are Jasmine, Tuberose, Ylang-Ylang and Rose  - this combo gives it a deeply balanced scent, and the base notes are Vetiver, Vanilla and Incense, which give it a smokiness. Overall, it’s powerful for a toilette and the talc scent hits you right off the bat, reminiscent of Guerlain Shalimar but more fruity. The jasmine and Ylang-Ylang linger on my skin.

Coco eau de toilette: The general consensus is that eau de toilette is weaker after reformulation in recent years. I also have the new eau de parfum but that’s still quite strong. This eau de toilette is a warm and complex scent. Even the note analysis reads like a shopping list. “Top notes are Bulgarian Rose, Peach, Coriander, Mandarin Orange and Jasmine; middle notes are Cloves, Rose, Mimosa, Orange Blossom and Clover; base notes are Sandalwood, Opoponax, Amber, Civet, Vanilla, Tonka Bean and Labdanum.” Needless to say, it’s a very spicy scent. The sandalwood balances out the floral notes, making it the classic evening fragrance. Both the older eau de toilette and the current Coco I have linger on the skin a fairly long time. I wear this in all seasons, though it seems to be favored for an autumn and winter fragrance. You really can’t go wrong with this one.

N°5 eau de toilette: Another shopping-list scent. “Top notes are Aldehydes, Ylang-Ylang, Neroli, Amalfi Lemon and Bergamot; middle notes are iris, Jasmine, Rose, Orris Root and Lily-of-the-Valley; base notes are Civetta, Sandalwood, Musk, oak moss, Vetiver, Amber, Vanille and Patchouli.” The jasmine and rose stand out to me. For such a famous scent it’s remarkably light, certainly not in a bad way. Perhaps it doesn’t work for my skin, but is a bit bitter and talc-y once applied and much of the nuance is lost. I still recommend it, even if just for the novelty of being one of the most famous perfumes in the world. It certainly strikes me as a spring fragrance but it works in winter just as well.

N°19 eau de toilette: I would call this a unique fragrance, spring in a bottle, though mildly astringent. According to the Fragrantica profile the top notes are “Green Notes”, Bergamot and Neroli; middle notes are Iris, Rose, Narcissus, Lily-of-the-Valley and Ylang-Ylang; base notes are oak moss, Vetiver, Leather and Sandalwood. Atmospheric perfumes that try to capture a particular scene or experience are popular these days and this is an early example of that. You’re metaphorically transported to a woody glade full of dew on a spring morning. It was released in 1970, a year before Coco Chanel died, well into her 80s. The fragrance certainly reminds me of 70s aesthetics and could be called “dated” if you’re not into it, but I think it’s a great slice from the history of perfume.

Cristalle eau de parfum: At the time my father bought this in the mid to late 1990s, this was a new perfume, having been released in 1993. “Top note is Mandarin Orange; middle notes are Melon, Jasmine, Peach and Ylang-Ylang; base notes are Oakmoss and Vetiver.” A bit harsh, very 90s, kind of smokey, and slightly bitter. The orange fades a bit too fast, leaving the melon to sort of fester. You can smell the peach but only if you concentrate really hard. The consensus is that it’s a scent most suited to spring but honestly I’m getting strong autumnal vibes. I feel like you could wear this to the park for a picnic date or to a nightclub. It can be fairly versatile. 

Here’s the travel bag they came with: 

[ladyjunosteelofcarteblanche]

The Carte Blanche and their signature scents

Peter Ransom: Bad Boy - Carolina Herrera

my Nureyev kinnie gf wears this and I feel like that’s enough evidence but regardless, Juno’s description of Peter smelling like « earth and spice » in What Lies Beyond p3 is further proof. it’s a pretty woody and amber based perfume making it really warm and spicy but the top and mid notes of pepper, sage, and cedar balance it out to create that earthy spicy smell. he definitely matches his perfumes to his bath products so even if he isn’t wearing a scent, he still smells good, hence why even when the cologne wore off, his bed still smelled nice. (also the name is really iconic afsjshxhd)

Juno Steel: Black Saffron - Byredo

with warm spicy, leathery mid notes, this is something that gives me very noir detective vibes but then there are the top notes of saffron, juniper berries and chinese grapefruit which shift the narrative a little and turn it from an entirely brooding scent to one that is more light. it’s a really androgynous perfume in that it ties together the more traditionally masculine smelling woody leather with the more traditionally feminine violets and spiced citrus smell. the base note of cashmeran gives it a softer and sweeter dry down but the vetiver pulls through with that earthy leather smell, perfectly encapsulating our dear detective in a single bottle. he would also would wear Whispers in the Library but that’s just me projecting

Buddy Aurinko: Jazz Club - Replica

this fragrance is super boozy which already fits Buddy so well but on top of that, there are the tobacco and vanilla base notes that give it a very sweet but smoky scent. the styrax gives it that floral smell with some dry, spicy bite bringing in that powerful feminine energy (we stan), the other notes are more citrusy and spicy and are really prominent at the top but the dry down is what really makes this perfume, it’s intoxicating, heady, and bold, just perfect for Mrs. Aurinko.

Vespa Ilkay: Wood Sage and Sea Salt - Jo Malone

Vespa doesn’t really seem like the type to wear perfumes all that much but at some point Buddy drags her to a fragrance shop her and Buddy went shopping and Vespa found this scent (it’s also the perfume she wore on their wedding day). it’s a very aromatic scent with lots of notes of citrus and salty fresh air, it also has some musky herbal notes which fit her vibes pretty well. while it’s not exactly something you would expect her to wear at first, the dichotomy between the bright scent and her abrasive nature and the likeness between the rugged mineral musk and her projected persona makes this a fun choice.

Rita [Redacted]: Cloud - Ariana Grande

It’s sweet and playful which is already a scent I feel like rita would love but it also has notes of coconut, praline and vanilla that really add some complexity to the scent, while most of the notes are sugary and lactonic, the top notes of lavender, pear and bergamot create a nice balance with them. she is happy go lucky and sweeter than sugar but she is also a character with layers and is more than just a superficial persona which this perfume does a good job of encompassing. I also feel like she switches between this perfume and A Whiff of Waffle Cone from Salt and Straw sometimes depending on how sweet she wants to go.

Jet Siquliak: Old Spice Dynasty Deodorant but sometimes Duel - Annick Goutal

l i s t e n I can’t imagine the big guy caring much for fragrances when the only thing it’ll add is an extra step to his morning routine so (according to him), it would be much more efficient to just wear a deodorant that has a very distinct smell, hence Old Spice Dynasty, a very woody and leathery scent meant to replicate modern masculine colognes. Occasionally he’ll wear Duel but not very often, it’s similar to Dynasty with the woody, spicy and leathery notes but is also a bit more fresh with orris root, petitgrain and artemisia.

The Ruby 7: Molecule 01 - Escentric Molecules

this funky little perfume deals with some pretty futuristic stuff in terms of its scent profile, it is made of one note and one note only, a molecule called Iso E. It’s a velvety sensual cedarwood but varies greatly depending on the person (or car) who is wearing it, the scent wears close to the skin and has a distinctive smell depending on how it reacts to your body chemistry, some will adore the fragrance on them, some may not even be able to smell it while others will find the scent downright offensive, this perfectly encapsulates the radical nature of the Ruby and there really isn’t a better fitting perfume.

I could talk for hours about all the different fragrances everyone in the penumbra pod wears and I’ll probably be making a separate post just on all of the signature scents of Nureyev’s aliases lol 

[smallerinfinities]

Closer (Vampire!Shawn)

a/n: Oh, hey! Long time, no see! This idea came to me out of nowhere. Hit me like a freight train. I made this edit and it nearly killed me so I had to write this. The title comes from the Kings of Leon song, HIGHLY recommend checking it out before or after reading this. It’s always given me vampire vibes. ANYWAYS, here’s a little Vampire!Shawn for you...I’m kind of obsessed with it. 

warnings: 6.1k (WHAAAAT?!) of vampire content, smut, blood, the works 

It was long past midnight and the streets were quiet. Even in New York City there was an hour, usually between three and four in the morning, where hardly anything moved. It was his favorite time to take a walk, especially now when his dry veins ached. Shawn stalked up 7th Ave, away from his townhouse on St. Lukes Place, and whistled softly to himself.

In these quiet moments, he remembered the city as it was, decades and decades ago, filled with far fewer people and much more debauchery. He let the old sounds of memories long faded fill his ears, raucous laughter and tap, tapping of horseshoes on stone. The opening and closing of club doors that poured a cacophony of jazz music into the street. The acrid smell of bodies and saltwater, cigarette smoke and too sweet perfume, crept into his nose. Scott and Zelda laughed as they walked on either side of him, Duke Ellington humming along behind, making their way to Broadway to see Josephine in her last show before she moved to France.

Josephine. Shawn paused along the deserted avenue and closed his eyes. God, he missed her. Passionate, committed, righteous...he could taste it all in her blood. The fire in her veins had reddened his eyes on so many occasions in those days. Iron mixed with prohibition whiskey. A shiver ran through his body as his canines lengthened. He ran his tongue along their sharp, defined points. Feeling the warm metallic tang of his own blood trickle down his throat, he relived the sensation but felt no relief from his craving.

Six weeks. It had been six weeks since he’d tasted human blood. Her blood. A day hadn’t passed that he didn't think about that night, the sticky mid-July humidity clinging to his cool skin hours after sunset….

The Trinity. The neon sign flashed outside above the bar. Shawn had always laughed at the name, the obvious religious connotations. It was a vampire bar after all. Run by two vampires who once served wine to King Henry VIII, the bar had settled in the West Village almost a hundred years ago. It changed names, the owners changed identities, but the clientele remained cold and thirsty all the same. The Trinity was low-key but exclusive, a semi-dive bar with a bouncer out front, hilariously named Vlad, a massive Russian man with fists the size of a normal man’s head. Shawn flashed his red eyes at him, the only membership card he needed to gain entry.

“Meat is scarce,” Shawn heard him mumble. He winced at the euphemism. Meat just meant live bodies, humans who had come willingly to the bar as potential sources of blood. At Trinity, humans received a card that allowed them entry once every three weeks. For vampires, it was the best way to keep the blood supply fresh and undiluted. For humans, it was a status symbol, an underground and privileged one. But it also meant that some nights were slower than others, especially after events and holidays.

Some vampires were less appreciative of human life than others. They saw The Trinity as a trap, an easy way to catch prey. Willing sources were so scarce that vampires often lost control and bled them dry, whether they meant to or not. Shawn was a little less macabre. He was old enough to appreciate the fragility of humans, old enough to taste the subtle differences in blood quality. Humans allowed into Trinity passed a blood test, so he felt they were best kept alive. He couldn’t find a drug and disease-free meal just anywhere. Yes, he fed here. It was like Whole Foods and real-life Tinder all in one place.

He took a seat at the bar, nodding over to a group of younglings, a little too feral to be trusted. A thick cloud of smoke poured over him from the corner, choking Shawn’s sensitive sense of smell. He coughed and waved it away, revealing a familiar old woman in the corner with gleaming red eyes and long white hair. She took a long pull from her six-inch cigarette holder and blew another cloud of smoke at him, obscuring her very vintage 1820s corset.

“Bonjour, Shawn,” she said at the end of her exhale.

“Madame LaLaurie,” he waved a hand to greet her, trying not to make a face of abject revulsion at the red drops falling from her chin. Propriety was not a concept familiar to the old ones. Neither was blending in. Her costume froze her in time. Shawn looked down at his own black jeans and red short sleeve button up, a pair of chelsea boots on his feet. He was thankful that he’d been able to live—well, approximate living—over the years instead of calcifying, turning into an undead corpse refusing to move with the passing years. Dropping his head, he tried to shake the image out despite the smoke still curling in the air.

A whiskey sour, his usual, appeared like magic in front of him. Not actual magic–witches weren’t allowed here–but out of the hand of John Somerset, co-owner and purveyor of The Trinity.

“Shawn,” he nodded, his London lilt still clinging to his accent more than a century after leaving England, “it’s a slow night.” Shawn turned over his shoulder and squinted in the low light. The room was large, the size of a small warehouse, with several alcoves and nooks for privacy. Maybe twenty people milled about, some eyes flashing red, usually paired with a brown or blue or green eyed man or woman. One of them, a vampire with ginger hair and small features, wandered up to the bar with a young man, perhaps just recently legal. The vampire’s long white fingers wrapped around the boy’s hip. John’s eyes narrowed over the counter.

“Kit,” he addressed the vampire in a low voice, “be careful with the young ones.”

“Oh, John, worry not!” Kit’s grip on the boy visibly tightened. He turned to his companion and nuzzled his nose, drawing a laugh from him, “Tyler and I are just fine!” And so Tyler seemed to be, his rosy cheek pressed to Kit’s shoulder, intermittently turning to press wet kisses to his neck. It was a familiar sight. Kit Marlowe was a notorious letch, but he wasn’t much of a killer. Young Tyler was likely not in any danger, but John Somerset protected his bar as if it were his child. No foul play allowed.

Shawn slipped off his bar stool, leaving John to harass Kit. Wandering around the red-tinged room, he nursed his whiskey sour and took stock of the options in the room. He lifted his nose and closed his eyes. In one corner, the strong smell of nicotine and vaping liquid overpowered any unique notes he could have made out in blood. He moved on, scrunching his nose. There were a lot of masculine scents, pachouli, leather, amber, bergamot, and while Shawn didn’t discriminate based on gender–a man could be fun if he was looking to dominate–tonight he craved something a little more delicate.

A hand grazed his shoulder and he turned, startled, bowed and ready to attack.  

“How dare y—”

A wall of warm jasmine and citrus crashed into him. It disarmed him, turning his limbs into rubber. She smelled like summer sun, or at least, what he imagined summer sun to smell like. He’d forgotten some time around the beginning of the Wars of the Roses, a hundred years after he’d last felt sunlight. He leaned into her palm, still resting on his shoulder.

“Open your eyes,” she whispered, her breath gliding across his face adding a touch of mint to her bouquet. He hadn’t realized they were still closed. He squinted, adjusting to the harsh red lights again, and looked down at her.

At first, all he could see was white. She was wearing white from head to toe. A white sheer top over a white lace bra, white pants with little tears in the knees, white pumps. The red on the sole of her shoes was the only pop of color. Her clothes fit perfectly around her curves, the cleavage she let show leading his eye to her long neck and the pulse point there, fluttering with her beating heart. Even with all that confidence, she couldn’t hide the rush of coming face to face with time itself. She was a mortal angel looking for trouble in this hellish pit.

After the initial shock, his eyes caught hers. They glowed in the low light, twinkling his own reflection back at him. She was close, close enough that he could see each individual pore on her face, unencumbered by makeup. Her skin was beautiful, taut over her cheekbones and flushed with all that sweet smelling blood. His mouth watered a little and his eyes lost focus as he took another deep inhale. He felt that tell-tale lengthening in his mouth with a shiver. He was so...hungry.

He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, vampires kept time in decades and centuries not minutes and hours, but he sensed her every movement. Her feet shifted; her heart pounded; her hands flexed and relaxed. He smiled and felt her heart pick up speed, taking her hand and turning it over in his palm to trace the blue maze of veins in her wrist.

“You’ve never been here, never done this before, have you?”

“How did you—?” She ripped her hand away from him, a proud tilt to her head, “I know what I’m doing.”

“Oh, you might,” he chuckled under his breath, tracing a cold finger down her cheek, satisfied at the gooseflesh that bloomed where he touched. “You’re certainly sure of yourself. It’s rare a human catches me unaware. How did you do that?”

“I think you were looking for someone,” the corner of his mouth upturned at her words, I was looking for you, “but I don’t usually hesitate when I see something I want.” She was so confident, he didn’t even think it was false bravado. Just pure adrenaline. He’d never met anything like her.

“So, hello,” she stuck her hand out formally, like she hadn’t already wrapped him around her fingers, like he hadn’t already made a place for her in his bed, and told him her name.

“I’m Shawn,” smiling, he took her hand and shook it, careful to control his grip and not hurt her. They stood there like that, hands clasped together, for a moment. It was long enough for Shawn to feel her skin under his fingertips and wonder if her whole body was like that, soft and firm and vibrating with energy, with so much blood. Her heartbeat rang in his ears, loud and clear as if his own heart had come back to life.

She reached up and pushed a fallen curl out of his face, “do you wanna dance?”

“I….don’t dance,” he shuffled nervously, all his smug self-assuredness gone in a second. Centuries and cat-like reflexes hadn’t improved his shoddy dancing skills and he really didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of his future meal.

“Oh, come on,” she grabbed at his hand and pulled, “everyone dances a little, even stuffy vampires.” He followed her, let her pull him onto the world’s smallest dance floor in front of a certified vintage jukebox. The Gershwins poured through the old speakers, sounding more like a gramophone than anything nearing modern audio quality. She yanked his arms about in a makeshift attempt at the Charleston, kicking her legs out at weird angles. He could tell that she could move, she just had never moved in the 20s in front of a big band.

“Okay, okay,” he caught her hips and stilled them, “that’s not bad, but it’s not the Charleston either.” He showed her how to rotate her ankles and add her arms, eventually just taking her hands and moving with her forward and backward, swinging his awkward legs around.

“See! You can dance!” she held onto his arms and stepped back and forth with him, “were you alive in the 20s?”

“Ahem, alive?” he grinned, “no, I wasn’t alive...but I was pulled onto many dance floors in this city to do the Charleston in the 20s.” Her eyes blew wide, the first truly human reaction he’d seen from her.

“So...how old are you?” she had stopped moving, too shocked and curious to concentrate on the dance.

“That’s a rude question!” He faked indignance, slapping his palm to his chest. She snorted, crossing her arms and jutting her hip out to the side.

“If I’m going to let you drink my blood, you could at least tell me how old you are!” His mouth fell open. The unspoken arrangement between vampires and humans at The Trinity was just that—unspoken. He’d been coming here for decades and no one had ever been so bold. He tried to think back to the last human who had ever demanded something of him, especially something so sacred as his age, and was coming up blank. She was serious. Moxie, they used to call it. She was overflowing with it.

Fuck it. His sigh would have been more dramatic if his chest still moved with his breath.

“I was born,” he took a deep bow, his curls flopping forward toward the floor, “in the year of our Lord 1322.”

“Oh my God,” she gasped. He watched as she did the quick math, the cogs spinning behind her eyes as they grew wider with the realization that he was—

“Seven hundred.” She wavered and he stepped forward to steady her, let her lean into his side and breathe through the shock. She looked up at him and reached for his face, but he caught her hand first and held it to his chest.

“Well, I'm 697. The big 7-0-0 is a few years away.” He grinned, his fangs just peeking out from behind his cold lips. If he could blush, he would have in that moment. With her proximity came another wave of jasmine, mixed with something else, something much more feminine and earthy. He leaned down and touched his nose to her jawline, grazing it slightly and inhaling deep. It was heady. He could tell she felt it too. Her head tipped back and invited him in. His body stirred in a way it hadn’t in a very long time.

In another, more feral, life, he would have taken her right there.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he panted, a memory of humanity rather than a need for breath. She released the tension in her body, having braced for the bite he wasn’t ready to give.

“Jesus fuck, yes,” she nodded. He wondered how long she’d been waiting for him to ask. If he had to bet, he’d say before she even laid a hand on him. They gathered their phones, checked at the door, and headed to the street.

“Excuse me, miss!” Vlad called as they passed. He locked eyes with Shawn, “sorry, Shawn, you know it’s protocol.” Shawn shrugged and nodded, presenting her to him.

“Hello, miss, I just need to make sure you’ve consented to leave with him,” he focused on her neck, at the pulse beating loud and clear there, an almost foolproof lie detector test.

“Yes, I agreed to leave with him,” she looked back at Shawn, steady as a rock, and he nodded, bracing for the next bit. The bit that caused panic in the faint of heart and had lost him many an evening meal.

“And you understand that The Trinity is absolved of any liability for any injury that might befall you after you leave here.” Shawn heard her heart kick up a little but she stood her ground, swallowing loud.

“Yes, I understand.” She nodded, holding out her hand to shake on it. Vlad’s eyes lit up with amusement, taking her hand in his much larger one and shaking. Apparently her charm worked on even the most sullen of bouncers.

“Okay, miss. You’re good to go. Have a good evening,” he tipped his head and glanced past her shoulder at Shawn, “take good care of this one.” Shawn gave him a two-finger salute.

“See you, Vlad!” She waved cheerfully, grabbing Shawn’s hand and rushing into the night. He hailed a cab, impatient to get back across town. It was late and he wanted to enjoy the rest of the night, he had a feeling he wasn’t going to want it to end.

When the cab pulled up to his six-story Greenwich Village brownstone, he was tracing patterns on her knee, the rip in her jeans the only skin available to him. She looked out the window, letting out a giggle before slapping her hand over her mouth.

“You have to be fucking joking,” she crawled out of the cab, the tiniest clutch he’d ever seen in her hand. She let him lead her up the steps to his door, her neck craned all the way back to look up.

He let her inside and shut the door, their shoes echoing off the cool black and white tile. He’d watched this house be built in the 1850s, had snatched it off the market then and there. Over the years, he’d moved around. Europe, Asia, Canada, but he always came back here. His best memories were in this city, so he called this house home.

It was covered in relics from the past. A savonarola chair from the 16th century in the corner. An original Thomas Gainsborough portrait of himself hanging in the entryway. A suit of armor, the one he was wearing when he began this new life after death, stood at the top of the stairs. He turned and watched her study the portrait.

It was provocative for the time. Shawn had foregone a powder wig in favor of his curls, wild and unkempt in a halo around his chiseled face. It had been a challenge for Thomas, so used to the round and cherubic faces of the time, his brushstrokes not suited for a man with so many angles. She looked back at him and pointed, raising her brow, and he nodded.

“Yes, Thomas made me sit for hours upon hours for that,” he moved to stand behind her, his hands busying themselves along her ribs, “thank God it made it through the Blitz.” She leaned back into him, becoming breathless at his ministrations. His fingers pulled at her sheer top, freeing it from her jeans to allow his hands underneath against the bare skin of her stomach.

“Your hands are so cold,” she gasped. He brought his lips to her neck, leaving a trail of chaste kisses along her carotid.

“I know a way,” he traced the artery with his tongue, “to warm them up.”

“Oh?” She pushed her hair over her other shoulder to expose more of her long neck to him. He smiled against her skin and turned her to face him. God, she was beautiful, so fucking full of life. Had there ever been anyone who stirred him like this? He lifted her from underneath her thighs, wrapping her legs around him.

“Not here,” he nipped at her jaw, enjoying the squeak that left her in surprise, “no one bleeds in my entryway.” He carried her up the stairs, never panting, never stumbling. Even without his eyes as a physical marker of his Otherness, no one living could watch him and not know he wasn’t exactly human. He’d been vampire for so long now that it was all he knew.

They watched each other with every flight he climbed, eyes locked. His pupils were blown wide, anticipating the coming high. She pushed her hair out of her face and bit her lip, the only outward sign of nervousness he’d seen. When they reached his bedroom, spanning a whole floor of the house, her heart was pounding against his chest. He pressed her against the wall, still holding eye contact.

He finally broke away to lay his head against her chest. The sound of her heartbeat consumed him. Her skin burned his cheek. His fangs ached. He felt the rhythmic pumping of blood course through her body, around his neck in her wrists, around his waist in her thighs, and lower as she slid down on the wall and he pressed his cock to her pulsing heat. A growl escaped him, deep and animalistic.

He couldn’t find her mouth fast enough.

Their mouths collided, teeth and tongues, harsh breath and feral moans. He sucked her citrus-soaked breath into his lungs, drunk on her scent. She slid her fingers into his hair at the nape and guided him deeper into her mouth. She sucked on his lower lip, dangerously close to his exposed fangs. Biting gently, she pulled a groan from him. He backed away from her, letting her legs fall from around his waist. She tried to catch her breath, hands braced behind her against the wall.

The air between them crackled with opposing energy, hot and cold, alive and dead, predator and prey. When they collided again it was desperate, a labyrinth of hands and arms and legs tearing off clothing. She popped most of the buttons on his shirt trying to get it off. He accidentally ripped two more holes in her jeans trying to force them down her legs. With each barrier removed, more skin was revealed. Neither of them could stop touching, the urgency overwhelming them. Her skin was butter soft, even under his sensitive fingertips. If he could burn, he thought her hands might be leaving hot welts on his skin. Both in their underwear and nothing else, Shawn stepped back, perching himself on the edge of his massive bed.

“Come,” he beckoned. She stalked toward him, her perfect breasts bouncing with each step. He bit back a whimper. There hadn’t been a woman in his bed in years. He had almost forgotten what perfect creatures they were, all curves and softness, warmth and femininity. Reaching out, he pulled her thighs toward him. She straddled his lap, knees planted in the plush crimson red duvet. He cupped her face with his hands, running the pads of his thumbs over her cheekbones .

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he looked at her unblinking, letting her have all the time she needed to be sure. “If you want, you can get dressed and leave right now and never see me again.”

“No!” she cried, digging her nails into his sides like he was the one preparing to flee, “I mean I’m sure. I don’t want to leave.” She scratched at his cold skin, a soothing gesture. He pressed a kiss to the valley between her breasts, right above her heart. He let it beat against his lips, feeling the pebbled gooseflesh bloom on her skin, slowly trailing upward toward her neck. Her breathing was ragged, audible in the quiet of the room. She weaved her hands into his curls, tugging them impatiently. Smiling against her skin, he finally reached that pulse point he’d picked out earlier in the entryway. He cradled her head to the side, exposing the vein in her neck, thick and throbbing. He inhaled, running his nose from her shoulder to her jaw. Her scent was so strong. The citrus exploded in notes of lemon and tangerine. He wondered if she tasted like it.

His fangs broke skin.

Blood burst from her. Two streams of thick, hot life poured into his mouth. He battened onto her neck and suckled, his eyes fluttering shut, softly moaning against her. Colors exploded behind his eyelids, a kaleidoscope of yellow and orange and white, lemon and tangerine and jasmine. His arms curled around her, pressing her into his chest, farther into his mouth. Her whole body was vibrating with the force of her moans, her hands in his hair like a vice grip.

Her blood was liquid fire in his mouth, burning him from the inside out. He could feel the warmth returning to his fingers, a rusty pulse beating in his calcified heart. It was a hollow imitation of what being human felt like, full of faded memories that came back to life in an instant and then died again. A woman with flowers woven into her hair, a pale blue shift clinging to her nervous frame. A battle raging in a war he didn’t choose to fight in. A priest praying in Latin over the lifeless body of an infant.

Shawn’s eyes flew open.

He released her, taking harsh gulps of air, his seldom used lungs brought back to temporary life. The unbidden memories dissipated as quickly as they had come, but they left him disoriented. He fell back against the mattress, his fingers trembling against her thighs on either side of him, and looked up at her.

Her head was thrown back, chest heaving like she’d run a marathon. He winced at her neck. The puncture wounds were neat, he wasn’t an animal fresh from the Quickening, but he’d left blood smeared on her shoulder. She was still bleeding, two crimson rivulets pooling at her collarbone.

A high tinkling laugh startled him. Her face was flushed with exhilaration, the adrenaline rush overpowering the blood loss. She leaned over, placing a hand on his bare chest.

“It’s beating!” she exclaimed, wonder and confusion swimming in her eyes. He blinked at her, bleary-eyed and unsure if he could open his mouth to speak.

“Only for a little while,” he scratched out, his throat still burning from her citrus-flavored blood, “it will fade in a day or so.”

“Then will you feed again?” she looked down at her fingers, scratching lightly through his thin dusting of chest hair.

“No,” he took one of her wrists and kissed it right where her pulse beat strongest, “I only feed once every few months. This feeling, the heartbeat, it can be addicting for my kind. I try to ration as long as I can to fight the craving.” He looked over at his curtained window, checking the time. It was still dark as pitch, plenty of time left in the night with her.

“What are those?” Her fingers touched the two freckle-like spots on his neck. He hissed. She looked at him, alarmed at the sound. Quick fear made her pupils retract into pinpricks, but they relaxed as soon as he reached up to cup her cheek.

“Shh, it’s not you; they’re just sore,” he stretched his neck to the side to give her a better view. “It’s my change mark, the impression left by the vampire that created me. When I feed it aches as the first day I received it.” He didn’t know why he was telling her this. It wasn’t like him to divulge personal details about his life to take-out from The Trinity. Then again, he didn’t usually take his meal home, either. There was just something about her...he couldn’t name it. He just knew he didn’t want her to go away.

She shifted on top of him, brushing his lap. His eyes widened. She was wet. So wet that he could feel it seeping through his own boxer briefs. He took a breath to steady himself, but that only brought him musky waves of her arousal. His hands grabbed at her hips to still her.

“I can smell you,” he moved underneath her, making sure she could feel him. He was painfully hard, straining underneath the two layers of thin fabric keeping him from feeling her, from losing control completely. She gasped, bracing herself against his chest and smiling, blood rushing to her cheeks.

“You could do something about that,” she teased, running her thumbs over his hard nipples. Everything was sensitive; everything was hard, his whole body teeming with energy and life after taking his fill of her. His need for nourishment had been satisfied, leaving him with a different kind of hunger, one he was sure she was feeling too. She fought his hold on her hips and ground down on his lap pointedly.

He flipped them, loving the sound of her squeak at his display of easy strength. Her hair spread out in a halo against his duvet, making her seem more angel than human. He ducked and pressed a kiss to her lips, a quick taste before he stood to rid himself of his underwear. She lifted herself up on her elbows to look at him, finally naked in front of her. Her eyes darkened in the way that only a human’s can, in that moment when they’re most animal.

“Are you coming?” She welcomed him between her legs, feet flat against his mattress and knees spread, her pretty white lace panties practically translucent against her soaking slit. He reached behind her to the bedside table and dug a condom out of the drawer.

“Not yet, but you will be soon,” he rolled it down his length. Her eyes rolled and she fell back against the bed, too turned on to be annoyed at his bad joke. He braced himself above her, leaning down to nuzzle the mark he’d left earlier, licking at the blood still clinging to her chest. It was cold, devoid of life but still rich with her taste. She mewled, lost somewhere between pleasure and pain. He pressed a final kiss to his bite, the tang of her blood still clinging to his lips.

“Shawn,” she clawed at his back, wrapping her legs around his waist and lifting her lips to his ear, “please.”

He growled, pushing inside to the hilt in one stroke. They both cried out, his head falling forward to mouth at her chest. She threaded her fingers into his hair to hold him, breathing through the stretch of him inside of her. With her arousal, the floral, fertile jasmine scent of her overwhelmed him. It rippled off of her, filling his bedroom. He slowly moved in and out, a lazy rhythm to prolong the closeness. He could have moved like that for hours, giving her just enough pleasure to keep her on edge but never sending her over. But she’d given him what he’d wanted, given him part of herself, shared what makes her alive to give him a fleeting glimpse of what that felt like again.

“Harder, baby,” she moaned. He bristled at the pet name, fucking her into the mattress harder, his hips colliding with hers over and over. They both panted profanities, her back arching and pushing her breasts into his chest. He took one of her nipples between his lips, flicking the hard bud with his tongue. The salty sweetness of her skin filled his mouth. She started to tremble beneath him, her arms clinging to his straining biceps.

“Shawn,” she looked him in the eye, her words punctuated by his relentless thrusting, “fuck...I want….you…to bite me again.”

He didn’t argue.

His fangs found a home just beneath her breast, her sweet blood, fragrant with her passion, erupted into his mouth. She screamed her release, pushing her body as far into him as she could, until he fell over the edge with her. He drank from her until they were both more blood than bone, until her limbs went limp and he couldn’t hold her up anymore. Images flickered in his memory, the same ones from before, the ones that usually made him gasp in the pain of dead memories, but he was so fully sated that they couldn’t touch him. He collapsed beside her, eyes closed and gasping for breath.

Her fingers traced his wet lips and slipped inside his mouth. They were covered in her blood. He turned to look at her as he sucked them clean and marveled at her hooded eyes, dark with the erotic sight before her. He released her fingers with a pop, swirling his tongue around the tips and smiling at the moan he elicited.

“That was…” she started.

“Incredible,” they both laughed.

Shawn crawled off the bed with unsteady legs. It was a drunk sort of walk, he hadn’t had human blood straight from the source in so long, hadn’t been fucked back to life in even longer. The intoxication was acute, the world a little more saturated and loud. He flipped the light on in his bathroom to grab a towel and discard the condom. Catching his reflection, he stopped quick. He’d almost forgotten what it looked like when he fed. His flushed complexion returned, rosy cheeks and chest colored with fresh blood under his skin. His chest moved, his heart pumping for the first time in six months. He’d gone so long without feeding this time. Too long.

He dabbed the towel at her shoulder and her breast, thankful for the enzymes in his mouth that quickened the healing. The blood around the bites had already coagulated, leaving a bit of a mess behind, but at least she had stopped bleeding. When all the excess blood was gone, she was left with four neat wounds, each smaller than the head of a pin.

“There. You might be sore for a couple of days but they should heal quickly,” Shawn instructed. She nodded, looking a little miffed about what to do next. It was the body’s natural instinct to fight or flee under the eyes of a predator, but he could tell she wanted to do neither.

“Do you…” he hesitated, he’d never done this before but he wasn’t ready to let her go yet, “do you want to sleep here? With me?”

She answered his question by burying herself in his sheets, all still pristine white underneath his red duvet. Not one drop of blood had spilled onto his bed. He crawled in after her, opening his arm to let her curl into his side.

“You really are warm now,” she wondered aloud, playing with his fingertips in between her own.

“All because of you,” he kissed the top of her head, an intimate gesture, but no more intimate than claiming her blood for his own, “now sleep.”

So they slept. He slept hard, his body surrendering to real rest for the first time in months. The dreams that usually plagued him after feeding were absent. His old life, his human life, didn’t come back to haunt him. His wife, his child, the wars he’d waged for men with too much power and no care for human life, all stayed dead. She chased it all away with her warmth and her jasmine scent and her citrus blood.

He didn’t know if it was hours or days later when he woke up to an empty house, her scent still desperately clinging to his sheets. All he knew was that she was gone and all he had was her name.

Lost in thought, in the memory of her, he found himself in front of The Trinity. He’d come here a couple of times, looking, hoping to see her again, but he’d given up. It wasn’t usual for him to ever revisit a human twice. In fact, he could only name a handful of women he’d had more than once. But she wasn’t coming back. He’d thought back on that night so many times and thought of all the things he could have done wrong, but in truth, he was a vampire and sometimes that was enough. He was too old, too mature to let a human consume him like this.

Vlad waved him in and he sat in his usual place at the bar nursing his usual whiskey sour. John chattered about some event he was hosting. Some kind of political thing, Alex Hamilton was expected to show. Shawn really hated him. Still a fucking hot head like he was in life. It had only gotten worse since the musical. If only people knew how many times the real A. Ham had been in the audience.

It was near closing time when John decided to shut up about vampire politics and let Shawn sulk in peace and quiet. He’d been so careful the last decade to temper his thirst. He went longer and longer and longer between feedings, meticulous about who he fed on and where. No personal life, no invitations, no sex.

She’d broken all his rules and then she’d just left him. It was just one night. One night that he’d never forget. He sighed, slumping over his third whiskey sour and hoping that tomorrow he’d be less pitiful. He needed to call it a night. Nodding at John, he laid down some cash and slid off his barstool.

Fingers grazed his change mark. He jumped near out of his skin, whipping around only to be knocked over by the familiar floral and citrus that he’d been looking for.

It was her.

“Shawn?”

*****

I mean like....I have to continue this, right?

(btw, his brownstone townhouse is a real place on the market for a cool $20 million rn) 

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Animal Crossing Themed Wax Melts 🌸💛

Buy here ➡️ https://www.chronicalsunflower.company/product/thecrossingcollection

or here ➡️ https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/764496152/the-crossing-collection-wax-melts

Tom Nook can sell you the virtual online island experience. But let me give you that experience of all the animal crossing games combined into your senses.

Smell the delights of Brewster's strong coffee, the scent of fresh pineapple or coconut juice gently wafting past you as you chop down bamboo on your island.

These wax melts are made from 100% eco soy wax and can give you the best crossing experience. There are two packages to buy.

Package 1:

• 4 snapbars

This gives you four "5 cell" snapbars.

Package 2:

• Get a mixture of my large animal crossing shapes (4) and mini crossing collection (5) together.

Scents include;

• Brewster's Special

A strong, rich and powdery dark creamy coffee fragrance with softwood influences. Don't ask about what the coffee's milk was made out of though...

• New Horizons

Juicy and ripe Caribbean mango fragrance enriched with gorgeous melon, succulent pear, ripe strawberries and mellow hints of papaya, peach and jammy fruits!

• Captain Tortimer

Top notes of mandarin, lemon, green leaf and violet are enhanced with lavender, ozonic florals and background of sandal, cedar, amber, musk and patchouli.

• Mallow Kisses

Our marshmallow fragrance oil is a sweet and fluffy fragrance just like the smell of a gooey, toasted marshmallow. Has notes of rose, vanilla and raspberry with a sweet powdery dry down.

• Pear's Bouquet

Features pear which is combined with quince which introduces honey sweetness and is surrounded with white freesia and wild climbing rose. A base of the composition is created of green, fresh and sour nuances of rhubarb along with warm and subtle aromas of patchouli, amber and white musk that stay in a trail.

• Banana

Our banana fragrance is a mouth-watering ripe banana scent enhanced with hints of creamy vanilla.

• Watermelon

A delicious fruity blend of tropical melons, peach and strawberry with a hint of vanilla.

• Pineapple

Such a sweet scent! Delicious fresh and mouth-watering sweetness of juicy pineapple slices.

• Sweet Orange

This zesty fragrance oil is bursting with a tangy orange peel aroma. A classic orange scent.

• Sunflower Bean

Radiant and Enhancing! Like a sparkling floral bouquet. Fresh with a hint of warmth! Inspired by a "Marc" fragrance.

• Fresh Rain

Sweet, Fresh and powerfully evocative. The aroma after the summer downpour is a pleasing scent.

• *NEW* Spring Day

Graceful fruity floral fragrance where fruity top notes of apple and cherry, combined with a heart of Jasmin and rose on a base of musks, amber and a hint of vanilla.

• *NEW* Bamboo Island

A sparkling floral fragrance where bergamot sweetened by mandarin rests upon a radiant heart of lily and ylang supported by a rich sandalwood base with sweet Madagascan vanilla and warm amber.

• *NEW* Bonfire

Herbal and Fruity Top Notes, with subltle mid notes of Rose and Orchid, on a burnt woody base, with hints of vanilla and leather

[glenn7517]

English Leather Aftershave, Become Hard to Find in Retail Stores  … English Leather Aftershave, once one of the more popular male fragrances of the 1960s is now become hard to find in retail stores, and costing a fortune on eBay. Originally created in the 1930s by Vienna based MEM Company as Russian Leather. It was introduced in American as English Leather due to the Cold War with the Soviet Union, by Dana Cologne. English Leather is for men who want a fragrance that enhances they rugged side. Created by Dana in 1949, this tried-and-true blend combines the manly scents of leather and oakmoss with citrus and woodsy notes, striking a balance that is both masculine and enchanting. Top Notes: Italian Bergamot, Kaffir Lime Mid Notes: Leather, Oakmoss, Vetiver Base Notes: Sandalwood, Cedarwood, Musk #EnglishLeather #DanaCologne #Aftershave

[batgirl-87]

Hogwarts Mystery Gang: Signature Scents

So while making the Amortentia post for the HPHM Gang I did a lot of research with perfume/cologne notes which inspired this post which is purely just for fun ;) I may even do more, who knows?!

I had a lot of fun making this and I have to say I’m actually rather proud of it. Enjoy =)

(If you want to reblog with, or make a post about your own MC’s and/or Jacob, please do so and tag me =) Images ended up larger than intended...)

My MC - Adelyn-Keira: Black Opium - Yves Saint Laurent  

“A rock ‘n’ roll interpretation of the classic that should highlight the dark, mysterious side” “Fascinating and seductively intoxicating, the opening notes of adrenaline-rich coffee and the sweet sensuality of vanilla recline into the softness of white flowers for a modern, young, and vibrant interpretation of addiction.” “A haunting kind of innocent sweet creamy dream” “Intoxicating, warm and cozy, alluring, sexy and beautiful” “Sweet. Warm. Sexy. Beautiful. Sophisticated.” “Fall in a bottle” “Dark. Sweet. Sexy. Spicy. Enticing.” 

Notes: Coffee, Vanilla, Warm Spice, White Floral, Pink Pepper, Patchouli, Pear, Jasmine, Orange Blossom, Bitter Almond, Cedar, Licorice, Cashmere Wood

Rowan: Vert d’Encens - Tom Ford (unisex)

“Represents the scented interpretation coast of Corsica, sophisticated, aromatic, and wild” “Smoky incense, pine resin, and fir balsam evoke the sense of a dense forest and rugged peaks, while delectable heliotrope and woods heighten the grand atmosphere of sea and shadow.” “[This] is what promiscuous forest Nymphs would smell” “A walk through a warm forest” “Beautiful green earthy incense” “Aromatic. Distinguished. Epic. Wild.”

Notes: Woodsy, Balsamic, Aromatic, Wood Resin, Pine, Incense, Balsam Fir, Heliotrope, Fresh, Green, Smoky

Ben: Cool Cotton - Clean (unisex) 

(Or Blur - Maison Martin Margiela [I thought the name of this one was also perfect =p])

“A citrus aromatic fragrance for men and women” “Clean, fresh, simple” “Like freshly laundered cotton sheets” “Clear blue skies, beaming rays of sunshine, and the soothing texture of soft cotton” “Reminiscent of Spring” “Subtle and calm, fresh and crisp”

Notes: Cotton, Citrus, Mint, Musk, Amber 

Penny: Beautiful - Estée Lauder 

“A romantic, light bouquet of a thousand flowers, combined with citrus on the top and warm, woodsy notes in the base.” “Intensive floral heat is sweet...the base notes are warm and elegant [creating a] creamy, vintage, rich floral chypre” “Intoxicating,classy, elegant, complex, fresh, and feminine.” “Romantic. Feminine. Memorable.”

Notes: Floral, Aromatic, English Marigold, Rose, Carnation, Tuberose, Jasmine, Mimosa, Lily, Orange-Flower, Ylang-Ylang, Lilac, Chamomile, Freesia, Sandalwood, Amber, Violet, Vanilla, Mandarin Orange, Fruity Notes, Black Currant, Bergamont, Green, Vetiver, Sage, Neroli, Cedar 

Bill: L’Homme Intense - Prada for men

(TBH I almost went with Fahrenheit Absolute by Dior which is a smokier, more intense, “darker” version of Fahrenheit, with amber and myrrh, described as “leaving an impression of adventure” because I thought while Bill had this one, Charlie liked it but it was a bit too much for him so he went for the Fahrenheit version instead which is woodsier. So... alternative? Options?)

“High quality, expensive, cool, smooth, seductive, mature” “A multi-layered experience...to evoke the elusive nature of the multi-faceted Prada man” “Imagine a gentleman wearing this scent in the Fall/Winter, well dressed, having a glass of wine with an attractive woman on the couch in front of a fireplace (Fleur =p)” “Familiar and comforting” “Soft and playful but also elegant, classy, and sexy” “Sweet and spicy” “Masculine. Sexy. Alluring.”

Notes: Leather, Amber, Iris, Tonka Bean, Patchouli, Sandalwood, Myrrh 

Barnaby: Boss Bottled - Hugo Boss for men

“Warm, sweet, inoffensive, subtly sexy” “Classic, manly, elegant, and cozy”  “The fragrance is fresh and sharp with a woodsy base. A fresh and fruity  blended with floral and spicy heart with a masculine base.” “Smooth, creamy, masculine, and seductive” “Soft, elegant, and sweet” “Woody, warm spices, masculine citrus, fresh...A calm scent, gentle, sparkling like a stream in the sunlight” “A loveable scent with a simple agenda” “Like an inviting, sensual apple pie” “Fresh. Sweet. Spicy.”

Notes: Woody, Vanilla, Warm Spice, Fruity, Apple, Cinnamon, Sandalwood, Bergamont, Plum, Vetiver, Mahogany, Oakmoss, Cedar, Carnation, Geranium, Olive Tree, Musk

Andre: Touch for Men - Burberry 

(or L’Homme Ultime - Yves Saint Laurent - it was almost this one but Andre and Burberry are a match made in heaven. I almost gave him two signature scents because I had such a difficult time deciding between this one and Touch for Men - or Mr. Burberry Indigo - other options/alternatives) 

“Sophisticated, confident, sexy.” “A clean fragrance created by fairy dust. From a magical wish to the physical realm... Captivating and addicting.”  “Versatile - can be dressed up and be formal and classy or dressed down and casual” “Beautiful, intoxicating violet leaf gives off a powdery vibe accented by clean musk and spicy pepper and cedar” “Subtle fragrance that makes you feel clean and sophisticated”  “Classy and fresh” “Soft and refined, unique and classy.”  “Dressy casual” “Classic representation - a gentleman” “Unique, sexy, fresh, energizing” “Fresh and elegant” “Sophisticated and comforting” “Elegant and creamy” “A gentleman’s cologne” “A versatile, wearable fragrance that is welcoming but rich in contrast”

Notes: Fresh Spicy, Ozonic, Musky, Woody, Aquatic, Aromatic - Violet Leaf, White Musk, White Pepper, Tonka Bean, Cedar, Nutmeg, Vetiver, Artemisia, Mandarin Orange 

Tulip: Byzance - Rochas

“Floral, aldehydic, vintage, woodsy-spice” “Unique, strong, beautiful” “Very strong and complex with a dark mysterious vibe” “80s vibe” “Conveys the message ‘I know what I’m doing’ without being domineering or a know-it-all” “Oriental-floral and warm spice that reminds one of Turkey”

Notes: Warm Spice, Floral, Woody, White Floral, Tuberose, Aldehydes, Turkish Rose, Carnation, Spices, Ylang-Ylang, Sandalwood, Cardamom, Jasmine, Heliotrope, Amber, Vanilla, Musk, Anise, Basil, Lily, Mandarin Orange, Green Notes

Tonks: Rock Angel - Oriflame 

(And maybe later Roses & Chocolate - Mancera ;p)

“Fragrance for modern women inspired by rock music and youthful rebellion as well as tenderness and elegance that are symbolized by an angel. This fragrances tends to illustrate and distinguish the two sides of a woman - the temperamental and strong side and the gentle and subtle side. ‘Destroy stereotypes, redefine the boundaries, show the world your unique combination of gentleness and power’ it demands.” “Definitely one with a strong personality”

Notes: Fruity, Sweet - Bergamot, Pear, Red Apple, Peach, Praline, Grapefruit, Gardenia, Rose, Vanilla, Violet, Patchouli, Sandalwood, Musk, Cedar, Tuberose

Charlie: Fahrenheit - Dior 

“A woody, floral, musk fragrance for men” “A resolutely contemporary fragrance characterized by a meeting of extremes. Fresh, elegant notes blend in perfect harmony with bolder, more virile overtones to create a scent that is warm, subtle, and distinguished.” “Represents the ‘perfect man’ - Classically masculine [while] unafraid to show a softer side. Doesn’t mind getting their hands dirty as long as the job gets done but cleans up nicely. He’s fun, can laugh at himself, has manners and class. A true gentleman who treats his date with respect yet a sexual stunner when appropriate. Showcases his intellect without being pretentious or condescending. Knows his strengths without being arrogant.”

Notes: Leather, Fresh Spice, Aromatic, Woody, Ozonic, Honeysuckle, Nutmeg, Vetiver, Violet Leaf, Musk, Lavender, Cedar, Sandalwood, Amber, Patchouli, Hawthorn, Tonka Bean, Bergamont, Jasmine, Mandarin Orange 

Jae: Intense Oud - Gucci

“Simple elegance, smooth, refined, rich” “Dark and warm” “A cleverly crafted fragrance” “Deep and richly layered character” “Simplistic Elegance. Daring. Subtle Sophistication. Warmth.” “Manly, sophisticated, comforting, irresistible... Not overpowering, bold, or loud in the face [but] smooth, smoky, warm leaning towards a “modern” masculine” “Extremely luxurious Oriental fragrance - smells like you’re a billionaire”

Notes: Balsamic, Smoky, Oud, Incense, Olibanum, Saffron, Amber, Pear, Raspberry, Bulgarian Rose, Orange Blossom, Woody notes, Patchouli, Musk, Leather 

Badeea: Portrait of a Lady - Frederic Malle

“Elegance personified” “Vintage and modern at the same time” “Consider perfume a portrait of its wearer: the sound of her voice, her gaze, the way she plays cards. At once timeless and resonant with today, here is a scent that speaks of her innate sophistication. Charm that emanates from within, boldly depicted without; an expressive portrayal of modern grace.” “Consider perfume a portrait of its wearer: the sound of her voice, her gaze, the way she plays cards. At once timeless and resonant with today, here is a scent that speaks of her innate sophistication. Charm that emanates from within, boldly depicted without; an expressive portrayal of modern grace.” “Portrait of a Lady is more like portrait of perfection. It smells like fantasy stories, mysterious and deep.”

Notes: Warm Spice, Balsamic, Rose, Patchouli, Incense, Clove, Sandalwood, Raspberry, Black Currant, Cinnamon, Amber, Musk, Saffron, Benzoin

Liz: Philosykos - Diptyque

“Fresh. Green. Juicy.” “Humid. Juicy. Watery. The dampness makes it feel alive, like it just rained and now it’s sunny.” “ Like you’re walking through fig trees in mid-August.” “Scent of a snapped twig of a plant full of sap” “A green scent with a hint of warmth.” “Imagine cold Indian summer morning, sun slowly rising, a woman is drinking her hot tea with coconut milk watching the sunrise through an opened window, while a cold breeze brings in the smell of freshly cut moist grass.”  “Natural smelling” “The memory of a Greek summer at Mount Pelion. To get to the sea, there was a natural grove of wild fig trees to cross through. The sun at its zenith heated the earth, the dry wind carried the scent of the trees and their fruit. Philosykos is an ode to the entire fig tree: the green freshness of the leaves, the density of the white wood, the milky flavour of the figs.” “Creamy. Green. Woody. Earthy.”

Notes: Green, Woody, Fresh - Fig Leaf, Fig, Green Notes, Fig Tree Sap, White Cedarwood, Woody Notes, Musk, Coconut Milk 

Diego: 1 Million Intense - Paco Rabanne 

(there are so many Paco Rabanne fragrances that would work for Diego - think we found his brand =p)

“This high-impact fragrance creates a multifaceted signature of masculinity. Freshness, striking and assertive, refined yet virile, elegant, and one of a kind.” “Very sweet, intoxicating, warm and spicy - definitely attention grabbing.” “A nice, strong, and deep sweet masculine scent” “Strong and intoxicating but playful.” “Darker, spicier, and smoother...less loud, more interesting” “Modern, irreverent, provocative, and charming.” “Intoxicating sweetness, spicy musk, seductive, and rich.” “Warms the senses” “Fresh. Spicy. Vibrant.” 

Notes: Warm Spicy, Cinnamon, Rose, Blood Mandarin, Cardamom, Saffron, Black Pepper, Sandalwood, Neroli, Patchouli, Leather, Iris, Orris Root

Talbott: Rocabar - Hermès

“A unique smelling scent which captures the feeling of  the great outdoors perfectly. Pine woody notes combined with citrus and vanilla notes gives this scent a freshness and lightness but there remained a beautifully earthy feel to the scent.” “Opening briefly with sharpness, dries down to be warm, cozy with a touch of cool majestic” “Strong silent type with wisdom in his eyes” “Manly but soft around the edges” “A mixture of chypre with a dry resinous and spicy oriental feeling, something able to transmit a rough and at the same time velvety” “He is down to earth and rough, but kind hearted and refined.” “Whispering gentleness and intelligent manner.” “The man who knows but remains silent.” “Reflects a man who is calm, assured, and kind.” “It seems to breathe in the fresh air of a pristine forest” “Elegant. Reserved. Alluring.”

Notes: Woody, Aromatic, Fresh Spicy, Warm Spicy, Balsamic - Juniper, Coriander, Bergamont, Lemon, Cedar, Canadian Balsam, Benzoin, Vetiver, Italian Cypress, Cardamom, Vanilla, Violet, Carnation, Oakmoss, Patchouli, Fir 

Chiara: Balenciaga L’Essence - Balenciaga

“Possesses an ethereal quality” “Opens with an ozonic feeling in the air on a summer day when it’s about to storm. It has a perfectly gentle, vague woody base that is warm but not heavy, nothing sharp or intense... just grassiness in a lush garden.” “Green, wet, lush, and juicy while soft and powdery.” “A natural, fresh, forest scent” “Lovely creamy green scent” “A dark mysterious forest after it’s rained, out of a fairytale” “Calm and confident but not boastful, kind, a little playful, and friendly.” “Light and airy and soft...like a whisper in paradise, a dream that lasts only for a second. Makes people curious with its enchanting quality” “Charming and loveable scent” “A really beautiful forest floor scent - shaded trees, cool air, violets everywhere, and unicorns!” “It’s like inhaling all the greens of a deep wood with a very shy sun gently caressing the trees, yet heavy grey clouds are still present and the moss and grass are still humid after a short and light rainfall; flower beds of wild violets - you are alone and introspective”  “Lovely, quite melancholic, energetic yet meditative, subtly sweet”

Notes: Green, Woody, Aromatic, Ozonic, Powdery - Green Notes, Violet Leaf, Violet, Vetiver, Cedar, Sandalwood, Patchouli

Merula: Midnight Poison - Christian Dior

“A bewitching scent” “Empowering” “Thick sweet woods dripping in amber and spicy dark rose” “A dark potion of almost black roses and earthy bitter patchouli. Spicy, sexy, intriguing. No softness, no sweetness. Unapologetic and fierce darkness.” “Brooding patchouli and sinister spice...Dark, spicy, and woody.” “Maleficent” “Seductive and intense. Makes one feel confident” “Opens sharp and overpowering but dries down, mellows out, to creamy and sweet.” “Feminine with a gothic edge” “Gothic dark beauty” “Mysterious and seductive yet there is a strange innocent quality” “Smoky and sultry with subtle sweetness and softness” “Strong and dynamic - demands attention” “A magic elixir dark witches brew to entice and enchant” (need to get my hands on some of this! My MC would also rock this - she’s going to “borrow” some from Merula =p)

Notes: Patchouli, Rose, Amber, Citrus - Bergamot, Mandarin Orange, Warm Spice - Vanilla

Ismelda: O - Blood Concept

“Unique and enigmatic.” “Weird, sharp, and unique.” “Cruel leather with metallic notes... a predominant kick in the nuts” “Up close has a softer presence, more pleasant and actually comforting” “Smokey, strange, bitter” “A bizarre combination that is pleasant despite its strange quality. Powerful, direct, and confident. The composition is modern, minimalistic, edgy, empowering, and unisex. Aromatic and spicy...strong...projecting power and confidence.”  “And interesting fragrance that can come off as cold” “I could see Lestat wearing this” “Smoky, intense, earthy, and definitely bizarre” *Others have said this scent has made them physically sick (well with Ismelda’s unwashed hair...maybe it’s not that, maybe it’s this!)

Notes: Leather, Metallic, Sweet - Raspberry, Smoky, Woody - Birth Tar, Virginia Cedar, Caraway, Rose, Cyperus Esculentus

Jacob: Olympic Rainforest - Olympic Orchids Artisan 

(and Narciso Rodriguez for Him - Narciso Rodriguez - probably wears this darker fragrance more after the Vaults and Cult experiences, but the Olympic Rainforest reminds him of living in Canada, being in the great outdoors, and provides him a sense of peace and comfort)

“Explore the mysterious, lush, mist-shrouded rainforest of the Pacific Northwest where everything is constantly green, every surface dripping with water and covered with life in the cycle of growth, decay, and rebirth.” “Like hiking through a recently burned forest to the untouched forest beyond.” “A touch of sweetness underneath the woody, rustic smell.” “Opens very dark but soon dries down to some sweetness and warmth.” “The forest is alive and dynamic.” “Something soothing yet daring - takes great risks” “Phenomenal, sublime, majestic, embracing.” “The change from the cool, wet pine through the floral heart and warm honeyed wood is like the passing of a summer’s day in the forest.” “Bitter, dark and cool to warm, soothing, slightly sweet.“ “Spicy, resinous, mossy, fresh, rich, natural” “Lovely, therapeutic, calming yet playful.” “Has a pensive, calming, almost therapeutic quality”  “Like hiking through the forest after it rains”

Notes: Woody, Balsamic, Earthy, Aromatic, Woody Spice - Canadian Balsam, Port Orford Cedar, Oakmoss, Sword Fern, Myrrh, Boletus Edulis (Forest Mushrooms), Black Spruce, Beeswax, Wildflowers, Rhododendron

[mokshalifestyleinternational]

KENTUCKY BOURBON FRAGRANCE OIL

Kentucky Bourbon Fragrance Oil smells like a newly poured Kentucky bourbon on the rocks. It has a rich, woodsy scent due to the heady combination of bourbon, rum, and cognac. With notes of rich leather, relaxing vanilla, and invigorating orange, this fragrance oil will undoubtedly stimulate your senses. It begins with top notes of citrus orange and bergamot, which are followed by mid notes of clove and orchid, which create a somewhat spicy perfume. The base note is made up of Vanilla, Oak, Patchouli, and Musk, which gives this scent a musky and oaky aroma. Moksha's Kentucky Bourbon fragrance oil is highly concentrated and has a long-lasting perfume.