Indigo Love

indigo loveRemember when you were little and would pinch the end of a honeysuckle bloom to taste that drop of ambrosia?

This stuff opens with a LOVELY squeeze of the sweetest orange, then pure flower nectar blooms a few inches off the wrist.

Doesn’t last long–I’d go fast through a bottle reapplying, especially since it feels so silky on the skin.

Rentless

rentlessSo Lolita Lempicka ran off and joined a coven, and came back organic and amazing.

Sugary licorice and lemonade top notes that last for hours, resin and burnt caramel all night long.
Bonfire dancing, bohemian patchouli flirting and aniseed incantations at midnight. Wakes in the morning still smelling of fairy sin on the skin.

Brash, pansexual and gorgeous.

The solid is tamed down–the gateway drug version–more secretive, the sweetness hiding in leather. I love it no less.

All Good Things

all good thingsThe soap shingle might not be the best way to test, but it’s fun. I get honey tempered with burnt cedar in the suds, and sweet resinous spice on the rinse.

I like the chocolate licorice accord, though any Lolita Lempicka Noir does it better.
Not for me, but pleasant enough to sit next to on a long bus ride.

Furze

furzeIf dolls could fart marshmallows, they’d smell like this.

A loud pbthpbthpbth of sweet plastic esthers–almost an artificial banana–then greasy coconut oil that dries down to diaper powder and decomposing Barbies left in the sun.

Weirdly sticky  (and very synthetic for a LUSH scent) and lasts forever.