Sometimes, the name of a scent will just put me off trying it until the very end. Such is Pickled Imp. I mean, Pickled Imp. Seriously? They seriously named a perfume Pickled Imp. It didn't sound appetizing, so I left it till very near the end of this set of decants.

And yet, the description, with the unfortunate scholar's notes, is intriguing for a vanilla lover like me:

By God, what floats in this ghastly jar?
Cinnamon, clove, vanilla, and pine sap.

In the unpickled imp, as it were: Cinnamon with an odd twist to it--I think the pine.

Wet: Oooh, vanilla, cinnamon and clove, light on the cinnamon!

Dry: The pine is coming out more, but on the whole this is a spiced vanilla. As it sits, the cinnamon is pushier and the pine makes things very odd indeed--I keep getting leathery notes now and again as it meshes with the spices and vanilla.

This could be unisex and I may slather it on Sir just to see what happens. He's been happy with his little decant of Blockhead (MUST.HAVE.BOTTLE.) and the bottle of Hellhound on My Trail.

Speaking of which, I'm rather unhappy with my recent bottle purchases. I have two bottles of Chaos Theory which I'm not loving and bottles of both Lune Noir and Schwarzer Mond that I'm not mad about, either. They're not bad, I just don't think they're me. And Sir actively dislikes Schwarzer Mond. I think I'm going to be going through my big bottles and putting them up for swap/sale. Does anyone here care to know when I do?