So I warned you this post was coming, that my obsession with Arcana Wildcraft is still running strong. I follow Julia along on Facebook and Instagram and she posted about a 15 ml bottle of Two Finger Ballet. A 15 ml bottle?! I wanted one. I had never even smelled Two Finger Ballet. And then I saw Holy Terror came in a 15 ml bottle. I had never smelled that one either. Want to know my level of crazy? I bought both. Blind. Based on notes alone. I am a rebel. And...
And did my roll of the dice pay off? At $54 a pop... it certainly was no small thing to sneeze at.
But it did pay off.
Because I am smitten.
Holy Terror- Notes: Burning frankincense, sandalwood, deep myrrh, and dusty beeswax candles.
Smoldering euphoria. Fragrant offering. Just opening this amber flask of fragrance releases a honeyed plume of burning resins and woods that take flight and rise like the fuliginous spirits of ravens passing into the next realm. Dabbed fresh onto the wrists and crooks of the arms, sandalwood incense warm and thready weaves itself under my nose. Honeyed plumes of smoke cling to this corporeal being, absorbing prayers then lifting them skywards. Stygian smoke and resins are balanced by the antique burnished glow of the beeswax candles and powdery myrrh and honey. Mysterious, ancient, sweet smoke and incensed woods. This morphling shifts and undulates like a dancing flame.
Entranced by this potion. A stellar blind buy.
Two Finger Ballet- Notes: French vanilla creme, white amber, sugared vanilla beans, caramel, and the smallest dab of opium.
This name. Ooooooh this name. And OH! That dance. What a delicious tribute, that is just as drippingly sweet. In the vessel an enticing aphrodisiac of dulcet caramel and frothy vanilla cream pour forth in a stream of warm sticky sweetness. Just underneath lurks the hint that something darker may be in store. Caressed into the skin, moist and damp, the scent makes my mouth water. Caramel cupcakes, dense and rich and gooey, crowned with mounds of whipped cream frosting and a sprinkle of toasted cinnamon. As this tantalizing scent settles, it grows darker with cozy tonka beans and deep golden honey. Almost narcotic. The sultry ambered honey and vanilla creme turns innocently sweet at the tail end of its time. Bite and kiss. The last kiss smells of marshmallow vanilla.
Thrilled to have a big bottle of this vanilla laden dream.
Free samples in Breakfast in Hollywood (reviewed previously here) and Swashbuckler.
Swashbuckler- West Indies bay rum, scurvy-preventing limes, and a dark blend of spices.
Lurking in the vial,
Damp in the crooks of my arms and resting on my wrists, this swashbuckling pirate is redolent of dried lime peels and the burning black licorice and clove cigarette perched between his salt encrusted beard and hard edged upper lip. I could feel the cinnamon and clove warming and tingling my tender skin in the crook and I enjoy it. That sensation only lasted minutes. As the spicy spartan pirate mellowed on the skin, the vintage Bay Rum he used for his morning ablutions drifted forth in a virile, yet familiar, mist of Jamaican rum, bay leaves and spice. A subtle current of grassy vetiver and old wooden curls of cinnamon bark whorl on the trade wind pushing into my senses. The last token of his presence before he evanesced into the briny brume was a solitary scent trail of Bay Rum.
I really love Swashbuckler. I could totally see a full bottle being purchased with no regrets at all.
And I did purchase two more bottle, regular 5ml size this time... but you will have to wait and see what I picked up. Julia did have a buy 4 get a bottle of This Is Not The Carnival for free. I wanted to buy 4 at the time but I ended up talking myself down from the ledge and just picked up two bottles I was eyeing hard. Do you have any new fragrance additions in your home? Tried Arcana yet?