Warhead On Legs

Somewhat less emotastic. Still having issues. Blah blah blah. You don't care about this shit. I don't care about this shit. Really.

The Day Watch trailer kicks everyone's ass, especially mine.

I pulled out the bottom drawer of my jewelry box today (I finally have a jewelry box! thanks to the boy) and realized that I do, in fact, have a shitload of imps to trade. So, here we go.

Tested Once:
Undertow - The Dark Side of Water: clean and purifying, yet menacing -- lotus and juniper with a hint of mint. A scent dragged up from the depths to the Stygian shore.

R'lyeh - Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. The sunken city of the Great God Cthulhu. A hellishly dark aquatic scent, evocative of fathomless oceanic deeps, the mysteries of madness buried under crushing black waters, and the brooding eternal evil that lies beneath the waves.

Versailles - Grand, courtly and robust: a glittering, golden scent that would do Louis XIV proud. Gilded red and gold citrus with amber, ruby roses, jasmine and orris.

Pain - Wicked and vicious! A sharp, cruel blend of lavender and pennyroyal.

Pele claimed by viridian

Incantation - A profound and entrancing potion. Deep, wispy, and unfathomably dark: vetiver, dark woods, crumbling and burnt black sandalwood and a drop of lemon rind.

Tezcatlipoca - Lord of the Smoking Mirror, god of sorcery, nighttime, darkness, beauty, war, heroic men, beautiful women, and all material concerns. Tezcatlipoca is the Master Magician, a trickster god and shapeshifter, governing all worldly matters, and is also the Great Tempter, seducing men into evil acts and subsequently punishing them for their transgressions. Deep cocoa laced with patchouli, leather armor, ritual incense, and a touch of Xochiquetzal’s flowers. one claimed by ladyofbrileith and the other claimed by analise

Khephra - Hail unto thee who art Khephra in Thy hiding, even unto Thee who art Khephra in Thy silence, who travellest over the heavens in Thy bark at the Midnight Hour of the Sun. Tahuti standeth in His splendour at the prow, and Ra-Hoor abideth at the helm. Hail unto Thee from the Abodes of Evening.

Paris - Sensual, decadent, and enigmatic. Lavender, softly underscored by lotus and spice. Claimed by ladyofbrileith

Whitechapel - A gentlemen's blend, possessed of dignity, charm and refinement, but in truth masking a corrupted, hideous, soulless core. White musk, lime, lilac and citron.

Masabakes - Masabakes is a Cantabrian demoness that governs lustfulness and lechery. In order to tempt virgins to corruption she employs the aid of her lackey, the imp Tentirujo. Under the cover of magickal invisibility, the imp caresses maidens with mandrake root, instilling uncontrollable passion and wantonness in the unsuspecting girls. Thick black currant with the darkest, deepest myrrh, a drop of bitter mimosa and the slightest touch of mandrake dust.

Tested N times (traded in from other people and, on average, about 1/4" below label):
Hollywood Babylon - The essence of innocence shattered: glittering Egyptian amber and heliotrope, infused with the sweetness of strawberry and vanilla - dragged into debauch by lusty red musk and a dribble of black cherry.

Bon Vivant claimed by viridian

Sed Non Satiata - A pounding heartbeat coalesced into scent: demonic passion and brutal sexuality manifested through myrrh, red patchouli, cognac, honey, and tuberose and geranium in a breathy, panting veil over the darkest body musk.

Madrid - Swarthy and vibrant! An elegant, full-bodied scent that ignites all the darkest passions. Bold red wine, mimosa, and a trickle of clove. Claimed by ladyofbrileith

Jazz Funeral - Bittersweet bay rum, bourbon, and a host of funeral flowers with a touch of graveyard dirt, magnolia and Spanish Moss.

Hellcat - A soft, sensual, luxuriant blend with a wicked bite: hazelnut, buttercream, honey mead, rum and sweet almond.

And would the person to whom I was supposed to pass on Bow and Crown and Death on a Pale Horse please stand up? For lo, I have forgotten, like the sieve-brained incompetent I am. Got it. Hah.

Wanting: Ladon, Jezebel. Anything else anyone thinks I might like. I can even name the top ten notes that apparently I like off my chart! Woo!

TEZCATLIPOCA (Excolo)
Lord of the Smoking Mirror, god of sorcery, nighttime, darkness, beauty, war, heroic men, beautiful women, and all material concerns. Tezcatlipoca is the Master Magician, a trickster god and shapeshifter, governing all worldly matters, and is also the Great Tempter, seducing men into evil acts and subsequently punishing them for their transgressions. Deep cocoa laced with patchouli, leather armor, ritual incense, and a touch of Xochiquetzal’s flowers.

Do we see why I wanted to try this one? Yes.

In the bottle the cocoa is not blending well with the patchouli and incense. In fact it's fighting with it. The cocoa comes out on top first, and then the incense. It'd be funny if it weren't so depressing. I like this name for a scent! Maybe if I shake it? Huh. That actually kind of worked.

On my wrist my skin apparently gives the incense and patchouli and maybe the flowers the winning edge. Cocoa goes down! Still no sign of leather. Alas, this probably won't be a bottle either. I'm just striking out on the Central American mythos based ones.

On the second try, the cocoa goes down a little quicker, the leather comes up a little quicker. I'm just still not sure if this is a bottle or not, but it takes a couple minutes for it to settle down. I just. Yargh. Maybe this is a bottle after I've gotten all my other bottles and tried everything else. It certainly does, at least, have the benefit of not being like any other scent I've tried.


WHITECHAPEL (Wanderlust)
A gentlemen's blend, possessed of dignity, charm and refinement, but in truth masking a corrupted, hideous, soulless core. White musk, lime, lilac and citron.

Since I just got done watching Casino Royale I'm going to go with this smelling, in the bottle, like that drink Bond concocted. Never mind that I have no idea what it would smell like. I am, therefore, smelling the lime and citron more than anything else I would say. And there's a whiff of lilac underneath. For some reason not what I associate with Whitechapel.

The musk comes out a little as I let it set on my wrists, but not much. Now I'm just smelling like a dusty Vesper. Still not what I associate with Whitechapel, but it's cracking me the hell up.

Unfortunately as it sets it's slowly heading towards baby powder. I'll see how it wears in the next couple hours, but the first little while isn't promising. Which, damn. I wanted to like this one.

Some of these are going to be bottles! Some of these I'm trading because I feel guilty getting without giving. ;) If I promised you one of these, remind me? I vaguely remember mentioning that I had them to some people but I can't remember who.

Desire not quite claimed by viridian but I am a filthy enabling wench
Versailles
Jazz Funeral
Masabakes claimed by ladyofbrileith
Undertow
Danse Macabre claimed by ladyofbrileith
Eos claimed by katchooie
Yerevan claimed by katchooie
Nuit claimed by viridian
Khephra
Pain
Langour claimed by ladyofbrileith
Kali claimed by ladyofbrileith

Wish List!: Highwayman ish, Blood Amber ish, Tintagel, Morocco, Baghdad, Hellfire, Whitechapel, Tezcatlipoca, Poison Apple

... and after all that worrying and not finding any shipping confirmation in my e-mail and buying up a load of 14 imps on Ebay for a little less than what it would cost me to get a whole new set from BPAL itself?

... My imps for my mother and sister came today. Bzuh.

Now I have a metric shitload (a metric shitload is two cheeks full, for those of you who haven't heard that one) of BPAL Imps and, god. I think I have time to try most of them out. Like a sneaky person, before I give them to my sister. I feel so much like I'd be giving her a used gift, then. But it's an imp! You know how little you use when trying/sniffing an imp. Besides, I'll probably wind up not only giving her a bunch of the ones I did use, some of the ones I haven't used, but also a lot of my imps that I don't like enough to keep and want her to try. I swear, there's going to be a scratch 'n' sniff party or something when I get to DC. For a WEEK.

I should write in my pillow book. I haven't been. I'm a bad Heian (Heian?) dynasty courtier woman. I do, however, smell like my Mahabharata. This amuses me to no end.

Oh. And the list of imps, for those of you who were curious, is: (Ebay) Crossroads, Danse Macabre, Dragon's Claw, Dragon's Musk (already tried and TOO MUCH MUSK, going in the give away pile), Eos, Sword of War, Incantation, Khephra, Langour, Masabakes, Perversion, Sri Lanka, Silk Road, Tzadikim SomethingIcan'tspell. (BPAL) Hurricane and Hades are the frimps, Moon Rose, Whip, New Orleans, Kabuki, Black Lotus, Dee. Bliss, Eve, Fallen, Namaste, The Hesperides, Antique Lace.

... Holy shit. That's a lot of imps.

Today I have discovered that I can make a pirate shirt in two undistracted hours, provided I actually sit down and bloody well make it instead of sewing a few seams and then chatting online. This actually isn't bad; it'll take me four hours to make two and that's a good amount of time from getting home from work and just sewing. This is also, though, presuming I already have the pieces cut out. A not so bad assumption, since I tend to cut out pieces of pirate shirts as I get the fabric out of which I want to make them, then just stick them in the project box permanently labeled "Pirate shirts" and sew them when I get around to it.

I have Batman Begins on in the background. Christian Bale makes me extremely happy.

Actually, today in general makes me extremely happy. I got off work pretty much when I got in which, although not the best thing for me to do? Not so bad. Taking one day off isn't going to hurt my upcoming paycheck, I'm back to only making one payment to the college loan people per month. I did spend more in the last 24 hours than I expected to, however, only one thing was outside what I've budgeted for. So even if I'm spending it earlier than I really expected, I'm not completely blowing everything. I also got paid today, and got all my vacation time approved. Which I thought had happened already, but then they scheduled us to work President's day, despite the fact that we don't work the day before or the day after! OI! But we got other people to take our shifts. So, of the yay. And half of our time in DC is going to be paid vacation! Very much of the woot.

There have been posts on gratitude and posts on friendship, as well as posts on privacy. I have... You know, actually, I'm not sure I have much to say on the subject. I've been blessed with most excellent friends, in the past (some of which are on this friends list, wavings, hello!) and in the present, and hopefully in the future. I really have no urge to keep most of what's on here private, and you all know that, I've said it enough recently. I am grateful that my life, while not handing me the nice easy acceptances I ask for every birthday and christmas, pout and sulk, does not suck. My life is actually pretty damn nice. I have enough money to take care of what I need, and yes, I do count little luxuries in the needs department because we need little luxuries for our morale. A good book here, a pretty shirt there. I have friends to keep me company and a boyfriend who has enough good sense to leave me alone when I don't, along with many other good qualities. I have several hobbies I enjoy and my work actually is turning into something much less onerous than it began as. So, really. Life, she is good. There, a tag to prove it, and so I can go back and find this entry again when I need cheering up.

ETA: AHAHAHAHA OMGSOFUNNY

Not so much posting these for people to read and take information from? I'm sure there are better reviews, I'm horrible with the personal comments. But these are my impressions of the scents I've tried so far. I'm kind of curious to see what people think of them.

( Under the cut: Bastet, Black Cat, Darkness, Herr Drosselmeyer, Libertine, Morgause, O, Twilight. With a cameo by: Ladon )