Low Key Lyesmith

loki edge“Black clove and cassia flung onto glowing cinders and mingled with slow-dripping poisons.”
Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s description beats even my purple prose–but it’s spot on.

Bright green leaves with that black currant sting, then–CLOVES. Big loud sweet woody spice, with a breath of smoke and an unnecessary dash of dirty cinnamon. After an hour it dries down to powder, a smudge of gingerbread dust and vanilla on the skin.

More insidious than godlike, but definitely good for tricky witchery.


Here’s an insidious witchy song with an awesome Bond-girl vibe.

Winter Delice

winter deliceThis is what Santa wears when he’s visiting a naughty house, because they’re a little nice, too, aren’t they?

Manly gingerbread cookies left under the tree.
Bright fir, fresh cut, leaking sticky pine pitch, and spice–baked ginger, ground cloves–with a syrupy base of resinous vanilla musk.

Long lasting in personal space, balsam trails with with brown sugar rubbed into the skin. Unisex, but should be worn by St. Nick types with big beards and twinkling eyes.

I like the candle even better. The pine takes center stage with a fruity note of cranberry, backed up by some smoky rose infused tea.
My house smells like a present–I’ve been a good girl this year.


Merry, merry.

 

Cocoa Woods

cocoa woodsThe opening of this one smells exactly like the Jewish bakery on Montague Street on Hanukkah, the windows fogged with the scent of chocolate and poppyseed hamantaschen, and red jelly donuts–
–but then the sequoia note pulls it out of feminine gourmand territory and gives it nice depth.

Good sillage, and the dry down is amazing–a masculine woody cocoa powder that lasts forever on clothes.
My new favorite of the Nest line.


L’Chaim!

 

Nirvana Amethyst

nirv amethWeird–sugar cookies that have been dropped in the dirt.

There’s tobacco, but it’s muddy–cigarette butts left out in the rain.
And there’s honeysuckle, but they’re kind of bruised, like the sun shone too hot.
The spice is nice, powdered ginger and cloves,  a soft baking mix for shy cooks.

Stays close, grubby sweets snacked on in private, but lasts all day.
I can’t explain why I like it, but I do.


This Nirvana cover is also weird and sweet.

Xeryus Rouge

xeryusIn the summer it’s eye-watering: all the hot sauces at the taqueria–tabasco, nopales salsa verde, pico jalapeño–uncorked and spilled over the table.

In the winter it cools down, becomes herbal, sweet bell peppers with a touch of rose on a base of cedar and metallic musk, but it’s no less potent.


Xeryus Rouge came out in in the mid nineties, along with this sweet spicy tune from Cuba.

Yog Nog

yog nog edgyA big mouthful of Buttered Popcorn flavored Jellybelly beans, sticky sweet and stuck in the teeth for hours.
Later, powdered sugar and clove dusted gingerbread crumbs cling to shirt cuffs.

Fun, like that holiday party at the boss’s house that you weren’t expecting to enjoy–but I’d do better with it as a candle. It’s too sweet for me to wear on my skin.


By the Weather Girls, who brought you It’s Raining Men:

Timbuktu

timbuktu

Sophisticated and warm–leans to the yang rather than the yin–it’s got outward force, this stuff.

Sweet spice at the opening, with a hint of rose, that settles into resinous green incense, heavy on the vetiver. Soft patchouli projection for half the day, with honey cardamom on the skin.

Has really nice organic alpha notes, with none of the usual chemical musks–for days when you need a little more power in the flesh.