Today from the Box of Squee: Grandmother of Ghosts
I'm going to start doing my perfume reviews here. Why not? No one reads my LiveJournal to speak of, and you all are here, tapping your toes, waiting for me to get done with my whatever it is I'm doing this week.
For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about already, here's the deal. I collect BPAL perfume. Some, but not all, of the proceeds here go toward my addiction. (Most goes toward advertising and hosting.) BPAL is just amazing stuff; Beth has a Gods-given nose, and her olfactory evocations of moods, gods, spirits, fictional characters and so on are unnervingly accurate. She does pirate scents, Alice in Wonderland scents (my favorite series), steampunk scents, erotic scents, Neil Gaiman scents (he's the
bastard person who tempted me into all this in the first place on his blog), Lovecraft scents, and more.
Once a month on the full moon she does a "lunacy," a scent to be worn on the next full moon and available only for the three days the moon is full. Right now there's a Lunacy up--two, actually, Hay Moon and Mead Moon. Ordered them both, couldn't stand it. Hay and honey, two of my favorite smells EVER. She does weird limited edition themes like the Shungas (19th century Japanese erotic prints), Atomic Luau (fruity drinks and tropical blooms), and the amazing Carnival Diabolique, which I won't even try to explain. And when there is an unusual occurance, like Leap Day or Friday the 13th, out will come a fragrance that will be available only on that day, for 24 hours. I'm a sucker for those, and I'm glad of it, because Sir's favorite, Frederick (named for "The Pirates of Penzance"), was the Leap Day scent.
BPAL comes most of the time in two sizes, 5ml and "imp's ears," which are the little sample tubes that hold about 1ml. I keep my imps in .38 caliber ammunition cases--they fit perfectly. I have probably close to 200 imps and about 18 bottles, though some are marked down to be traded. Of the 200 imps, I've "approved" about 50, some of which may grow up to become bottles. The ammunition boxes are called the boy box, for Sir's scents, the girl box, for my scents, and the squee box, for the ones I haven't tried yet. What I do most mornings is pick a scent from the squee box at random, and then I review it here.
Today's imp is Grandmother of Ghosts, described as:
Mania, Roman Goddess of the Dead, Matron of Madness, Governess of the Ancestral Spirits, Bestower of Divine Frenzy. Her scent swirls with a high-pitched tumult of laurel, stargazer lily, splintered woods, peony, mandarin and white musk, and is spiked with pale pepper.
Sir immediately said on smelling it, "I really like it--hey! It smells just like our favorite sex toy shop!" And it kinda does! My skin "amps" musk, and so I expected the musk to be predominant, especially on dry-down, but this comes off as more of a peony-and-pepper. G of G manages to be both soft and lively on me, and there may be a bottle in my future. Into the girl box.