The Scent of Bliss – Black Forest

Black Forest from Solstice Scents

The Official Description Sez:
Agarwood, Nagarmotha EO, Tobacco Absolute, Dark Chocolate, Milk Chocolate, Cocoa Absolute, Maraschino Cherries, Black Cherries, Hay Absolute, Sandalwood EO, Whipped Cream & a drop of Pink Peppercorn Essential Oil)

This is one of our first dual concept fragrances. It is meant to embody the luxurious decadence of black forest cake and the dark secluded imagery of the Black Forest in Germany. The focus was on rich exotic wood notes in lieu of conifer notes to represent the forest. Black Forest is very heavy on the woods. On initial application the cherries are detectable but they quickly fall into a chasm of deep dark notes that serve to tame the gourmand element of this blend. The agarwood and nagarmotha prop up the sweet notes and are the next to be discovered. Nagarmotha essential oil is a divine cross that strikes somewhere between vetiver and agarwood. It evokes a rare and precious wood note. The tobacco and hay absolutes are the next notes to emerge quickly after detection of the aforementioned notes. They wrap the other oils in a cozy, warm, dry and dusty blanket. This is the point where Black Forest turns most dry and smells like a humidor housing a very fine and exceedingly dark chocolate cherry pipe tobacco. The scent stays in this phase for a little while but as your skin warms it, the ethereal billows of the fluffiest whipped cream waft far in the background and sweeten the blend of woods to the point that it begins to smell like a wonderful unlit incense stick coupled with the pipe tobacco. The gourmand notes end up receeding tremendously though they are invaluable to the overall character of this scent. This is not a standard foodie scent. If you like dark fragrances with these notes, try this unusual and enticing fragrance. It is full of character and depth. After a few hours on the skin it turns a lot sweeter when the whipped cream note is most apparent but the woods keep it grounded and it stays a super delicious incensey scent.

TL;DR: It’s supposed to smell like the forest AND the cake.

After the fiasco with the Pharaoh scent, I was a little nervous as I was opening the bottle. Then it was actually open, and many of my fears subsided before the onslaught of CHOCOLATE that burst forth! Other smells swirled up around and under and through, but the chocolate was the strongest, central note. There was the sweetness of cherries and the scent of moist floury cake and the dry tang of freshly powdered sugar and holy crap you guys, this stuff smells GOOD in the bottle.

So I put it on my skin, hoping against hope that it wasn’t going to go sour the way Pharaoh did – because as you recall, that one was decent in the bottle too.

On my wrist, sugary cherries came to the forefront of this scent. Not like cherry syrup, but as cherries that have been lightly sugared. It was backed with a scent of dry cake, like a dark chocolate cake the second day after it’s been baked and cut. The chocolate scent faded back a little, though it was still fairly strong and central. It married well with the blossoming cherry notes.

As this scent dried, it faded to a sweetly powdery commingling of the cherry/chocolate smells – almost a floury sort of powdery. Hours later (and it’s now 10 hours later) the scent is still definite upon the skin, and retains that sweet, powdery scent. Looking at the product description, I’d imagine that’s probably the sandalwood playing nice with the tobacco and hay absolutes.

The OPD talks big about all the wood scents and wood oils, and while I’m sure they’re in there and offer strong backing, it’s the cake smells that are really at the fore of this scent. It was a delicious, indulgent treat to my senses, and a scent that, while I don’t think I’d have picked it out for myself (I tend to steer clear of blatantly sweet scents), I can definitely see wearing again.

The Scent of Bliss – Pharaoh

Pharaoh from Solstice Scents

The Official Product Description Sez:
This oil has been reformulated from the original blend as of 2013. It smells very close to the original, almost identical. Pharaoh is a fragrance comprised primarily of the long-established, popular and neutral scent of Egyptian Musk spiked with just a few drops of Frankincense Essential Oil and a splash of honey far in the background. It is a beautiful, very soft fragrance that is perfect for wearing when you’re looking for something understated and muted but would like to smell clean. It is a truly wonderful unisex fragrance that has a slight tinge of the exotic and is clean, fresh, mild, natural and has just the slightest hint of a floral. The frankincense is very soft and detectable solely upon application. After that, it takes a back seat and really is more of a note adding depth rather than one standing as identifiable. The honey is a very mild natural honey and does not contain the almond notes that other honey blends have.

Bllllaaaauuuugggghhhhh. I have a lot of words for this scent, but none of them are “clean” or “fresh” or “mild” or “floral. DX

In the bottle, it was truly intriguing. It was Sweet with hint of understated spice, warm – like fresh bread baked with cardamom in. There was just a whisper of something dark and dusky, like near-decaying moist vegetation overhanging the edge of the Nile.

Then I put it on my skin. It lost a lot of the sweetness, and that dark dank scent began to take over. It was like wet cardamom bread, with a hint of something waxy, something animal; the closest I could come was lanolin. It smelled familiar, but I couldn’t exactly place it, so this was when I went to actually look at the product description (which I usually don’t until I’m getting ready to make this post, to keep my impressions unskewed/unspoiled.

The scent I’d not been able to identify could only be the Egyptian Musk, and the longer I wore this oil, the more it took over, to the point where that was the only smell there was. It was strong, and thick, and I personally found it unpleasant. My only previous experience with animal musk was when my cat was in heat back in the day. I wasn’t even wearing this perfume for an hour when I started to get a headache, and all I could think about was feline estrus.

I only had it on for a little under two hours before, for the sake of my aching head and unhappy brains, I jumped in the shower to scrub clean.

Like always, this scent may react differently to your own body chem, but it’s awful on mine. I don’t want to smell like a horny cat. I don’t want to risk migraines from my applied scent. This one is most definitely in the Scents I’m Going To Give Away list, along with Nize Hat.

The Scent of Bliss – The Library

Library from Solstice Scents

The Official Product Description Sez:
Leather Bound Books, A Carved Rosewood Mantle, Dying Fireplace Embers, Wood Wainscoting, Cedar Shelving and Aged Paper

Twenty oils are combined to evoke the character of the exquisite library of the Manor. Ample wood shelving displaying countless works, primarily bound in leather, is found on all four walls of the library. A fireplace on the west wall features an intricately carved rosewood mantle and heavy dark wood wainscoting adorns the walls beneath the book laden shelves. Dying embers impart a soft smokiness in the room and the scent of aged paper and a worn brown leather armchair melds with the rich leather and wood notes.

Library begins as a robust woods and leather (brown and black) scent with strong smoky overtones on initial application but after a few short minutes it begins to soften into a realistic and complex fragrance that contains elements you’d expect to experience in the fine personal collection of the Manor. Library contains a blend of sandalwood EO and FO, agarwood, nagarmotha EO, choya loban attar, guaiacwood, Virginia cedarwood EO, leather, copaiba EO, benzoin EO, rosewood EO, Plai EO, western red cedar EO, rhododendron leaf EO, osmanthus attar and fragrance oils. The dry down features a combination of woods, leather, embers, dust and brittle paper with a rich lemony-rosewood finish.

Some scents are a liquid dream the very moment you open the bottle, a scent of utter perfection wafting out that you can’t wait to get onto your skin.

Not so, the Library.

I opened it eager for those smells of smoke and leather and wood… and I kind of got it. In the bottle it smelled of poorly cared-for acidy old pages and ink, of dark, unpleasant wood damaged by cleaning chemicals that edged toward cheap bug spray.

I really didn’t want to put it on my skin. But I did, because I know sometimes a perfume changes when it’s on the body. Wet on the skin, it actually got worse. It smelled like thickly applied heavy old varnish, cheap plastics, and even more like chemicals and bug spray. It was awfully harsh in the nose, very chemically. I wanted desperately to wash it off. But it was still wet, and I really wanted to give it a fair shake.

A new sniff ten minutes later gave me a little bit of hope. The harsh chemical scent had faded, and what hit the nose most was like leather that hadn’t been well conditioned. Time seemed to be helping, so I gave it more.

An hour later, it resolved into the scent that has carried through for the several hours since – a soft, subtle combination of aging pages releasing that dusky scent of vanilin (Lignum) and warm leather. There’s still a faint hint of varnished wood. It took a while to get here, but it’s quite a pleasant destination, I must say.

Ultimately, this scent ended up being a pleasant surprise after the initial impressions it had given me.

The Scent of Bliss – Nize Hat

Nice Hat from ZOMG Smells

It won yesterday’s vote, so I wore it today! (To vote for tomorrow, see the list following the review)

The Official Product Description Sez:
Because a nize hat deserves a nize scent, ja. Remember, however, that “nice” compares to “nize” the way a pleasant day by the sea compares to conquering that sea at the head of a flotilla of mighty clockwork sharks. We do not use “nize” lightly, oh no. This is a nize scent.

Ambergris, coconut meat, white cedar pitch, and olibanum.

They lied. This is not a nize scent. It’s also not a nice scent. It’s weird as hell and leave me feeling uncomfortable (though not to the point of needing an adult.)

Opening this bottle, I was assaulted by complicated smell. I know yesterday I said The Baron was complicated, but this is complicated in a completely different way. That was complicated due to the subtle intermingling of countless associations of power, domination, paperwork, and gentlemanly pursuits. This was complicated like a Jager let run wild in a haberdashery. It was like cotton cloth stored too long and permanently impregnated with the weirding sweetness of mothballs, overlaid with a collected miasma of roaddust and exotic spices, a drift of sandalwood… and cheap wax.

On the skin, as it dried and just after, that scent of cheap wax not only lingered, but began to dominate the other smells. Wax and the plastics found in 1980’s cheaptoy stores and candy shops – there was a sort of sweetness (dark cherry syrup?), that reminded me more than anything else of fluid-filled wax candies. Except wax fish candies. It’s weird – there was no overt fishiness to it, and yet there was an undeniable, quietly persistent undertone that kept making me think of bait and fishing. Ugh. (Having read the OPD since jotting down my impressions this morning, I can only think that someone hy mental pathways picked up the ambergris and made unexpectedly appropriate associations, me having grown up not just by the sea but in the family bait and tackle shop. There might likely be absolutely no such associations for someone who has spent little or no time around the fishing community.)

Now, at the end of the day as Nize Hat has had time to age, most of the parts of the scent that I wasn’t enjoying have subsided and even vanished. It’s still there, if I inhale my wrist, but it’s a very quiet smell, now. It’s like sweetly powdery rubber – like a very old, quietly disintegrating Superball. It’s actually a bit nostalgic.

I consider this scent less conquering the sea at the head of a floatilla of clockwork sharks than it is tempting whales to the surface to slaughter with said sharks, only to find the whales are made of candy and are only really useful for smokeless candles that burn long and low into the night.

Which is to say, I really didn’t like it. It’s the only one so far that I was tempted to go wash off, because while it wasn’t unpleasant, I just didn’t really enjoy it or the associations the smell brought forth. It’s currently at the bottom of the list of things I’ve tried, and topping the (newly created) List Of Scents I Will Be Happy To Give Away.

The Scent of Bliss – The Baron

The Baron from ZOMGsmells

It won the vote last night, so I wore it today!

The Product Description Sez:
Rich, complex, and powerfully masculine, the Baron is a scent to wear when conquering towns and administrating with a practical-minded, questionably benevolent hand. Bergamot, lavender, and amber mellowed by spiced rum, bay leaf, and cedarwood.

The only word I could really apply to it in the bottle was… complicated. Upon initial uncorking, there was just SO MUCH going on all at once (which isn’t surprising, seeing as how The Baron has his hands full with taming and unifying Europa and keeping peace with Britannia without letting Her Majesty see him as week OR a threat, not to mention the difficulties presented by his own brilliant and stubborn son…) It was woody, plant-tangy, with a sharpness that was faintly metallic, soothed by an exotic spice warmth.

Upon the skin, that combination of metallic and spiciness became all the more pronounced. The woody hit faded as it dried, the tanginess relaxed, and new notes came to the fore, warmer notes: leather, parchment, brandy. Even The Baron needs some downtime – or especially the Baron, if you really think about it, and he demands fine things for what little relaxation he can attain, between keeping a continent to heel beneath his high boot and the irritatingly recurring drama of family.

I applied this around half past eight this morning, so roughly twelve hours have gone by – and The Baron is definitely still there, without reapplication. I am a fan of a scent that can hold out for the long term. What I’m smelling now I suppose is the lavender and amber with a bit of the spiced rum and a hint of cedarwood. It reminds me of nothing so much as it does CBihateperfume’s In The Library, actually. I should do a One On Each Wrist comparison of the two some time.

Overall, I find The Baron to be even better than my expectations. It comes on strong in a good way, making it clear that it has a lot going on and no time to waste. As the day progresses, it quiets, subtles, smooths – becoming finer with age, if you will, and subsiding with watchful grace into administrative duties. Yet it never disappears entirely, and I caught hints of it hither and thither throughout the day. Watching me.

This is currently contending with Jäger #3 for Favorite Smell of the Set.

The Scent of Bliss – Jäger #2

Jäger #2 from ZOMGsmells

The product description at the site sez:
Two leafy mints, gnarly patchouli root, balsam, and a speck of black liquorice. Robust! This Jäger likes long walks in the woods, getting caught in the rain, and hitting things with other things.

Two leafy mints indeed! It’s hard to pick out what the mints are exactly; the overall impression is of old school unsweetened mint toothpaste dried on the edge of a porcelain porous sink in a granny’s bathroom. Not very Jägery.

Let me try that again.

On first opening to smell in the bottle, the two mints are all I can really latch on to – it’s as if the Jäger split in two and was using huge bundles of the mints to beat the hell out of each other inside the bottle.

On the skin, the mints were very strong, but there was more to it, a sort of damp earthiness – as if the mints-of-beating had been uprooted whole and dragged wet deep-forest loam up with the roots.

As it dries, it becomes unexpectedly subtle. After a few hours the mints have faded to a background, making way for a soft spicey/earthy combination of the patchouli root and licorice, with a hint of brightness from the balsam. The Jäger tired of the mint fight, snagged a bag of candies, and headed off into the rainwet woods to roam and hunt for a new fight.

This Jäger is surprising. I expected to thoroughly dislike it from the first wetsniff, but have ended up ultimately enjoying what it settles out into after the initial near-harsh blast of mint has gone by. I can see this being in rotation for a day-to-day scent, as long as I have a good half hour before I’m really around anybody, so it has time to dry. There isn’t much last to it, though – while yesterday’s scent (Jäger #3) was still delightfully sniffable on my wrists as I was falling asleep, this one I applied first thing after my morning shower, and again around lunchtime, and I’m having trouble catching the scent of it on my wrists now.

The Scent of Bliss – Jager #3

So last week, Eric Milliken was awesome. He’s awesome all the time, actually, but this time it was this flavor of awesome: “I’ve enjoyed your posts here for a long time. They frequently make me laugh which is worth a lot.”

And he decided it was worth buying me a particular set of Squees (1mL samples) from ZOMGsmells, one designed with Girl Genius in mind: http://www.zomgsmellsshop.com/girl-genius-collected-works-squees/

Poor bastard. He had no idea it was going to mean a week straight of me pestering every day to find out if it shipped yet. Now he knows what it is like to be a shipment tracking site at the other end of my refresh key!

They came today! dances happily in a circle

It’s a set of 9 squees in the following scents (and as a bonus, they sent me a Brownie In Motion scrub bar):
Jägers 1, 2,& 3
Nize Hat
Madboy
The Baron
Nuremburg Pudding Incident
Pirate Queen (on duty)
Pirate Queen (off duty)

I sniffed my way through four of them before I stopped myself; I want to do good proper reviews of them, which means limiting myself to one a day on clean skin.

I began with Jager #3, which is described on the site as follows:

A little dark, a little dirty, but with undeniable sweetness under the rough edges– this is a Jäger to watch out for. No Jäger is subtle, but this one approaches suaveness wearing elephant boots. Dangerously sexy. Olibanum, ginger, toasted cardamom, vetiver, and molasses.

The description is fantastically apt. The scent on first opening is like wet, sweet loam – dark and moist, with just a hint of the molasses. The dirt on the boot of a Jäger.

It smooths and opens on application to the skin. The dark, wet dirt scent is still there, but it’s the scent of dirt thick with freshly-growing spices. The molasses sweetness remains, but with a fascinating tang of the ginger and particularly the cardamom coming through. It’s the cardamom, I’m sure, that reminds me of a particular bread that I’ve only had a few times, thick and dense. The bread a courting Jäger might share with a sveethot.

After a while I catch hints of the olibanum floating through all of it. Almost floral, almost dusty – the hint of years of fight-strewn travel caught up in the brim of a Jäger’s hat.

I think I’m in lurve. I want to have this Jäger on my skin all the time!

The Scent of Bliss – Dead Writers

I splurged on myself to celebrate the release of Inner Workings. I used some small monies I had sitting in Paypal from selling a crochet thing I’d made, and picked myself up a bottle of Dead Writers perfume oil. I waited and watched, mostly not obsessively checking the tracking, and it came, and of course I opened it and put it on immediately!

I, uh… I don’t like it. 🙁

https://www.etsy.com/listing/108625077/dead-writers-perfumecologne-oil-5ml

The listing says it’s Tobacco, Heliotrope, Vetiver, Black Tea, Vanilla, and that it “evokes the feeling of sitting in an old library chair paging through yellowed copies of Hemingway, Shakespeare, Fitzgerald, Poe, and more. The Dead Writers blend makes you want to put on a kettle of black tea and curl up with your favorite book.”

This is not my experience of it. It’s very strongly sweet in the bottle, and much more lightly sweet on the skin. I’m not familiar with the scent of heliotrope or of vetiver, but as it doesn’t smell like tobacco or tea or vanilla to me I am guessing those are what I smell coming through strongest. Rather than evoking libraries and classic literature and tea, it evokes interesting old ladies picking through sunshiny antique shops with freshly-picked sprigs of lily of the valley tucked into the band of their hats.

It isn’t at all unpleasant, but it wasn’t what I was expecting and it’s not what I wanted. If you’re looking for something with the evocation mentioned by the seller, I would much more recommend that you check out the perfume In The Library from CB. http://www.cbihateperfume.com/in-the-library.html I have a 2ml bottle of it that, even using sparingly, I’m rapidly running out of.

Dead Writers is billed as being suitable for a man or a woman, and don’t let my assessment of it above deter you from trying it – your skin chemistry is likely to differ from mine, and your experience will be different.

You are loved.

In light of the events of the day (and the events of many days, though today more deliberately and starkly than usual) I find myself evaluating my parenting, particularly in terms of my personal response to emergencies, and my overall approach to the world.

I’m realizing that my response to this was, in essence, the same as one one of my lads got pushed by the other, and came to me with blood streaming down his face the other night. I gathered him in, held him close, took care of what I could, let him take care of himself when he took the tissues away from me, and after a cuddle I put him to bed where he belonged, with a kiss and a hug, and telling him I love him.

Today, when I found out what happened in Connecticut, I went into the living room where the lads were watching television with my mother, and sat on the couch. “Can I snuggle with you, mama?” asked the older boy, and of course I said yes. For a half hour or so I simply sat with him tucked under my arm, and his little brother sprawled across my lap, holding them close and letting them wriggle away when they wanted to.

I’m back at my computer now, having made them dinner, and am trying to wrangle in my focus on work. They’re enjoying a Friday night movie-and-pizza in the next room, and I’ll probably pop back in there again for more snuggles. Later there will be popcorn for dessert, and then likely the usual rigamarole of bedtime boo-hoos and idunwannas, which will be laid to rest with a story and a tucking-in and a kiss on the forehead. I will tell them I love them, and good night, because I tell them every night that I love them.

Something happened today, and it was something terrible. It’s something I cannot change. I cannot fix. I cannot offer the cold comfort of a stranger to anyone who was or is there. That piece of the world is out of my reach, and I have no control.

I have trouble with not having control. So I look at where I do have control.

I have the ability to not force my children to attempt to comprehend this event that is not immediately affecting them. They will probably learn about it when they’re older. I have control over giving them their dinner and some entertainment, and the evening routine to which they are used. Tomorrow they will probably snuggle me awake as I groan and ask them to go play quietly in their room for ten more minutes. We’ll get dressed and I will tell them I love them, and make them breakfast. We will see friends, and we will play. They will learn things about their world, because they learn things every day. They are always learning, and I love to teach them.

One of the things they’re going to need to learn is how to cope with the painful fallout of fear; my deep hope is that they learn from the way that I cope with their own pains, their own fears. Fear has a way of replicating and begetting itself, of becoming blame and accusation and more fear and more pain, terrible and cyclical and and and and and.

And I don’t like fear. I don’t like fear, or anger, or the sick clinch of my gut in bitterness and rage. I don’t like feeling wounded.

So I love them.

I love them and I heal them, or I give them room to heal themselves, and I love them.

To help the world, to even just help the boys, I must first help myself to simply let my heart be open. It does not mean that I am not sad. I take a deep breath and I breathe in the sorrow, and the fear, and I let it back out. I love. I love, and I relax myself inside, and I will not ball up tight inside myself with fear. That road is a tightening gyre that gets me twisted up and lost inside myself, and helps nothing, heals no one.

Even if I can do nothing concrete, I can love. Because love has a way of replicating and begetting itself, of becoming hope and strength and help and healing and and and.

And.

If you can see this, know this: you are loved.

One more reason I’d really like a teleporter

On Sunday afternoon, after a long afternoon of children’s party and swimming in the pool, I went indoors to check y mobile phone and discovered that it would not turn on. It took no charge, either plugged in to a regular socket, or plugged into my computer with a different cord, for any length of time. This in conjunction with the ‘e’ key on my laptop having been broken for a while, I figured it was time to head up to the Apple store the next morning.

I started off bright and… well, mid-morning, only to have a christmass tree of lights come on when I was partway up the highway. Pushing the gas pedal had no effect. I threw on my flashers and veered to the breakdown lane, discovering in the process that my power steering had gone. By the power of inertia, I rolled to the offramp, and came to a halt.

There was me, with two kids, on a sunny offramp, in a dead car.

With a dead phone.

I opened the hood and tied a plastic bag to my antenna to signal for help to the passing motorists. I lost track of how many passing motorists there were, looking at me, after 30. By the time a very nice man named Chris stopped, I was in tears. He was very kind, calling the state police for me, and giving my children bottles of water and gatorade from the back of his car. We stared into the engine compartment together, and he pointed out how the serpentine belt was slack, and told me that was likely the culprit, which is good because those are far cheaper than an alternator.

There was a spendy tow to the garage my family uses – I just HAPPENED to have on me a carefully hoarded sum of cash left over from a yard sale, plus enough pulled from two separate bank accounts, to cover it. I’m at least glad I WAS able to cover it. What do they do when you don’t have the money? Does the tow company keep the car on the truck?

My father came to pick my kids and I up from the nice air conditioned waiting room, and we proceeded up to get lunch and hit the Apple Store, where they resurrected my phone and Macguyvered a fix for my E key that saved me $200 – which is good, because as previously mentioned, I’d just spent that amount on the tow.

I’d been told on Monday that they’d know what the problem was by the next day. They only finally just called me, to tell me that the problem was in fact a massive leak in my power steering pump, which had sprayed fluid all over the belt, which slipped off. The pump and belt both need replacing, with labor and tax to the tune of half a grand.

So I’ve returned the Pick Your Things! Widget from the preorder sale to the left sidebar, so that anybody who wishes to purchase books to Help The Bliss can do so. The 20% discount for both books still applies, and you’ll still get the signing and the fun extras that were part of the preorder sale.

If you’ve already purchased books but still want to help, donations can be sent via PayPal to bliss.morgan@gmail.com – or messages of floatyhearts and cheering-up can go to bliss@callmebliss.com

Thank you.