An infusion of incalculable power and irresistible temptation. Truly an exercise in megalomania and self-gratification: frankincense and cinnamon, darkened by violet.
Vial: Frankincense, cinnamon, and violet. *g*
Wet: The scents blend into a strong sort of pungency, and I can't pick out individual notes.
Drydown: Sharp and a little bitter, without the warmth I was expecting from the cinnamon or any real sweetness from the frankincense. The bitterness/pungency starts to fade off. Oh, *there's* the cinnamon.
Dry: Hmm. Mostly frankincense, with overtones of other things. Oddly enough, my right wrist smells more like violets, and my cleavage smells more like cinnamon....