Poisoned Apple
A perfect, lovely, gleaming red apple whose sweetness masks a swirl of narcotic opium, oleander, and hemlock.
In imp: As described, a lovely apple with something bitter behind it.
On me: Oh man, the apple goes 'way, and the narsty stays.
Verdict: Gag.
Black Tower
A sepulchral, desolate scent. Long-dead soldiers, oath-bound; the perfume of their armor, the chill wind that surges through their tower, white bone and blackened steel: white sandalwood, ambergris, wet ozone, galbanum and leather with ebony, teak, burnt grasses, English ivy and a hint of red wine.
In imp: Dusty and rich
On me: Mostly woodsy
Verdict: Not really my thing.
Robin Goodfellow
Dark musk, moss-covered wood, ragwort, heather, and sage.
In imp: Wintery woods. I don't know why they're wintery. They just are.
On me: Pleasantly herby, but faint.
Verdict: Nice enough.
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A perfect, lovely, gleaming red apple whose sweetness masks a swirl of narcotic opium, oleander, and hemlock.
In imp: As described, a lovely apple with something bitter behind it.
On me: Oh man, the apple goes 'way, and the narsty stays.
Verdict: Gag.
Black Tower
A sepulchral, desolate scent. Long-dead soldiers, oath-bound; the perfume of their armor, the chill wind that surges through their tower, white bone and blackened steel: white sandalwood, ambergris, wet ozone, galbanum and leather with ebony, teak, burnt grasses, English ivy and a hint of red wine.
In imp: Dusty and rich
On me: Mostly woodsy
Verdict: Not really my thing.
Robin Goodfellow
Dark musk, moss-covered wood, ragwort, heather, and sage.
In imp: Wintery woods. I don't know why they're wintery. They just are.
On me: Pleasantly herby, but faint.
Verdict: Nice enough.
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