it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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BPAL: Darkness

(courtesy of Yoon)

BPAL Description:

The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them -- She was the Universe.

Bottled gloom; the essence of oblivion. Blackest opium and narcissus deepened by myrrh.

My Notes:

Vial:  Um. Some sort of cleaning fluid, I'm afraid.

Wet:  Myrrh. And musk. I swear. I swear this smells like musk. What's with that? Oh, there the florals come. Nice, rich florals too. Wow, it really does smell like narcissus.

In a good way. On a wet morning, when the sun is hot. 

Drydown:  Floral, sweet, with depth.

Dry:  It's sticking to the nice-ish floral, heavy, deep. Not a favorite, but I am content with it, for what it is. It's got a deep south summer night feeling to it.

So much for the cleaning fluid smell. 

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