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I have a few unwanted BPAL imps, free to good home. Please note that my personal notes are because of testing in my own nose and on my own skin and YMMV.
I Died for Beauty
I died for beauty but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth, the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
The Venusian splendor of ylang ylang and violet stirred by hyssop, frankincense, and grave loam. [My personal spreadsheet comment: "Becomes a weird powdery sharp floral thing that I don't really like."]
Nuit
She is the Goddess of the Sky, one of the Ennead, daughter of the air [Shu] and water [Tefnut], lover of Geb and Hadit, the Eternal Mother, and the Receiver, Reviver and Protector of the Dead, whose loving, divine embrace shields our souls from annihilation. She is love, rapture, splendor, continuous and eternal birth and rebirth, infinite space, and the “the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night”. Nuit is Earth’s guardian, and shields her lover and her mortal children from the primeval chaos that threatens Existence. Her perfume is starry and crystalline, a jewel-clad and glittering paean to night: dazzling white musks, white rose and night-blooming jasmine with the soft moss of moonlit meadows, a waft of Egyptian incense, and a gentle breath of moonflower. [My personal spreadsheet comment: "Became something too sharp and "perfumey"."]
Phobos
Twin to Deimos and child of War, Phobos is the embodiment of terror and mortal fear. Chilling white musk, lemon verbena, white grapefruit and lemongrass. [My personal spreadsheet comment: "If I wanted to wear Murphy's Lemon, I would." This is definitely very lemony. Nothing offensive about it in the bottle, just not a scent I personally want to wear.]
Ulalume
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere -
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year:
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir -
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Starry white lilies lend an eerie brightness to the deep black wooded scents of cypress and oak, layered with a touch of crushed dried leaves and the faintest aquatic note. [My personal spreadsheet comment: "What I guess is the 'white lilies' is weird, heavy, too sweet, almost candylike. The 'watery note' isn't faint to my nose, it's rather dominant."]
I Died for Beauty
I died for beauty but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth, the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
The Venusian splendor of ylang ylang and violet stirred by hyssop, frankincense, and grave loam. [My personal spreadsheet comment: "Becomes a weird powdery sharp floral thing that I don't really like."]
Nuit
She is the Goddess of the Sky, one of the Ennead, daughter of the air [Shu] and water [Tefnut], lover of Geb and Hadit, the Eternal Mother, and the Receiver, Reviver and Protector of the Dead, whose loving, divine embrace shields our souls from annihilation. She is love, rapture, splendor, continuous and eternal birth and rebirth, infinite space, and the “the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night”. Nuit is Earth’s guardian, and shields her lover and her mortal children from the primeval chaos that threatens Existence. Her perfume is starry and crystalline, a jewel-clad and glittering paean to night: dazzling white musks, white rose and night-blooming jasmine with the soft moss of moonlit meadows, a waft of Egyptian incense, and a gentle breath of moonflower. [My personal spreadsheet comment: "Became something too sharp and "perfumey"."]
Phobos
Twin to Deimos and child of War, Phobos is the embodiment of terror and mortal fear. Chilling white musk, lemon verbena, white grapefruit and lemongrass. [My personal spreadsheet comment: "If I wanted to wear Murphy's Lemon, I would." This is definitely very lemony. Nothing offensive about it in the bottle, just not a scent I personally want to wear.]
Ulalume
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere -
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year:
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir -
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Starry white lilies lend an eerie brightness to the deep black wooded scents of cypress and oak, layered with a touch of crushed dried leaves and the faintest aquatic note. [My personal spreadsheet comment: "What I guess is the 'white lilies' is weird, heavy, too sweet, almost candylike. The 'watery note' isn't faint to my nose, it's rather dominant."]