Dark musk and black amber with frankincense, red sandalwood, neroli and bergamot.
If my husband spends every day for the rest of his life smelling like this, I will not complain. He might complain, though, because I'll spend too much time sniffing him. Oh my god.
The scent of sexual obsession, slavery to sensual pleasure, and the undercurrent of innocence defiled utterly. Amber and honey with a touch of vanilla.
Well, that's sort of overheated prose in the description. And yet... amber, vanilla, and then the honey somehow corrupts it. It's the weirdest thing. A nice mellow scent with these little moments of depravity and sex. I slept last night wearing this, and it was quite disturbing. How much of this was the power of suggestion in the description?
The mouse's sad and long tale
Vanilla, two ambers, sweet pea and white sandalwood.
Sweet and warm. What's not to like? This isn't a foody vanilla, but a creamy one.
Blackened sandalwood and misty lavender, with curling wisps of smoky tobacco, nag champa, and labdanum.
Head shop. It's been there for years, in your college town, and you remember buying your pipe there, and feeling nervous and naughty the whole time. Where did that thing go? Oh, right you threw it out the second time you moved cities to chase a job. So you buy a box of nag champa for old times, and burn one stick, and your SO complains about the smell. But you like it.
I have discovered my core taste in scent. I had thought it was vanilla, but it's not. If something has amber and musk in it, I'm a goner.