A celestial hymn, singing to Earth from fifty light years away: ten billion-trillion-trillion-carats of glittering white musk, with cognac, tagetes, white champaca, Gum Arabic, and davana.

In bottle: this is a super white blend for me -- one sniff without looking up the notes (it's been a while) and I knew there was white musk. I can get the cognac ( Read more... )

The embodiment of Victorian funereal elegance. A delicate sugar-spun vanilla cream cotton, stained by tobacco and incense, Indian musk, and drops of cognac.

In tester: funereal and heady; that first whiff reminded me solidly of Annabel Lee. Elegant and almost aloof; creamy but also cologney, somehow. There's that definite incense and Indian musk ( Read more... )

An allegory of Victorian melancholy and madness: tea-stained bourbon vanilla, with white cognac, coconut bark, Oman frankincense, and woodmoss over opium tar-stained silk.

In bottle: oooh, citrusy bright! Tea and bourbon vanilla, and slightly woody, slightly green. Woody-green, I suppose? I'm not entirely sure how that translates to "tattered lace ( Read more... )