Granddaughter of Helios, Hecate's chosen: Medea was one of the greatest sorceresses of the ancient world. She is the embodiment of ruthless power, indomitable will and furious vengeance. Night-blooming cereus, black orchid, black currant and myrtle leaf enshrouded in the incense of Hecate's cypress and myrrh, and the dark rage of magickal labdanum and intoxicating poppy.
Vial: Hey! It doesn't smell like food! It doesn't in particular smell like florals, either, except in having a sort of sweet complexity. Yum.
Wet: This is a really complex, well-integrated scent. I can't in particular pick out individual notes, not even a top note. The bitter and sweet and resinous blend together for a result I would call chocolatey, almost--it smells nothing like chocolate, mind you, but it has that air of a seamless blend of a multiplicity of very different aromatics. This has the same scent that I fell in love with in "Queen Mab," which must be the black orchid. It's just delicious on me.
Drydown: If this doesn't go soap and powder on me, it's a keeper. It'll take some experimentation to decide if this one or Queen Mab is my favorite of the pair, but this is the clear winner of this batch so far.
Dry: Fades down to pleasant sweetness. It doesn't quite maintain that delicious complexity, but it's really nice.
Progress notes for 1 October 2005:
New Words: 2,200
Total Words: 4,750
Mammalian Assistance: Mebd colonized my desk, but was repulsed.
Stimulants: orange tea
Mail: A very positive, but more than somewhat spoilery, review of "Long Cold Day" at Tangent Online. Now, I just have to fret until my copy of Locus gets here and I can read the review of Scardown and Worldwired it contains. (I think my nomailman reads my Locii, as previously noted. I usually get them somewhere around the 20th of the month. Alas! Alackaday!
Today's words Word don't know: n/a
Words I'm surprised Word do know: n/a
Tyop du jour: "pettery"
Darling du jour: n/a
Books in progress, but not at all quickly: Ladislas Farago, The Game of the Foxes; The Adams-Jefferson Letters;
Books read: Alan H. Nelson, Monstrous Adversary
Mean things: salt water corrosion
Other writing-related work: I've bailed out an amazing amount of correspondence in the past few days. Now I must go do some chapbook work.
Interesting tidbits: I got four hours of sleep last night!