Boomslang: The Boyfiend's Verdict
Boomslang, which is LOVE in the vial, has the cocoa note's stormy relationship with my body chemistry. After fifteen minutes on my skin, it hits adolescent rebellion.
At this point, the boyfiend says, "it smells like a mongoose shat on your arm."
(After an hour it has mellowed noticeably. I'm keeping the imp in case aging reduces the bitter
At this point, the boyfiend says, "it smells like a mongoose shat on your arm."
(After an hour it has mellowed noticeably. I'm keeping the imp in case aging reduces the bitter
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The reason this is so hilarious to me, is right after I smeared some Satyr on my husband, he took a big whiff and got a horrified look on his face. So I said, just let it dry, it will get better. In the meantime I looked up the notes. "civet".... I said to him. So he sits there a few more minutes, and it starts wafting over to me, so I say "you stink". And bust up laughing, and he says "Right, it smells like civet rubbed its ass all over my arm" and goes to the kitchen to scrub. In the meantime I'm giggling my head off.
He really does love me, and still allows me to try random oils on him.
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