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Mlleghoul 6 days ago 2 1
Eurydice and La Femme Pendu in a Satanic VIP room
34 Bohemian Cafes from Thin Wild Mercury’s New York collection: You know, Orpheus went down to Hades to retrieve Eurydice, but he was a dumbass and couldn’t follow instructions; he looked back at her when he was expressly told not to, and then just like that, she was whisked away again. Poor Orpheus, I guess, but I feel like no one ever thinks about Eurydice. I mean, did she even want to come back? I think we imagine this terrible journey to unspeakable hell dimensions, but maybe … contemplate it…she was happy to be uncoupled from that dingdong and just be on her own? Imagine instead she got to hang out in an infernal coffee shop, double-fisting the most bitter espresso and a chipped glass of crisply caustic gin, wearing a deliciously pruney leather jacket, a blackened and dusty rose in her lapel, and being the sole audience for a mysterious entity singing jazzy French lounge horror ballads, just the unholy instrument of her smoky voice, the demonic feminine in heavy reverb. I don’t know why how Eurydice and La Femme Pendu got to be in the same Satanic VIP room in this perfume review, but I love this for them, for me, and for this dark, gorgeous fragrance.
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Mlleghoul 12 days ago 2
opalescent teacups brimming with electric indigo-hued elixir
A velvet-clovered clearing bathed in moonlight beckons in a bottle of Sora Dora's Mallow, and an otherworldy tea party awaits your arrival. Fairy princesses flit between giggling unicorns with diamond horns shimmering like scattered stars. Cloven-hoofed ballerinas pirouette, their laughter echoing with the clinking of opalescent teacups. Goblets glimmer and brim with an electric indigo-hued elixir redolent of raspberry-infused dewdrops, a soft, rosy flare of pink pepper, and the dreaming mysteries of deep purple violets--served with sugared crystals of amethyst and crystalline droplets of vanilla and heliotrope essences bespelled under a full moon. Or…perhaps it’s simply violet-flavored Koolaid with your shabby stuffed animals and your perpetual, childlike imagination. It’s lovely, it’s magical, and it’s both.
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Mlleghoul 17 days ago 2
whatever walked there, walked alone
Tempo conjures an atmosphere of dolorous elegance, patchouli’s murky woods and dusky loam, with a wraithlike metallic chill and an herbal shiver of something green and strange simmering underneath. It carries a disquieting heaviness, the shape of a feeling impossible to give voice to; like having to climb into bed with someone and tell them they’re dead. It also reminds me of this passage from Shirley Jackson's The Haunting of Hill House, "No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within… and whatever walked there, walked alone." This is a patchouli that has walked the long shadows of Hill House, has become lost in the thick, unspoken secrets of its notorious halls, and suffered its mad face in the growing darkness. This is a twisted, haunted patchouli that has seen some shit, but all the edges of that unnerving terror have been blurred by the creeping of moss, the settling of dust, and the softness of time and memory, of unreality and dream.
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Mlleghoul 23 days ago 2
soft woods with a sweet hobbity funk
Eidisis from Aesop is a melancholic, cedary soft sandalwood scent with a sweet, earthy Hobbity funk. A Hobbit who maybe stayed at home instead and never had an adventure, never became a barrel riding, troll tricking, goblin killing, elven cultural aficionado. A hobbit who never once left The Shire but who smoked his peppery pipeweed by his cozy hearth with his loamy feet propped on a hand-carved stool, who dreamed of giant eagles and great black bears and died comfortably in his bed with an adventure-shaped hole in his heart and a peculiar sadness he could never name.
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Mlleghoul 25 days ago 3 1
A cocktail created by Harry and Caresse Crosby
Beauté du Diable from Liquides Imaginaires is a heady cocktail created by a couple of eccentric bons vivants, something to celebrate an evening of decadent parlor games and general hedonism: an herbal froth of verdant absinthe, a heavy-handed crystalline pour of breathtakingly expensive gin, and a peppery crush of carnation petals– drunk copiously in smoky wood paneled secret rooms while a sweet, narcotic resin burns throughout the night, stinging the eyes and inducing a strange, mystical trance. In the morning, these self-indulgent socialites and muses of the devil send dearest Papa a telegram, demanding that he “Please sell $10,000 worth in stock. We intend to live a mad and extravagant life!"
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