I grabbed an imp at random from the flower pot in my quest to get through trying all the CD scents before they go away. So far, out of all these scents, I've committed to bottles of Habu, Grindhouse, Australian Copperhead, Illustrated Woman and Torture Queen. I have no idea how I'm going to afford them. But somehow, it'll work out.
Today it's The Blood Garden:
Vast open tents have been erected further down the lane. Ornately carved wooden poles support swaths of drooping black lace and blood-crusted burgundy velvet. Grapevines and ivy creep over the beams in the tent and curl like cocoons around bodies that hang upside-down in the caliginous gloom of the tents. Within the shadows, pale figures recline on divans covered in moldering, frayed fabric. As you pass, a feral, white-haired man hoists a tall-stemmed crystal glass of deep red liquid in a toast to you.
Blood accord, bitter clove, English ivy, Tempranillo grape, red currant, oak, leather, blackberry leaf, and ginger lily.
In the imp: Grape and red currant.
Wet: Grape, currant, oak and leather.
Dry: Head shop.
Eh. Into the giveaway box. Which is actually a relief.