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st_emmaMore perfume reviews, this time from 13 Gypsies.
Dark Star. I am not a fan of florals in general, but the vanilla, amber and musk gang up on the sweetly tropical flowers, grounding the scent in a dark romanticism. This is really pretty without being twee.
Vampyr. This purports to be a blend of rose, patchouli and musk. My body amps musk and patchouli, so I was a little surprised when the initial application was all rose - a shockingly wearable rose, but still rosier than I had expected. The patchouli came out to play on the drydown, and the musk showed up fashionably late, and it all swirled itself into a decadent olfactory portrait of sin and corruption.
Beware. Dirty sexy hippie vanilla. Very, very me. This was love at first sniff, and I could cheerfully bathe in it.
Black Lung. This one is weird. I get an oddly appealing combination of clove and tobacco that's clean rather than grotty, and neither entirely pleasant nor entirely unpleasant, so it's hard to know what to think. I need to spend more time with it, clearly.
Red Death. This smelled red in the bottle. On the skin, it was a heady blend of incense and musk, and smelled somewhat like a cross between a hookah den and a whorehouse. That's actually a good thing.
Nevermore. Sugared violets on a bed of patchouli. Another really wonderful scent.
I can see at least half of these becoming firm favourites in the not-too-distant future.
Dark Star. I am not a fan of florals in general, but the vanilla, amber and musk gang up on the sweetly tropical flowers, grounding the scent in a dark romanticism. This is really pretty without being twee.
Vampyr. This purports to be a blend of rose, patchouli and musk. My body amps musk and patchouli, so I was a little surprised when the initial application was all rose - a shockingly wearable rose, but still rosier than I had expected. The patchouli came out to play on the drydown, and the musk showed up fashionably late, and it all swirled itself into a decadent olfactory portrait of sin and corruption.
Beware. Dirty sexy hippie vanilla. Very, very me. This was love at first sniff, and I could cheerfully bathe in it.
Black Lung. This one is weird. I get an oddly appealing combination of clove and tobacco that's clean rather than grotty, and neither entirely pleasant nor entirely unpleasant, so it's hard to know what to think. I need to spend more time with it, clearly.
Red Death. This smelled red in the bottle. On the skin, it was a heady blend of incense and musk, and smelled somewhat like a cross between a hookah den and a whorehouse. That's actually a good thing.
Nevermore. Sugared violets on a bed of patchouli. Another really wonderful scent.
I can see at least half of these becoming firm favourites in the not-too-distant future.
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