#n: jasmine sambac

[myscentarchive]

11 11 Azure - Lake & Skye

Eau de Parfum - 2 ml (atomizer) Fragrance Oil - 2 ml (dabber)

Notes- TOP: Water, Hyacinth, Bergamot, Dewy Greens MIDDLE: Lotus Blossom, Orris, Indian Jasmine Sambac, Neroli BASE: Blue Amber, Oakmoss, Indonesian Patchouli, Musk

Gender: Unisex Blue skies, Azure waters, meet 11 11 Azure. Inspired by the sheer power and boundless energy of the ocean, this scent is an aquatic take on our classic 11 11 fragrance. With notes of water accord, lotus blossom, and blue amber paired with our signature musk, this sophisticated scent is a bright and fresh extension of 11 11.

We like to think of it as the ultimate wearable good luck charm. Use it to manifest strength and confidence in all that you do. Wear it on its own or layer it with 11 11. 

[shintaru]

Knb | signature scent pt.3

Pt.1, pt.2

Atsushi Murasakibara

TOM FORD

Lost Cherry Eau de Parfum Fragrance

Fragrance Family: Warm & Spicy

Scent Type: Warm & Sweet Gourmands

Key Notes: Black Cherry, Tonka Bean, Almond

Fragrance Description: Lost Cherry‘s candy-like gleam of exotic black cherry and liqueur touched with teasing almond gives way to a Turkish rose and jasmine sambac blend that penetrates the senses. The full-bodied perfume attains fantasy-like levels of insatiability.

About the Fragrance: "Like the plump fruit waiting to be eaten, Lost Cherry is powerful and insatiable. Notes of cherry liqueur and a touch of bitter almond drip into its heart, glossing it with a candy-like gleam."—Tom Ford

Tatsuya Himuro

Armani Beauty

Acqua di Giò Profondo Eau de Parfum Spray

Fragrance Family: Earthy & Woody

Scent Type: Citrus & Woods

Key Notes: Marine Notes, Cypress, Musk

Fragrance Description: Acqua di Giò Profondo is a long-lasting men’s cologne that blends salty marine notes and addictive essences of cypress, lavender, and rosemary. This men’s perfume rounds out with subtle patchouli and musk notes to explore a new dimension: the deep sea. Acqua di Giò Profondo is refillable in all formats.

Seijūrō Akashi

TOM FORD

Tobacco Vanille Eau de Parfum Fragrance

Fragrance Family: Warm & Spicy

Scent Type: Woody Spices

Key Notes: Tobacco Leaf, Vanilla, Ginger

Fragrance Description: TOM FORD reinvents classic tobacco with creamy tonka bean, vanilla, cocoa, dry fruit accords, and sweet wood sap for a modern, opulent, and heady impression of confidence and power.

About the Fragrance: "Tobacco Vanille is opulent, warm, and iconic. Reminiscent of an English gentleman‘s club and blended with rich spices, vanilla, and tobacco flower, it leaves a powerful impression."—Tom Ford

Reo Mibuchi

TOM FORD

Noir Extreme Parfum Fragrance

Fragrance Family: Warm & Spicy

Scent Type: Woody Spices

Key Notes: Cardamom, Amber, Tonka

Fragrance Description: A bold intensification of the original scent, Noir Extreme Parfum merges amber, spices, and woods, evoking the private, daring aspects of the Noir man.

About the Fragrance: An intensification of the original Noir Extreme scent, Noir Extreme Parfum breathes a heightened concentration of spicy cardamom, spiked with the warmth of Shimoga ginger, and the rich sensuality of tonka bean and guaiacwood.

Makoto Hanamiya

Valentino

Uomo Born in Roma Green Stravaganza Eau de Toilette

Fragrance Family: Earthy & Woody

Scent Type: Citrus & Woods

Key Notes: Bergamot, Coffee, Vetiver

Fragrance Description: A fougère fragrance for men born from the abundant gardens of Roma. This ambery cologne opens with the zesty freshness of bergamot and blends with rich coffee accords and sustainably sourced vetiver for a long-lasting, aromatic scent.

About the Fragrance: As the sun rises and shines over the eternal city, this men’s cologne takes you on a bold adventure into the extravagance of Roma and the many vibrant ways to be you.

[chanel-perfumes]

Fragrance Review: Dior J’Adore Infinissime

My relationship with Dior J’Adore Infinissime has been a trip, from significant regard to doubt. While I will frequently like them, late conveyances like the plasticky Satisfaction, dumbfounding Delight Outrageous, and brutal Miss Dior Rose N’ Roses left me unsure. Regardless, the latest J’Adore flanker, J’Adore Infinissime, enjoys reignited my benefit. It offers an exceptional bend to the J’Adore line, with a sparkling, bloom vibe and a cutting edge blend of jasmine and tuberose sambac, as Gucci Bloom. The fragrance features dull, musky, smooth, warm, vanillic meanings, going with it an upscale and mature choice. Regardless of being less versatile than the main J’Adore, its limited sillage and refined air make it stick out.

J’Adore Infinissime is a striking extension to the J’Adore line, offering a significant, white herbal experience. A smell for those with complex, non-bubblegum tuberose aromas, with a persevering through impression no matter what it’s somewhat fast haze. J’Adore Infinissime, by and large, is a sharp, complex aroma that adds a clever touch to the J’Adore line, intriguing to lovers of significant, white bloom fragrances.

You read more infomation about this product click here

[cleolinda]

Black Opium Extreme (Yves Saint Laurent, 2021)

A relatively quick review today, although I may do a What Is [This Note]? follow-up later:

I cannot in good conscience review the original Black Opium. The only time I tried it, I was in an Ulta getting sprayed by an enthusiastic sales associate (we actually bonded over our shared perfume fixation), and I was already covered in HYPNOTIC POISON and Angel. The one thing about Black Opium that came through was a shrill pear note that drowned out everything else, which is really saying something.

So, when I read that the Black Opium Extreme flanker (not to be confused with Intense, Neon, Illicit Green, Nuit Blanche, Floral Shock, or... Baby Cat? ) really focused on the gourmand notes, I thought, let me give this a try. I don't even like coffee, but surely, anything will be better than the Screaming Pear.

Extreme, per the YSL site: "A shot of adrenaline from extra black coffee is paired with luminous ultra-white flowers, set against a base of sweet, earthy patchouli and heady vanilla. This exhilarating amalgamation of ingredients makes for an intense and long-lasting women’s scent; crafted by Nathalie Lorson, Marie Salamagne, Olivier Cresp and Honorine Blanc."

Now, according to Fragrantica, the original Black Opium has pear, pink pepper, orange blossom, coffee, jasmine, bitter almond, licorice, vanilla, patchouli, cashmeran, and cedar (obviously, I need to order a sample and retry this in earnest).

The newer Extreme variant only has coffee and cacao (specifically, as the top notes you would smell first), jasmine sambac, orange blossom, bourbon vanilla, and patchouli. It's much simpler, it's less woodsy, it's unpeared. I don't even like coffee, but I bet it smells really good with the vanilla and cacao; I'm so hype to try it.

It smells like jasmine.

That's all.

Remember how I told you that jasmine loves me? That I amp tuberose—a similar white floral—like a motherfucker? Yeah. This is 10,000% not a criticism of the perfume itself; I'm saying that my skin chemistry ate all the other notes and breathed out J A S M I N E like a flower-hoarding dragon. The orange blossom might be twined in there, but I can't actually tell it apart at this point. I was so disappointed. I wore Extreme three times; I begged it for some coffee and chocolate notes, I pleaded. After more than two hours of wear, I managed to get it to cough up a mere base of vaguely mocha vanilla (it was very nice) underneath the white floral. I have not yet been able to get anything to come out more clearly than that.

I actually did enjoy wearing it because I do like jasmine, don't get me wrong. But this perfume has six (6) notes in it, and I can only get, like, two and a half to come out. I bet it would be great layered with a coffee or chocolate fragrance; several indie companies offer single notes like that (maybe I can put on a mocha fragrance and just think about jasmine real hard). Black Opium Extreme has been, more than anything, an object lesson in the vagaries of skin chemistry for us. If white florals tend to come out really strongly for you, be warned—or, hell, this might be exactly what you want.

[velvetmel0n]

Jasmine Sambac

Summary: You decide to surprise your sugar daddy when he has a late night at work

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 9k+. Don’t look at me like that.

Warnings: Sugar daddy!Cassian/sugar baby relationship, age gap probably? don’t worry Reader is at least somewhere in her early/mid twenties it’s fine, spanking, it’s Cassian but with Félix’s hair, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, little bit of dom!Cassian, mutual pining, unrequited (or is it?) love, bit of cum play, the old trenchcoat surprise lingerie trick, unspecified job titles, rough sex, angst if you squint, exactly ONE instance of daddy kink because c’mon he’s a sugar daddy I had to

A/N: If you’ve been wondering where I’ve been the last few days, this fic has consumed my life.

@damerondjarin @okay-hotshot @poeticandors @tintinwrites @darksideofclarke @acomplicatedprofession @lesqui @himbopoes @winters-buck @duamuteffe @ah-callie @paniclana @huliabitch @yougottakeeponkeepinon @halfwaythereroyal @leahsafae @myguysbsmokin @qveenbvtch @queenofheavenandhell @pascalispedro @agentpike @arcadianempress  @beskars @slfreya​ full disclosure I have no idea who to tag for this

Your cell phone is mocking you.

 It’s sitting on the stool you had dragged into your tiny bathroom and it’s been glaringly silent the entire time you’ve soaked in your small bathtub. The water has gone tepid at this point and the ache in your legs from being on your feet all day has faded away, clouds of Epsom salt-scented steam are still hanging in the air and your cell phone is silent.

It had barely been a week since you’d last seen him and already you feel yourself missing him, an almost physical ache that manifested somewhere in the first days without him and it’s stayed with you— you miss his touch, the sound of his voice. You even miss the smell of his cologne and how it rubs off on you, how it follows you home to the shoebox apartment you won’t let him buy you out of.  

The water sloshes around you as you crumble, lapping dangerously at the edge while you reach for the towel to dry your hands before you grab your phone. You open your conversation with Cassian, leaning back against the slick tiled wall as you read through the last series of messages. Your heart flutters, maybe stupidly, at the words on your screen. At the promises he makes of what he’s going to do to you or the gifts he’s going to give you, the food he says he’s going to feed you. 

Just like the last time you checked, you have no new messages from him— just his customary good morning message that he sends you at an ungodly hour almost every day, the timestamp from today’s reading 4:47am. Not for the first time you wonder if he doesn’t sleep well, trying to mask the concern as curiosity as it looms to the front of your mind. You wonder if he’s stressed, if he’s been losing sleep over the business deal he’s mentioned to you a handful of times when you ask about his work and you feel your heart twist in your chest at the thought of him still cooped up in his office at this hour. 

Your teeth dig into your lip as the idea begins to ignite in your mind, an idea that you’ve been playing with ever since your arrangement with Cassian had been cemented what feels like ages ago and you can’t shake it. You don’t have work tomorrow or any prior engagements, there’s no real reason why you shouldn’t. There’s nothing concrete that you can hang onto as an excuse to not go, as if your burgeoning feelings will wash down the drain with the bathwater as long you ignore them, as long as you don’t feed them.

Your thumbs move before you can think better of it, asking if he’s still at the office. Your phone clatters back onto the stool as you stand and wrap yourself in a fluffy towel—  one gift that you had bought yourself and you drain the tub. When the water hiccups you can still feel a slow, stubborn warmth suffusing you at the thought of him.

You try not to think about your phone as you dry yourself, trying to take your time and wick every drop of moisture away from your supple skin. The Epsom salts had drawn the aches and pains from your limbs and had softened you to an extent, but it’s not enough, not if you actually go through with the scheme that’s unfurling, becoming more and more extravagant as the moments pass. If you’re going to do this at all you’re going to do this right. And that means breaking out the body oil.

You crouch in front of your sink and pull the cabinet drawers open to be met with a small army of glass bottles full of perfumes and oils that you��ve deemed too special, too decadent for daily use— but this is a special occasion. You fish out a bottle from the back, careful as you grip it. The oil looks barely used because it is, one you reserve even more than the others because it’s one of your favorites.

And Cassian’s.

You’re smoothing the oil along your legs, forcing yourself to take your time with the act and making sure you pay attention to each part of you when your phone dings, loud and shrill. It cuts through the jasmine fog you’ve created around yourself and somehow your stomach drops at the same time your heart leaps, lodging itself in the back of your throat.

You pretend not to notice the way your fingers tremble as you pick it up, a miniscule thrill arcing through you at the sight of his name on your screen. You know it’s pathetic that his name is enough to do this to you and it makes you feel a little like a schoolgirl with a crush on her professor, complete with breathless anxiety at the thought of seeing him again.

Still here. I’m sorry baby, I was planning to take you out if I finished early enough.

You imagine him sitting at his big desk in that big office of his, hunched over files and his computer as he tries to iron out details and numbers and whatever else it is that makes business deals work in practice. You know he keeps his hair slicked back for work— one of your favorite things to do is run your fingers through it but you think that he must have already done that for you, agitation making him break that perfect image of his. 

You smile to yourself, sit your phone face down on the sink to resist the temptation. You finish oiling yourself, making sure to dab extra onto your pulse points in lieu of perfume. Behind your ears, in the hollow of your throat. Between your breasts and on your wrists. 

You choose your lingerie next, all silk and lace and buttery fabric between your fingers as you slide it over your skin. Your mind is running rampant, excitement flaring hot and bright in the pit of your stomach as you wrap yourself up like a present and daydream about the look on his face when he sees you, how he’ll react. 

The doubt only surfaces when you’re buttoning your coat, starting to curdle the butterflies in your stomach— because what if he’s annoyed with you showing up without a word? What if he just wants to power through his work before he calls it a night and you throw a wrench into it? But...he has confided to you in the past that he doesn’t know how to stop working, that sometimes he wishes he knew how to actually take a break. You’d seen Cassian in action on multiple occasions, had even rubbed his shoulders for him as he took conference calls on what was supposed to be a day off. 

This is the thought you cling to as you slice into a loaf of bread to make him a sandwich, meats and cheese and pickles all laid out on your cutting board when your phone dings again, this time from the pocket of your coat and again his name is on your screen.

Baby?

You’re at the front of his mind now and the edge of your worries smooths a bit even as you stop yourself from texting him back. Regardless of what happens, if you step into his office to see him tired and wanting to finish his work, only staying long enough to give him a kiss and tell him to eat his food, you want this to be a surprise. 

You layer the condiments and the ingredients together, toasting the sandwich off and wrapping the finished product in wax paper and then into a brown paper bag and all of a sudden you’re ready to leave. You check and re-check your buttons and the belt of your coat, thankful that there’s enough of a chill in the night air that no one will look at you sideways for wearing something that’s all done up and falling below your knees.

You take a deep breath, the little hairs along your arms and on the back of your neck standing up and you worry your lip, and call your taxi from in front of your building, the butterflies starting to swarm up again from somewhere deep in your stomach. If you’re being honest with yourself you had always wanted to do something like this, had always wanted to have someone that you wanted to surprise like this.

His company’s building is almost empty but the security guard who lets you in smiles and greets you by name— just as you do him. He teases you for being sweet on his boss, something you can’t deny and it makes you fluster. It’s the only explanation for why you had suddenly appeared on the list you imagine he has, your name one that’s waved through despite the odd hour even if the true nature of your relationship with ‘Mr. Andor’ is one that’s kept secret, only known between the two of you.

When the guard goes to buzz Cassian and let him know you’re here you stop him, all bashful smiles and holding up the lunch bag as if it’s some kind of defense, a shield for your ulterior motives. “I want to surprise him, he works too hard.” You admit and share a good natured chuckle with the older man when he readily agrees with you. He’s been with Cassian for years and this is far from the first night he’s stayed late.

Though this is the first time anyone has brought him food, and he makes sure to tell you that. 

You’re still thinking about it as you ride the elevator up to the top floor, but the sight of such a large building empty aside from security personnel with all non essential lighting turned off is something eerie. It makes your skin crawl and you regret all those horror movies you like to watch, convincing yourself that because you watch them during the day it won’t be as bad as if you were watching them in the middle of the night. 

You try to think of Cassian instead to assuage the chills that are creeping up the back of your neck, telling yourself to give the horror movies a rest for a while, and as the elevator climbs higher it begins to work. Your heart starts to beat a little faster, your breaths shallowing and you find yourself grinning to yourself as the doors open. 

It’s empty, as expected, and you can see the closed door of his office as you step out, the route through a small seating area and past the secretary’s desk one you have memorized and your blood begins to heat with each step you take. You pause outside his door, blowing out a slow breath and raising your hand to gently knock. You hear nothing on the other side of the door and instead of knocking again you reach for the handle and step in.

Cassian is seated at his desk just like you had imagined him, washed in warm light while the lights of the city below are sparkling like stars behind him. At the sound of someone entering his head shoots up and his eyes widen, only to melt into something softer and warmer as he recognizes you and leans back in his plush leather chair. “What are you doing here?” He doesn’t sound accusatory— he sounds curious. 

He watches you with dark eyes as you lock the door before you walk further into the room and you feel a smirk growing on your lips as you drop the lunch bag into one of the chairs placed opposite of him, his eyes barely straying from you. “I brought you dinner,” You say it simply, nonchalantly— as if your fingers haven’t untied your belt and gotten to work on the first buttons of your coat at the same time. You work carefully, making sure nothing more than a sliver of skin is revealed as you work your way down the front.

“And what did you bring me?” His eyes don’t leave you, watching with rapt attention as you deftly undo button after button. You feel yourself start to flush underneath his scrutiny, drinking in the sight of his brows furrowing and him sitting up in his chair. You wet your lips, gripping the lapels of your coat for a long moment. To draw it out or muster the courage needed to actually drop the thing in the middle of his office you don’t know because all you can see is how he’s looking at you now, shifting his weight onto his forearms as he leans on his desk for a closer look at you. 

“Me.” You grin then, your residual insecurities being drowned by the thrill of it all and the heat of his gaze, and your coat falls in a crumpled heap on the floor. 

Goosebumps cover your body at the noise he makes, a low groan from somewhere deep in his chest and you feel your nipples peak against the lace of your bra— if you can even call it one. The garment seems almost purely decorative, doing more to show you off than it does to conceal. He shifts in his chair, leans back again and rubs his hand over his chin, over the short hair that you’ve come to crave rasping over your skin. 

You see his eyes go heavy as you saunter around his desk, trying not to grin too brightly because for all the nerves you had getting ready and in the elevator, you don’t think you’ve ever felt better in this moment with his eyes all over you like he can’t decide where to look, his hand gripping the arm of his chair and shifting his weight. 

He stands before you can slide yourself between his legs and he’s so close you feel the warmth coming off of him, the cologne you had daydreamed about swirling around your head and you can’t help yourself from taking a deep breath of it. He moves slowly, dipping his face into the crook of your neck and you think you feel his eyelashes flutter against the delicate skin, no doubt smelling the jasmine you so lovingly doused yourself in. You do your best to stay still, even as you feel his large palms sliding along your sides, gripping your hips over the lace and silk he finds there. 

When he finally raises his head his eyes are so dark that they’re almost black, swallowing you up whole. “And you think you can just interrupt me?” His words are quiet and his accent is more pronounced than it was only moments ago. It’s one of your favorite things about him, how his voice sounds. You love how it doubles and triples in weight and you would be lying through your teeth if you said one of your goals isn’t to have him speaking another language by the time you leave the building. It’s the same goal you have every time you see him.

“I wanted to see you, Daddy,” You try not to smirk, you really do, when you reach up to give the open collar of his dress shirt a little tug, playing at fixing it. You know exactly what game he’s playing and it makes your heart race because you know what’s coming next— your mouth might even be watering for it.

“Bend over the desk.” He says it softly. He says it softly enough that it almost doesn’t sound like the order it is but he squeezes your hips to emphasize his point, his fingers indenting the soft flesh and you almost melt right there. 

You nod, wetting  your lips as he shoves the files on his desk to the side and he doesn’t seem to care as they clatter to the floor. You arrange yourself in front of his desk with your legs spread and bend over at the waist, bracing your weight on your forearms and the muscles in your belly are already clenching when you feel him step up behind you.  He runs his hands lightly over your sides and you almost fold in on yourself when he hits that one spot underneath your rib cage, the one that’s the almost-but-not-quite kind of ticklish that just makes the hair on your neck stand up and your muscles quiver. 

Your eyelids flutter and you try your best to stay still as he pets you, ghosting his hands over your hips and your backside, teasingly slipping a finger underneath the elastic of your panties and letting it snap back against your skin. Your back arches in response and you bite your lip, the anticipation almost enough to make you moan.

 “Just look at you, dirty girl,” He murmurs from behind you and you think you can feel the fabric of his slacks if you concentrate hard enough, the touch maddeningly fleeting and you have to keep yourself from pressing back into him, from rolling your hips in an effort to entice him. You know from experience he’ll just make you wait longer if you do but it does nothing to dull the ache that has flared to life between your spread thighs. If anything the knowledge just makes it burn hotter. 

“Coming all the way here in lingerie I bought you and nothing to cover it except that flimsy coat,” His words are scolding but his hands are still gentle on your skin. “Anyone could have seen you, do you know that? Anyone could have seen what is mine,” If someone had told you six months ago that you would be dissolving into Cassian Andor’s desk at the sound of his voice in your ear, at the sound of him taking verbal possession of you, you would have laughed in their face. 

And yet here you are, trying to concentrate on your breathing and trying not to shake, waiting for his next move with bated breath. He has to know what it does to you when he calls you his. His anything. His baby, his girl. There’s been a handful of times where he’s called you his darling outside of having sex and it makes your heart race each and every time. He has to know. 

But then he leans over you and you can feel his shirt drag along the bare skin of your back and the cold press of his belt buckle and then you can’t think of anything else. His breath skates over your ear and your teeth dig into your lip, your eyelids fluttering as you try to listen to what he’s saying. 

“For every one you don’t count, you get five more. Okay?”  If someone had told you six months ago that you would want to be spanked, that you would crave the burn to the point you thought about it at night, that would make you whine, you would have laughed them out of the building. But here you are. Here you are and the way he’s making it sound in this context, like it’s a punishment for interrupting him or going out in lingerie with the only thing protecting you from flashing the wrong person being one measly coat, is only cranking you hotter.

“Yes,” Your voice almost gets stuck in your throat and slips through your teeth in a hiss because he’s pressing his hips forward and you can feel the wood digging into the front of your own and all you want to do is press back. You don’t realize your mistake until he hums behind you, low in his throat and sounding as disappointed as a hum can be and he squeezes your hip in something that might be a warning. 

“Yes what?” You can’t stop the shudder that wracks through this time, just like you can’t stop yourself from leaning back into him, a small whine tumbling from your lips.

“Yes, Cassian,” Cassian. Somehow calling his name makes the room feel hotter and the air heavier because it’s intimate. There’s no sir, no generic, false title to hide behind when you’re together, nothing you can use to distance yourself from him. No corner of your mind that isn’t consumed by him. 

“Good girl.” You feel his lips behind your ear in a quick kiss, his beard just barely scratching your skin and you want it everywhere. He’s straightening up, taking a step back from then you mourn the loss of his heat. Your breathing picks up and you shift, reaching up to grab the edge of his desk in a vain attempt to ground yourself. 

He doesn’t give you any other warning before his palm is coming down on your right cheek, sharp enough and hard enough to make a sound, to make you jump and your body go taut, the air stalling in your chest before you’re melting over his desk. “One,” Your voice is trembling already while his hand returns to you, smoothing over your skin and soothing the sting he just inflicted and you know if he touched you right then his fingers would come away wet. 

His hand comes down on your other cheek, lower this time, close to where your thigh meets your ass and you count him off with a gasp because the biting sting is already beginning to turn into something different, worked into something new under his kneading fingers and it makes you keen as you count him off.

Three, four and— you don’t count the fifth one even though you’ve slipped from your elbows, your cheek pressing into the cool wood. Each smack had gotten progressively lower until each of them landed where your thighs meet your ass, the vibrations going straight straight to your pussy. 

You don’t bother hiding your smile from him, not seeing the point in hiding your enjoyment from him. He can’t help but tease you for it though, leaning over you again and your abused ass smarts when his slacks rub against it, chills ripping through you. “Dirty girl,” He sounds like he’s laughing at your pain but there’s an almost reverential note in his voice even as you squirm underneath him, the wood rubbing against your nipples in the exact right way to have sparks flying. “I almost forgot how much you like this,”

Liar. He knows. He knows and that’s exactly why he’s letting you try to rock back into him, rubbing yourself like a cat in heat against the bulge of his cock. Your belly is coiling tight and your mouth is watering for more, everything just enough to keep you on edge. To tease without offering any real relief and for some reason you love it. You love how he can boil you down to sensations alone, to make you crave and ache and need.

The next smacks land dead center on the junction of your thighs and your ass and you count off every one, the contact going right to your buzzing clit that you’re trying to grind into the edge of his desk in a vain attempt to dull the edge. You’re gripping the desk so hard that your knuckles are lightening a shade, the skin pulled taut over the bone.

The last one is the one that kills you, that makes you hold your breath and arch. Your legs are spread wide enough for his hand to easily fit between them but you still aren’t expecting him to slap you there, an obscene noise filling the room that makes your ears burn. Your moan is delayed but it’s loud, electric pleasure rocketing up your spine and he keeps his hand there. He keeps constant pressure against your thrumming cunt and lets you grind into it, whimpering the count while you push yourself onto your hands now for more leverage. 

The lace of your panties drags through your soaked folds and the friction is amazing. So amazing that you almost don’t feel him lean in closer, all your attention on your pussy but then his mouth is at your ear again and his free hand is sliding up your chest, fingers splayed across your collarbones and holding you against him.

His head dips and he mouths at the side of your neck, teeth scraping and his beard scratching. His hand moves again but doesn’t go far, his fingers pinching your nipple. “You’re so good for me,” He mumbles and he sounds almost as lost as you feel. 

“Turn around,” His accent has thickened in the way you love and you swallow back the disappointed moan when he takes his hands from you, waiting for you to comply. 

You’re trembling as you do, your eyes fluttering open and the lights of the city swim in front of you before your eyes focus on the man who pulled away before you could cum on his hand, nearly all from spanking you. Not for the first time you wonder if he’s even real— but the ache at the very core of you says he is, says that you don’t know how but his hands on you are your favorite thing.

And then he’s grabbing you and lifting you onto his desk, stepping between your slick thighs and you have to reach for him, unable to stand it anymore and murmuring his name. He beats you to it, warm hands sliding around your jaw and cupping your face as he leans in.

The first brush of his lips on yours makes you sigh, as if his kiss brings you relief even while it stokes the fire deep within you. Your hands fist in the sides of his shirt as he deepens the kiss, angling your head just how he wants and slicking his tongue into your mouth. A moan rises from the back of your throat as you wind your legs around his hips to keep him pressed close, unwilling or just plain unable to do anything that would make him break the kiss because you aren’t, not until your lungs start to burn from the lack of oxygen. 

The most you can manage while he eats at your mouth, his beard abrading your skin in a way you know you’ll curse him for later when it turns painful but you can’t seem to get enough of it, is yanking his once perfectly crisp, pressed dress shirt out of his pants because you keep grabbing at him like he isn’t already close enough, your spine bowing with the way he’s leaning into you.  

If this was a purely business relationship you don’t think you’d be like this, you don’t think you would go out of your way to see him at all, to make him food. But you are and you did— you wrapped yourself up like a present for him in the hopes he’d fuck you the way that makes your toes curl, better than he really has any business doing, but you had brought him food. That’s the detail that doesn’t fit, the one crooked picture frame in the hallway. You took the time and effort to make him something you know he likes because you know he hadn’t eaten yet.  He has to know.

His mouth only breaks from yours when your back hits his desk and your lips are shiny and wet from your combined saliva and your chest is heaving as he trails openmouthed kisses along your jaw to your neck. His hands leave your face in favor of lavishing attention on your breasts, groping you through the lace and the silk just adding to the softness of you that he adores. 

His teeth scrape down the sensitive skin of your throat, rolling and tweaking your nipples between his fingers as his mouth continues a steady and determined path path until his mouth is engulfing one over your bra, wetting the material with his tongue and for some reason that makes the muscles in your belly twist tighter. Your hands have slipped to his shoulders, nails scratching into his shirt for something to hold on to and because you can’t imagine not touching him. He gives your other nipple the same treatment and he’s slipping a hand underneath the thin, flimsy band of your panties to knead your hip.

But then his hand is turning, grasping the band and yanking it, a tearing sound filling the room and this time when you say his name it’s a yelp of both surprise and a poor attempt at a reprimand as you push yourself up because that pair was one of your favorites. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing as he looks up at you, his mouth traveling down until he’s mouthing at your stomach and the look in his dark eyes makes your breath catch at the back of your throat. 

“I’ll make it up to you, cariño,” His voice is low and crooning, placating you as he throws your ruined underwear somewhere to the side and you have a crystal clear realization of what he means by making it up to you when he reaches behind him to pull his chair up, his eyes never leaving yours. He’s going to eat you alive. 

Your breath stutters as he starts arranging you how he wants, spreading your thighs wider and one hand smoothing down your leg to grasp your ankle and lift, placing it on top of his desk and you’ve never felt more on display in your life. You lean your weight back onto your hands, unable to look away from him as he looks at you with heavy eyes, the sigh loud as it leaves his mouth and it’s the same sigh you hear when you wrap your lips around his cock, the sigh he only makes when he’s being pleasured and he’s making it while just looking at you.  It makes your head spin in the best way, your skin prickling when he strokes that same hand back along the line of your leg until he reaches your thigh, giving it a squeeze that makes you feel as if you might burst if he does it again.

You barely register the cool air on your weeping slit because he’s leaning forward and licking a thick stripe up the length of you and you don’t know who groans louder— you or Cassian. You feel like you’re going to collapse as he begins devouring you in earnest, one hand pressed into your thigh to make sure your leg doesn’t slip from the desk and his teeth and tongue flickering over your clit, but you can’t look away from him. 

The lights behind him slide together into a neon haze and he’s looking up at you with blown out pupils and strands of hair falling across his forehead and you don’t think you’ve seen anything more beautiful than him at this moment. Your nails scrape against the wood as you reach one hand down to clutch at his hair and the sound he makes when you tug on the strands burrows into your cunt and leaves you reeling. 

As if that knocked over some domino he starts to mumble against your swollen flesh, his tone dark and rich as he goes on about your taste, how sweet you are under his tongue and how good you are for him and the praise goes straight to your head, your heart pounding against the weight of your ribcage. Somewhere in a hazy part of your mind you wonder how you made it this long without him—  like you do every time you’re together again after any absence, any time apart.

And you’ll never tell him that outside of the bedroom— office, as it was right at this moment. You’ll never tell him that in a voice that isn’t rushed and panting, begging to be touched because you don’t know what this is anymore. You know what it started as, a way for him to have company and a little eye candy on his arm for industry functions. A shield against unwanted advances. But then you actually, genuinely enjoyed your time with him. Had started looking forward to it and the way he wasn’t pushing you for sex. That part of your relationship had evolved on its own and once it did there was no stopping it, and you both just...ran with it. 

And now here you are, making him food and letting him fuck you for what might as well be free and you’re reveling in it.

You’re rocking your hips forward, incapable of staying still now with each of your nerve endings on fire and that’s when he decides to feed one of his fingers into you, stretching you open in ways that make your own fingers pale in comparison and it’s like a dam bursts somewhere within you, mewls and whimpers pouring from your lips and if he was anyone else you might be embarrassed about the noises you’re making. 

But you’re not. You’re not because in response, as if the bastard is rewarding you for starting to fall apart underneath his mouth, his mouth latches onto your clit and sucks, pressing his tongue into the bundle of nerves hard enough to make you see stars as your eyes squeeze shut, your thighs jumping. 

“I think you can take another, don’t you?” His voice is rough and you feel the blunt pressure of a second finger pressing against your entrance—  but he doesn’t go any farther than that, not until you’re nodding, almost frantic with his name stuck in your throat. 

The second digit makes your mouth fall open and your head tips back before you can help it, because he’s sinking it into your fluttering cunt up to the knuckle with the first and holding them there, just letting you have the sensation of being filled while he sets his mouth back on your clit. 

His free hand leaves your thigh and he groans into your soaked folds a moment later, and somehow you manage the strength to lift your head and look. What you see makes your hips roll forwards, grinding yourself into his fingers and his tongue because you can see his hand moving, palming his cock through his slacks. The cock that you know is heavy and hot to the touch and must be aching at this point and suddenly that’s all you can think about. 

He’s taking you apart with his mouth and you’re still greedy for more of him, because of course you are. You want his mouth and his fingers and his cock so deep inside of you that you can feel him in the back of your throat. 

A pathetic, needy sound spills from somewhere deep in your chest just like that all his focus is on you again, his hand returning to slide over your hip and lock down to keep your hips pinned to his desk. He starts pumping his fingers, curling them in the exact right way to have your vision start to fuzz out at the edges.

Distantly you hear him goad you on in that honeyed voice, coaxing you to the edge and shoving you over it. He keeps driving his fingers into you, stretching and curling as your cunt flutters around them and mercilessly dragging you through your orgasm. His teeth catch your clit and you melt down, your body clamping around his fingers and your world narrowing to this one delicious point.

Stars burst behind your eyelids and you cry something that might be his name when your lungs remember how to work while your nails scratch over his scalp, but he takes care of you. 

He soothes you, guiding you back to earth with a gentle hand and turning his head to mouth lazily at the inside of your thigh when the sensations get to be too much and you have to push him away from your cunt. Your legs are quivering on either side of his head and your heart is erratic in your chest, and Cassian has started to rub your thighs as if he's trying to soothe you, as if he can't get enough of you even now. 

You can't seem to unlock your fingers from his hair as he starts to rise, his mouth and beard glistening and he's— he's smiling at you while he crowds into your space all over again. This time when you kiss it's slow and languid and utterly filthy because you taste yourself in his tongue, the damp bristles of his beard scratching your chin and you never want it to end. 

The hand in his hair slips to his face, cupping his jaw as it works while your arm winds around his shoulders, holding him close and it's only when your trembling legs wrap around his hips, your ankles crossing at the small of his back that he pulls back, a dark chuckle on his lips. "Greedy girl," he nudges your cheek with his nose, angling your head just right so he can suck a mark underneath your jaw. 

You don’t try to deny it— why bother when you’re reaching to fumble with his belt, trying to focus enough to yank his zipper down while his teeth are at your throat. Desperation makes you clumsy as you shove his slacks and underwear down his thighs and you don’t bother stifling your moan when you see him,  flushed and weeping, a pearly bead of precum slipping down the tip of his shaft and if was physically possible to dissolve into a puddle of pure need you think you would right there. 

Like a magnet your hand goes to it, wrapping your fingers around the searing girth of him and stroking. Cassian huffs into your throat, grunting as you twist your wrist and swipe your thumb over his tip. He lets you play, leaning more of his weight into the line of your body and the heat pouring off of him makes you shudder. 

He doesn’t make any move to stop you despite him straining closer and the ache flaring, sharp and bright deep within you. You know what he wants, had played this particular game with him countless times, each of you trying to outlast the other while being driven out of your minds with want. You love it, love how the need strips you down to base urges and emotions without fear of looking foolish. How it makes your time together, short as it is at times, seem to unravel in front of you and spool into something greater than it is. 

But you’re weak. Your first orgasm did nothing to satisfy you, if anything it just made everything worse in some twisted way.

“Cassian,” You beseech him, your voice gone soft and breathy as you try to pull him even closer.

“What is it, querida?” He husks into your ear, lips pulling into a sharp smile when you rip your hand away from his cock to brace yourself as he pushes forward,  just enough for you to feel the weight of his cock pressing against your folds, so close to where you want him that you can almost taste it. “Do you want my cock so badly you’ve forgotten how to speak?” 

He’s hitting his stride now, delighting in the way you choke on a moan. “Please, Cassian,” You try again, wetting your lips. “Give it to me,” You pull on his shirt and roll your hips and what’s left of your brain almost short circuits because he catches the dip of your entrance and you still, breath whooshing over your teeth.

“Since you asked so nicely,” He concedes, voice scraping the air between you and then he’s filling you. Your legs tense around his hips and some high, keening noise fills the air that you realize a few moments too late is coming from you because you think you can feel every ridge as he thrusts home. Your hands are everywhere— flitting from his shoulders to his back to his arms and back again, because you can’t seem to figure out the best way to keep him as close as possible. 

He’s not any better than you are, his fingers digging into your hips, your thighs. Refusing to allow you any space to pull away from him when the sensations get to be too much, refusing to allow you any reprieve from him at all because his mouth is at your neck as he starts to thrust, groaning against your skin. 

One thing about Cassian is that he talks. As if something about experiencing pleasure jumpstarts his tongue he’s only quiet when he’s kissing you or sucking at your skin, and he’ll inevitably break away to start murmuring nonsense to you, languages getting muddled and mixed in his mouth the closer he gets to completion. He talks, and he expects answers.

“That’s it, princesa,” He breathes at your ear when you roll your hips just right, when your cunt tightens even further around his cock like you never want him to leave. He always praises you, telling you how you feel wrapped around him like a vice. How good you’re being for him, how well you’re taking his cock. “I make you feel good, don’t I?” 

All you can do is moan at him because the bastard knows he does, as if it isn’t staggeringly, blindingly obvious in the way you’re holding onto him, the sounds you’re making as he drives into you over and over again. But as much as he likes to talk, he likes hearing you more and you’ve taken too long. 

“Answer me,” He says and swats your thigh, hard enough that a tingling warmth spreads out along your skin from the point of contact and the bite of pain somehow puts the pleasure into a sort of perspective, contrasting it so perfectly that your legs are tightening around his thrusting hips and your mouth is falling open.

“Yes, yes, Cassian, you do,” The words fall over themselves in the push to get out of your mouth and he’s praising you again, both verbally and in the way his hand snakes between you, fingers unerringly finding your clit and it makes you jerk like you’ve been electrocuted, arcs of sizzling pleasure sweeping through your body.

He leans over you and he doesn’t stop, the calloused pads of his fingers rubbing world-ending circles into your clit and all you can do is hold onto him, squirming and arching against him because his other arm has wound around your back to pull you flush and there’s nowhere for you to go except Cassian.

Cassian, Cassian, Cassian. How he speaks like he does you have no idea because the only thing you can seem to reliably get out of your mouth is his name, unburdened by things like sentence structure while he grunts and groans, tongue tying himself in Spanish and you’ve picked up enough to get the gist of what he’s saying. He’s telling you how hard he’s going to make you cum, how he’s going to fill you up. How the next time you show up like this he’s going to make you ride him.

Everything combines and your gust twists, the pleasure turning caustic as it burns you up from the inside out, vision blurring as you try to scramble back away from him out of instinct, away from the looming threat of overstimulation but his arm at your back prevents it and he just keeps fucking into you hard and deep, this fingers never leaving your clit. The only thing you’re able to do is dig your nails in and hold on as you sob, squeezing your eyes tight enough, the pleasure sharp and intense enough to have a tear slip down your cheek.

In the next moments his pace falters, his hips stuttering and turning sloppy. He bucks into you with an almost bruising force and holds himself there as he releases and you can’t help but whine at the feel of it, of him shuddering in your arms.

Neither of you speak for long moments, instead just weathering the aftershocks in each other’s embrace as you both come down from your highs, breathing raggedly. His hand sweeps over your back in long, soothing strokes and he presses kisses into your shoulders, your neck, his touches soft and mindful now that the frenzy has passed.

“Are you okay?” His voice is as soft as his hands and you can’t help the smile that tugs on your lips as you nuzzle closer to him, humming your answer into his neck while his hand comes up to stroke your hair.

“Words, princesa. Are you okay?” He admonishes gently and you can’t help the small chuckle that bubbles up in your throat at his insistence, at the warm feeling that spreads throughout your body at the sound of his concern.

“Yes, Cassian. I promise,”  It’s then that he smiles down at you curled into his chest, reassured, and you don’t know how long you stay like that, wrapped around each other and each of you not wanting to be the first to let go. It’s in these moments, your heart rate calming while he rests in you, seemingly loathe to pull out, that you think there may be something more to this than just sex or companionship at parties for him. 

No matter how rough he is with you during the act he always treats you like some precious thing afterwards, all murmured words and comforting touches. Running his hand down your spine, over your hair. Telling you how good you did, how proud he is of you for taking everything he throws at you and calling you things like beautiful girl and all the pet names he uses while he’s fucking you except there’s a distinct affection to them now and they make your heart jump and butterflies fill you stomach.

You’re almost drifting off, a consequence of being warm and sated and well-fucked, when he speaks again. “Did you really bring me food?” He sounds equal parts excited and cautious, like he’s trying not to get his hopes up too much and you can’t help but laugh as you start to untangle yourself from him. 

“I made you a sandwich,” You tell him, a fresh wave of warmth swelling up in your chest at the look on his face. You readjust on the desk, your breath catching when his cock slips from your cunt and then you’re reaching back, your fingers just snagging the lunch bag because you don’t trust your legs to work quite yet. Cassian once again pulls his chair up, leaning back to watch you unwrap the food and like he’s incapable of not touching you one of his hands returns to your thigh, idling stroking from your knee to your hip so gently you’re not sure if it’s a conscious movement or not. 

“You didn’t have to do all this,” He starts when he sees the sandwich, one that requires actual effort instead of something that only calls for throwing together leftovers and calling it good enough, but you only shrug a shoulder. 

“I wanted to.” There’s more there but he doesn’t question you further, and you don’t know whether that’s a blessing or a curse. “You were working late and you don’t always eat, so…” You let the words fade into the air, revealing to him that you listen to what he tells you and remember. The remembering is the important part and a flash of regret ignites in your chest almost as soon as the words leave your mouth, but he’s looking at you with the same expression you think you had when he took you to the art museum for the first time, never complaining as you wandered for hours.

“There’s two halves— I’ll only eat if you share it with me.” His smile turns tricky at the edges and he doesn’t reach for the sandwich at all, waiting for your answer and despite yourself, despite knowing it shouldn’t, you feel your heart melt a little. 

“You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Andor,”  You smile, try for a light, casual tone as you reach for your half and ignore the way his eyes light up. 

You eat slowly, savoring the tastes and textures, the office filled with a downy, plush sort of silence as you bask in the afterglow. He’s watching you the entire time, holding the sandwich with one hand because his other hasn’t left your skin, tracing patterns into the inside of your knee and sweeping his fingers over the curve of your thigh. 

You try to focus on the city behind him, afraid that if you look at his face too long you’ll get caught up and start confessing things to him, things that are better left unsaid, carefully danced around in conversation no matter how blatant they are in your actions— like going out of your way to come see him when you could’ve just stayed home and enjoyed a quiet night in. Like coating yourself in sweet smelling oils that make your skin even softer to the touch, like wrapping yourself up in lace and silk just for him.

You almost don’t realize the chill creeping over your exposed skin, goosebumps following in its wake and before you can complain Cassian is slipping his suit jacket off the chair behind him and holding it out to you. “Here, put this on,” There’s no question in his tone, no tentative ‘are you cold?’ And maybe that’s the reason you find yourself so drawn to him; he pays attention to you, to the things you think no one else bothers to notice.

You murmur your thanks and slip the fabric over your shoulders, warm and smelling of his cologne and you feel...you feel almost content sitting up on his desk and sharing the meal you made, his watch pressing heavy into your skin when he squeezes your knee.

You lick at the last bit of mustard clinging to a finger as you finish your half, acutely aware of his eyes on you as your tongue dabs at your own skin. He’s leaning his elbow onto one of the arms of his chair, his chin resting in his hand and covering his mouth,  his eyes never wavering from your body and just like that your skin starts to prickle again, sensing a change in the air between you.

His eyes rove over your body, slow and heating again at the sight of you like this, his jacket hanging loose on your shoulders and almost seeming to frame your breasts, your thighs spread on his desk to keep yourself upright and maybe to relieve the scratches left by his beard. His eyes catch on the pearly drops on the dark wood on his desk, your combined essences leaking out of you and his breath leaves him in a long sigh, watching it ooze from your flushed cunt.

The hand on your thigh starts to move, slowly as to not startle you as it smooths along the inside of your thigh and you don’t stop him. You watch him with bated breath, watch the way his brow knits with concentration and his breathing deepens. 

Your thighs jump at the first brush of his thumb along your oversensitive folds and you see his head tilt, visibly engrossed with the sight in front of him and the realization of what he’s doing hits you like a punch to the gut. 

He runs his thumb down and up, scooping his cum up as it seeps out and pushing it back into you, his thumb thick and insistent and your mouth falls open in a silent moan, eyes fluttering. He rubs his mouth, not looking up at you as he repeats the process again while he begins to speak, words heavy in the air between you. 

“How did you get here?” 

You breathe slow and deep, trying to make your brain connect to your tongue but it’s hard to think. It’s hard to think because you’re hypersensitive, but he’s moving so slow and soft, mindful of the razor’s edge you’re sitting on and the depths his thumb is reaching within you are just shallow enough to have you starting to want more all over again.

“I— uhmm,” You cut yourself off, a hum rising from the back of your throat as his thumb stills, sheathed in your quivering core and acting as a plug to keep any more of his cum from escaping for the time being. “I took a cab,” 

You lean back on your hands, trying to breathe through the sensation of being filled but not enough to truly satisfy you, and you wonder how you’re supposed to live without this when the arrangement inevitably ends, because you know it will. He makes no effort to hide how much he likes spoiling you, but you think that it’s only a matter of time before he decides that bleeding money for you is too much of an unnecessary expense, and then what? 

Are you supposed to move on knowing what it feels like to have lingerie that costs more than your rent ripped off you, only to be replaced in the next few days and knowing that you’ll probably never experience the thrill it brings again? To know what it feels like to be so thoroughly taken care of you can’t see straight and try to find it in someone else? Cassian is passion and intensity paired with soft smiles and bright laughter, and you don’t know if you’ll ever find that in someone else, and it scares you more than you care to admit, even to yourself.

He looks up at you then, his eyes dark and glimmering in the low light, his hair mussed from your fingers and your chest bows. For how much you tried to focus on anything else but him while you ate, you can’t look away from him now.

“Good,” He starts, his voice warm and slow as honey. “You’re coming home with me.”

[uneeorchidee]

Perfumes for spring

Baiser volé by Cartier (lily, green notes, citruses)

Carnal flower by Frederic Malle (tuberose, eucalyptus, jasmine, coconut, orange blossom, ylang-ylang, melon, white musk)

Chanel n°19 by Chanel (green notes, iris, oakmoss, vetiver, rose, leather, bergamot, neroli)

Chloë Sevigny little flower by Régime des fleurs (turkish rose, black tea, black currant, pomelo, incense, palo santo, lamprocampnos, honeysuckle)

For her by Narciso Rodriguez (musk, rose, patchouli, peach, sandalwood, amber)

J’adore absolu by Dior (jasmine sambac, indian tuberose, magnolia, orange blossom, may rose)

Néroli orchidée by L’occitane (neroli, orchid, fig nectar, musk, peach, orange, lily of the valley, iris)

Pierre de lune by Armani Privé (violet, iris, wood notes, cassia)

(untitled) by Maison Martin Margiela (galbanum, bitter orange, boxwood, incense, virginia cedar, musk, jasmine)

Valentina by Valentino (vanilla, truffle, jasmine, strawberry, tuberose, african orange flower, amber, bergamot)

[florvinhara]

n sewell's skincare routine

ok ok this concept would not leave my mind so! some products i think N would like/wear! (thanks to @agentnatesewell for always supporting me on this train of thought snshsjhwjs)

like lets just imagine N explaining their skincare process step by step, gently applying their luxury products to the detectives face... the soothing n careful n loving way they would go about it... i'll show myself out now

*(quick disclaimer- the best skincare routine is the one that works for YOU and makes you feel comfortable/happy!! below is like... a very involved example that's entirely for fun/me to infodump sndbsksh and its not by any means the 'necessary' or 'right' process!)*

1. Cleanser!

Lotus Glow Cleansing Balm by Beautycounter- you're supposed to gently massage this onto your face so... N Sewell pls come tenderly stroke ur detective's cheeks to apply 🥺 anyway the lotus extract and jojoba seed oil are rlly good for brightening and nourishing your skin!

2. Toner!

Eau Roma Water by Lush- simple, calm, and soothing; a rose water and lavender blend that leaves your skin feeling soft and refreshed 😌

3. Serum/Oil!

(okay let's think about this... N carefully tapping serum onto the detective's face... giving them a playful boop on the nose... 🥺)

Squalane + Vitamin C Rose Oil by Biossance- squalane protects your skin barrier while vitamin C gives you a radiant supple glow

4. Eye Cream!

(at this point i would like to invite you to imagine N gently tipping the detective's chin up and very carefully sweeping their thumbs under the detective's eyes)

Superfood Hydrate + Firm Peptide Eye Cream by Youth to the People- kale provides Nutrients while aloe soothes skin, sunflower oil reduces inflammation

(bonus: Bubblewrap by Glossier SPECIFICALLY bc it can also be used on your lips... so like... N running their fingertips over the detective's lips to apply it... and it would be a shame to use more than they have to, right? oh well... guess we should share... 😳 [brief pause for kisses])

5. Moisturizer!

Honey Drop Lightweight Moisturizer by Farmacy- honey nourishes and moisturizes skin, and is also a great antioxidant, while cupuaçu butter beads soften skin

6. Sunscreen!

Umbra Sheer Physical Daily Defense by Drunk Elephant- vampires... i dont think get sun damage? either way sunscreen is v important! this one is also packed with antioxidants and is gentle enough for sensitive skin

7. Bonus- Cologne/Perfume!

Noire de Mai by Veronique Gabai- "it blooms at noon, full of color, drenched with sun, almost intoxicating if it was not for the breezy air that always refreshes it. but there is always more..." like first of all... N SEWELL. notes include bergamot, rose, pink pepper, and amber. it's a light scent with hints of sharper/darker, "more sensual" undertones for N "delicious, isnt it" Sewell

Cape Heartache by Imaginary Authors- "... the lone American contribution to Philip Sava's wildly popular series of exploration novels... like a scarf, wear the Cape Heartache scent in the fall and winter and observe how people gravitate to your warmth." inspired by a book... 👀 notes include douglas fir, pine resin, and vanilla leaf. it's a natural, woodsy smell but with sweeter middle/base notes for that cosy warmth i associate with N!

Alien by Mugler- "it exudes a positive energy, charged with sensual and intriguing mystery... a sensation- the moment that occurs before a miracle. there is silence, fullness, and an expectancy of the supernatural" idk how to describe it but people wearing this just emit a Vibe that reminds me of N. notes include sambac jasmine, cashmeran wood, and ambergris. it's unusual and surprising in a way that keeps you guessing!

[helshades]

Hola Hel! Je t'avais il y a longtemps demandé ton avis pour un parfum "hors niche", après que mes proches m'eurent offert une carte cadeau Sephora; tes excellents conseils m'avaient conduit à découvrir L'air de temps de Nina Ricci, dont je ne me passe plus. Eh bien je me trouve dans la même situation aujourd'hui et je voulais savoir si tu avais d'autres recommandations inspirées! J'avais envisager de tester Jardins de Bagatelle, mais la politique de Guerlain me déplaît et les flacons sont laids.

Je ne me fais pas entièrement l’avocate du Diable en faisant charitablement remarquer que Guerlain n’est pas, au fond, responsable de son propre sort, dans la mesure où c’est l’acquisition de la maison par LVMH en 1994 qui a signé la déchéance artistique d’un monument patrimonial. Je partage le rêve de bien des parfumeurs de voir au moins les parfums historiques inscrits au patrimoine français – ce qui permettrait par exemple de sauvegarder des recettes et des matières premières, face au rouleau-compresseur européen.

Pierre-François-Pascal Guerlain, 1853 : l’Eau de Cologne impériale. Aimé, son fils : Cuir de Russie (1872), Jicky (1889), Eau de Cologne du Coq (1892), Jacques, petit-neveu d’Aimé :  Après l’Ondée (1906), L'Heure Bleue (1912), Mitsouko (1919), Shalimar (1925), Vol de nuit (1933). Jean-Paul, petit-fils de Jacques : Habit Rouge (1965), Chamade (1969), Eau de Guerlain (1974), Nahéma (1979), Jardin de Bagatelle (1983), Samsara (1989). Et encore, j’ai opéré des coupes franches.

Thierry Wasser & Delphine Jelk : La Petite Robe noire (2012, puis environ un million de flankers), dans le flacon historique de L’Heure bleue (!!!), horreur bonbonnesque fétichisée par toutes les jeunes filles en fleur qui aiment tant se sentir unique en portant le même parfum que 73% de leurs copines (les autres porteront un machin à la vanille et au caramel).

Bon, bref, les parfums chez Sephora. Avec une carte cadeau. Euh... elle est généreuse, cette carde cadeau ? Pas au point, j’imagine, de pouvoir te conseiller la collection « Hermessences » de chez, et oui, Hermès, c’est-à-dire le « laboratoire d’idées » de Jean-Claude Ellena qui s’était fait drôlement plaisir avant la retraite, et qui m’oblige à arpenter EBay et Vinted comme une âme en peine pour dénicher des flacons de la collecque à moitié prix, au moins (235€ les 100ml, 359€ les 200ml, je vendrais mon âme pour Cèdre Sambac, j’irais même jusqu’à faire le repassage). Quoique je viens de vérifier : aucune n’est vendue chez Sephora. J’imagine qu’ils connaissent leur public, qui doit être moins désaxé que celui du Printemps – et arrête de me regarder comme ça, je n’achète rien au Printemps, je vais juste sentir, en espérant qu’une vendeuse me prendra en pitié et me glissera une pièce et des échantillons.

Donc, pas d’Hermessence. En revanche, je te somme d’aller respirer Rouge Hermès, l’extravagant floriental d’Akiko Kamei (autrefois Parfum d’Hermès, 1983, jusqu’à sa refondation en 2000, le cas excessivement rare d’un parfum amélioré par une reformulation !) qui est... Et bien, c’est un Jardin de Bagatelle sous stéroïdes, tiens, où le côté « tralala promenons-nous dans des champs totalement réalistes mais zéro bouse de vache » tout en exubérance juvénile s’est changé en sensualité tapageuse façon grande bourgeoise croqueuse d’amants mais grande classe jusqu’au bout de ses longs ongles laqués de rouge. Rouge, c’est la rencontre explosive, exponentiellement florale, de la rose (Damas, pas turque, jamais rose mais rouge, rouge), du santal (laiteux à souhait, épicé, hypnotique), de l’ylang (moins été-à-la-plage, ici, que nuit torride en forêt tropicale avec risques de venin) et de l’iris, qui apporte la poudre, une poudre de riz Art Nouveau qui aurait donné des vapeurs à Zola. Le tout souligné par des épices, du cèdre, et surtout – donnant un aspect fabuleusement ténébreux au fond – de la myrte (arbuste cousin du giroflier et de l’eucalyptus).

Comme tu as parfaitement le droit d’être terrifiée par la perspective, je m’en vais également te conseiller le grand classique 24, Faubourg (créé par le grand Maurice Roucel en 1995, complètement à contre-courant de la mode gel douche & crustacés de l’époque), qui finalement est aussi un concurrent de Jardins de Bagatelle en plus classieux : naturaliste, lumineux, floral blanc et jaune, dans l’esprit il me fait beaucoup penser à L’Air du temps, justement, à la fois délicat, sensuel, joyeux, intemporel et plein de caractère. Fleur d’oranger, jasmin, iris, ylang, gardénia, jacinthe, orange et pêche, sur un lit très doux d’ambre, c’est un parfum tout en retenue mais plein de sensibilité, élégant sans affection ni hauteur, naturel sans être simpliste, un vrai bouquet savamment composé, beau et agréable. Quant à la tenue : remarquable ! Rouge Hermès est un monstre, bien entendu, mais 24, Faubourg est suffisamment opulent pour se défendre, et son évolution est passionnante. Côté popularité, il est très célèbre mais le Jeune® ne porte pas souvent Hermès. C’est dommage, parce qu’en termes de rapport qualité-prix, on reste ici dans l’abordable.

Je ne te recommanderai les Serge Lutens qu’à sentir chez Sephora : on trouve à acheter facilement d’occasion au moins à moitié prix, alors que les tarifs en boutique grimpent pathologiquement. Tom Ford et Armani sont hors de prix, et pas nécessairement supérieurs au reste. Jo Malone aussi c’est un peu cher pour ce que c’est, l’étage en-dessous : très à la mode, un peu cheap dans la confection, personnellement je ne suis pas convaincue mais c’est à voir (à sniffer) par soi-même. J’ai vu aussi que Sephora vend maintenant des Goutal (ses titres les plus populaires en tout cas, comme L’Eau d’Hadrien, très joli mais célèbre pour son évanescence, Petite Chérie le fruité dans l’air du temps, et le magnifique L’Heure Exquise, lequel fait en revanche très mature) et des Comme Des Garçons, qui sont très intéressants dans le genre conceptuel, ce qui peut être assez rebutant suivant les sensibilités, tout le monde n’aimant pas les notes d’encre ou de bitume – personnellement je crains l’aspect parfois un peu industriel de leurs compositions mais je conseille volontiers d’aller s’y pencher dessus pour s’en faire une idée, c’est probablement plus « niche » que ce qu’on sent en grande surface parfumistique d’habitude. À découvrir.

Moins générique comme recommandation, un Chanel, ou plutôt deux Chanel, mais deux facettes d’un même parfum : N°19 et N°19 Poudré. Ce dernier étant l’un de mes jus les plus chéris, tant il est vrai que dès que l’on m’ajoute de la poudre à quelque chose, je ne réponds plus de rien. N°19, c’est un peu le parfum de la résurrection pour la maison Chanel, « Coco » s’étant retirée des affaires quelque temps, puis étant revenue accompagnée de ce concurrent à l’historique N°5, portant cette fois le nombre de sa date d’anniversaire, le 19 août. Gabrielle Chanel mourut quelques semaines après le lancement de ce parfum, ce qui lui confère un rien de nostalgie vintage encore accentué par ses célèbres notes poudrées, très vertes, en fait une alliance de galbanum (le vert) et d’iris (la poudre) extrêmement élégante et sophistiquée. Le vert absolu, bien sûr, c’est l’ancien Vent Vert de Balmain (Germaine Cellier, 1947), et N°19 en est un successeur transparent, mais plus sage. Malgré tout, sa tête où les belles fleurs blanches sont précédées par la férule gommeuse (le galbanum est une gomme-résine longtemps utilisée dans des thériaques pour ses propriétés médicinales, adorée en parfumerie pour ses notes puissantes, balsamiques et herbacées) caractéristique et un peu dérangeante, et les fleurs sont posées sur un fond cuiré, boisé de cèdre, lié de vétiver et de mousse de chêne qui leur confère une espèce de fraîcheur ténébreuse envoûtante. La version véritable est bien l’eau de toilette et non l’eau de parfum, mais la déclinaison N°19 Poudré est une eau de parfum arrondie de muscs blancs, plus douce sans doute, peut-être plus sensuelle encore.

Oh ! ça me fait penser: Mémoire d’une odeur, chez Gucci. Étonnant objet d’Alberto Morillas, à la fois léger et complexe, c’est une étrangeté fascinante dont l’amertume herbeuse surprend beaucoup. En gros, c’est une camomille, très réaliste d’ailleurs, mais c’est bien plus que cela, Morillas s’étant complu à mettre avant des notes habituellement réservées au bruit de fond en parfumerie, comme l’hédione et le salicylate, de sorte que la composition est incroyablement aérienne, moelleuse comme un nuage, impressionniste. Un parti pris vraiment différent des fragrances ci-dessus évoquées, à sentir pour se faire une autre idée du parfum.

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Mon Guerlain (Our Impression) - Oil Perfumery

Inspired by Guerlain's Mon Guerlain

Top: Lavender, Bergamot Heart: Iris, Jasmine Sambac (Arabian Jasmine), Rose Base: Tahitian Vanilla, Coumarin, Australian Sandalwood, Licorice, Benzoin, Patchouli

Fragrance Oil Feminine

Physicals

10 mL roller ball

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Sixteen92 Review

Hi everybody, welcome to my Sixteen92 review, where I feel unnecessarily self-conscious about how many times I describe scents as 'perfumey'.

I've been sitting on these for a good couple... Weeks? Months? I don't know, but a fateful weekend came where I took a look at my exceptionally busy Notes file, and felt very sad, so I figured i'd knock a couple reviews off my list. Work through all this shit I still needed to review. And that brings us here! Hooray.

I'll be reviewing Kuro Lolita, You Who Swallowed a Falling Star, New Radio, Hydromancy, Telepathy, Mellifera, Vlad Dracul, Paper Moon, and An Excellent Day for an Exorcism.

Hold onto yer butts, folks, this one gets pretty long, here we go

KURO LOLITA (PERFUME OIL) || Black sandalwood, burning resins, straw, porcelain, delicate lace, wet stone, fog, wind-blown leaves.

This smells like a cold rainy fall day in a small southern gothic town, encompassed by farmland, with cobblestone streets and dotted with tiny run-down churches. Bales of hay are speckled around the area: leftover decorations from autumn festivities that happened a week or so ago.

...Just had to get that outta my system, onto the stuff that matters!

The first thing I get, punching me in the nose as soon as I put it on, is sandalwood and damp hay. It's a very warm, woody, dusty scent, with just a little bit of sweet acridness that makes me think there's a dry/decaying leaf note in this (I haven't double-checked the notes yet, so I only remember some of them), and enough petrichor to put the 'damp' in there. The burning resin note comes out after about 10 minutes of wear, and, boy, it's unmistakable: Sweet, with a kick, and a good amount of burniness to it. It smells dark. Like you just walked into one'a those imaginary churches and they were performing a sordid ritual in there, the chapel overrun with incense and candles.

Another 15 minutes, and the sandalwood fades, the resins mellow out some, and i'm mostly left with the hay and that gentle sweet smell of decay. The final note I smell on the drydown: leaves and cold, wet atmosphere. Really interesting atmospheric, evokes a lot of mental imagery.

tl;dr: Sandalwood at first, followed by burning, incensey, sweet resin that mellows out to hay and a decaying leaves note that is present throughout the whole wear. Dries down to leaves and cold, wet atmosphere.

RATING: 3.5/5. Nice, a very good atmospheric, but I feel like it's bordering overly complex, with some of the notes getting lost in the mix and my nose feeling a bit confused. I also don't know how much i'll want to really wear it.

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YOU WHO SWALLOWED A FALLING STAR (PERFUME OIL) || Dark stone fruits, glowing embers, night rose, sweet sandalwood, plum blossom.

Oh, smells like rock candy.

So this is sitting on a weird edge for me. See, "stone fruit" (peach) notes tend to not work on me more often than not: they go acrid in this terrible, burning bodily fluid kinda way, and this... This is sitting juuuust on the edge of that. It's sharp and tart and kinda heady, rounded out by that rock-candy sweetness (which i'm 90% certain is frankincense. Source: I have a bag of pure frankincense), and just like... It's thinking about being a burny bile scent. But not quite. Nooot quite. There's a smooth, perfumey floral undercurrent to this, too. Lots of smells goin' on at once.

The drydown is basically lush, smooth, perfumey, rich-as-hell flowers, with a slight sourness to 'em. It's actually very pretty, that rose is killin' it. I don't get the threat of burning bile anymore, or the rock candy. It's a little humid-smelling, too - a great summer night scent.

tl;dr: Bright stone fruit and powdery, rock-candy-like incense which fades to lush, smooth florals.

RATING: 3/5. Well made, but i'm not big on how the top notes play out at all.

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NEW RADIO (PERFUME OIL) || Vanilla milkshake accord, maraschino cherry, pink lemonade, grass clippings, waffle cone.

So, full disclosure, I had no interest in this scent. I saw it and went, woof, that sounds way too bright and sweet and youthful for me, and passed it over time and time again. I ended up getting it as a free sample when I ordered some of those Sea Salt Hair Sprays, and... Wow. I like it way, way more than I thought I would.

In the bottle, it's... Perfect. It's everything. Rich, foody, smooth vanilla; SUPER bright, almost candied, nice n' tart maraschino cherry (this is the note I was most worried about, too, as I don't like cherries - but this note is perfect). The gentlest edge of sour pink lemonade. A perfect, toasty waffle cone, which is honestly one of my favorite scents... I don't get much grass, but I don't need it. In the bottle, it's the perfect summer scent.

You'll notice I keep saying 'in the bottle'.

It touches down on my skin, and lives in that perfect blissful state for about two seconds, and then, boom. My skin absolutely gobbles up most of those wonderful notes. That bright maraschino cherry? Gone. Pink lemonade? Barely there, just giving a bit of a sour zing. All i'm really left with is vanilla and the faintest hints of that waffle cone note. It's absolutely heartbreaking. Like, it still smells good... But, god, not as good as it could. I might get a scent locket for this, though.

Virtually no sillage, but I can smell that vague warm sweetness on my wrist for a pretty good handful of hours.

tl;dr: A delicious, foody, bright, sweet and warm and toasty summer scent that's a dead-ringer for its notes... That my skin devours instantly, leaving only vanilla, a touch of lemonade, and faint breadiness.

RATING: 3/5. This would be a 5/5 if my skin didn't DEVOUR half of it. RIP, beautiful scent.

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HYDROMANCY (PERFUME OIL) || Fog, cold violet, lichen, ambroxan, mineral accord, petrichor, glass.

This was recommended to me when I went out and asked people for a scent that makes me smell like a ghost, and honestly, this fits the bill pretty well. It's a pretty specific type of ghost, though: the ghost of a waifish maiden who went down with a sinking ship, who you find, suspended frozen above the water, in the air pocket of an underwater cave that she managed to swim to but ultimately starved to death within.

...ANYWAYS

This smells empty, silky, ethereal, dark in a spooky way, and most importantly, pretty darn oceanic and green. The first thing I smell upon putting it on is the lichen and ambroxan, the former being green, sort of dry-smelling (like lichen that's growing just a foot or so above the water, hasn't touched it in a while, y'know), with that weird tang that lichen can have, and the latter giving a very oceanic sweet-saltiness. The mineral accord and petrichor blend really well with the ambroxan note and it genuinely just ends up smelling like very realistic dank cave ocean water.

And then there's the fog and the glass. The Weird Notes.

The fog is less a scent and more a feeling - it makes the entire scent sort of... Soft and fuzzy. It's what's giving it that silky quality. The glass, you can actually smell, and it... Smells like glass, y'all. Cold and clear and giving off a faint sterile scent, but, it's there. Notably, I can only really detect it if I huff so hard that I become anosmic to the ambroxan and lichen, and it comes out more on the dry-down, but. ...Yeah, it's there. Combined with the fog, it's like... The scent equivalent of looking through a window that's become clouded with condensation. If that makes sense.

This doesn't have a ton of sillage - I can just barely detect it from 3 inches away - but wears very strongly on my wrist.

tl;dr: A realistic ocean water scent made fuzzy and silky by a fog note, with a fascinating, realistic glass note that peeks out on the dry-down.

RATING: 4/5. Too oceanic for me, but well made, and that glass note is WILD.

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TELEPATHY (PERFUME OIL) || Winter narcissus, tonka bean, immortelle flower, sleet, ozone, white amber.

When I first got this, it was basically just straight sleet for the entire wear, and I wasn't wild about it. It was a very realistic sleet note, mind you, but that's not necessarily a good thing: the scent basically smelled cold, bitter, and a little dirty, which is not at all what I had been expecting from the notes.

The good news is, after considerable rest, it's verrrry different.

I put it on, and for the first minute, it's still that dirty sleet note, but then it softens up and out comes the florals - Light and lush and just a little stereotypically perfumey-smelling. It's still a little dirty, which gives the scent some complexity, and there's a gentle undercurrent of something sugary-sweet underneath the florals. This is more... Elegant smelling than I think I expected it to be. I expected it to be light and femme and kinda... Younger-smelling, but the actual scent smells like something a very refined woman in her 40's or 50's might wear.

Looking at the notes, yeah, basically what i'm smelling. Florals from the narcissus and immortelle, sweetness from the tonka bean and probably the white amber, and atmospheric, colder, dirtier notes from the sleet and ozone.

It's very, very light on me - if I huff it too much I quickly become anosmic, and while I was getting a little bit of sillage while it was wet, I have to have my nose pressed to my wrist on the dry-down.

tl;dr: A delicate, perfumey floral with undertones of cold, wet, dirty atmosphere and gentle sugary sweetness.

RATING: 4.5/5. I like this quite a bit. Has depth, but isn't overly complex, and the florals and sweeter notes are so pretty. I'd wear this to something very professional. Docked half a point for being so light, though.

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MELLIFERA (PERFUME OIL) || Wildflower Honey Accord (not vegan), Violet, Jasmine Sambac, Vanilla Infused Sugar, Sandalwood.

So, i'm not big on honey scents. Unless the honey is very subtle, it can quickly go super overwhelming and cloying to me. Hex's Papa Legba was downright unbearable with how strong and sweet it was.

Mellifera, though, is not!

I mean, it's very honey forward, don't get me wrong, the honey's basically the star of the show, but it's a different kind of honey. It smells... Clearer. Rather than being overwhelmingly sugary-sweet, it's far more floral, with little pinpricks of something kinda sharp and tart and tingly. It's bordering on being kinda cleaning-supply-ish, but it's not quite there. There might be a citrus note in this? That's what i'm basically getting: Clear, gentle honey with a floral edge, and maybe citrus.

Let's CHECK! THOSE! NOTES

Not a LICK of citrus! Go me. The wildflower honey accord explains the quality of the honey, though, and I bet that sharpness that's a little cleaning-supply-ish is the jasmine. The violets are in there, but they're so well-blended with the other floral notes that I wouldn't be able to identify their trademark Purple Burp smell on a blind sniff. I can recognize them now that I know, but seriously, the other florals balance them out so well.

The wildflower and jasmine pinpricks eventually mellow out to a smooth, bright sweetness - a combination of the vanilla and honey, I imagine. I... Still don't get any sandalwood, which makes me sad, 'cause I love sandalwood. :( My wood-gobbling skin strikes again, I guess.

Virtually no sillage - it wears kinda light on my wrist, and I can only smell it from about an inch away.

tl;dr: A clear, floral honey with pinpricks of sharp jasmine that loses its floral edge on the drydown and simply becomes bright-yet-smooth honey and vanilla.

RATING: 3.7/5. Not bad, but the jasmine is just too sharp for me, and I can't see myself wearing it much.

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VLAD DRACUL (PERFUME OIL) || Carpathian fir needle, red cedar, black amber, black patchouli, scorched earth, opium, blood musk.

This smells like a cologne for someone who dresses in refined clothes but also feasts upon the entrails of freshly-killed deer, so, I guess the name is apt. It's dirty as hell, but in a kind of bright way: like walking around on a very dry fall day through a forest that's all reds and yellows and dry cracked earth with sparse yellow grass. I get a cool airiness from it, and piney freshness, and d i r t. That scorched earth note ain't playin' around. I'm pretty sure that man-stank smell is the blood musk, which is this sorta... Feral, almost pheromonally sweet smell? But it's not bad or actually stinky, just kinda hanging out under the atmospherics.

On the drydown I get a resinous, very light sweetness, I assume that's the opium and/or the black amber, and the atmospheric notes are still there, most notably that scorched earth, but way subtler. It's warm and smooth and just... Prettier than I expected it to be, given the way it started.

tl;dr: A fall atmospheric that's distinguished by its scorched earth note and a sort of pheromonal, feral musk. Dries down to light resinous sweetness and that scorched earth note.

RATING: 4/5.

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PAPER MOON (PERFUME OIL) || Soft vanilla musk, benzoin, oakmoss, trailing ivy, peach blossom, rose.

Mmmm, this is delicious. It's so sweet and mellow with the prettiest, smoothest florals. The vanilla musk is the strongest thing in this, humid and sweet, with a super well-blended floral edge. The florals are kinda perfumey-smelling, but the rose doesn't go overly chemical, is just lush and smooth, and the peach blossom is soft and delicate. I've never encountered benzoin before, so i'm not entirely sure what it smells like, but The Internet says it's a warm and sweet note - I bet it's part of what i'm reading as the vanilla musk. I keep sniffing this looking for the ivy or oakmoss, but honestly, i'm not smelling anything that hits me as particularly green.

The most morphing it does on the dry-down is that the florals mellow out some, but otherwise, it stays largely the same. It wears close to the skin, but is strong on my wrist.

tl;dr: A warm, humid vanillic sweetness with a floral edge that's lush and perfumey from the rose and soft and delicate from the peach blossom.

RATING: 4.7/5. An EENSY bit too perfumey for me, but that's about it.

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AN EXCELLENT DAY FOR AN EXORCISM (PERFUME OIL) || Cathedral incense, black clove, burned parchment, tarnished silver, sacred woods.

Woods. Strong, evergreen woods, with a surprisingly light airiness to them - a real nice cold air note, i'm assuming. Genuinely makes the scent smell cool. The woods are strong and perfumey, which puts them a hair off realistic, but I also get that fresh, sap-sticky (I love that term pardon me for using it across reviews), slightly bitter mintiness that smells very much like the real thing.

I have, literally, NO idea what the notes in this are at the time that i'm writing this, apart from a tarnished silver note - which I think might be part of the cool airiness of the scent, i'm not sure. If I had to take a wild guess, i'd say that there's... Woods, resins, maybe a floral giving that perfumey nature, and some kinda cold air/ozonic note.

Here we go, let's take a peek at zee notes

...Wow, I was way off. At least I got the woods and the cathedral incense must be what i'm reading as resins, and is probably the source of the perfumey-ness, and, by process of elimination, the silver note must be what's making it so cold. The burnt parchment and black clove come out a couple hours into the drydown, giving this a tingly, burning quality, and a good bit of sharpness. The sweetness of the incense rounds it out nicely.

Doesn't have a lot of sillage, but says strong on my wrist.

tl;dr: Perfumey incense, fresh woods, and a cold and clear silver note that dries down to a burning, sharp smell that's still accompanied by the sweetness of the incense.

RATING: 3.5/5. Not bad, I love that silver note, but gets too sharp on the dry-down.

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Scent Intense (eau de parfum) Costume National Scents Nose: Laurent Bruyere

Woody amber

Scent Intense is a deep and distinctive olfactive creation that defines Costume National’s style. Bold yet refined, this eau de parfum, with its jet-black look, intoxicates the senses with a woody-ambery scent, giving off an enveloping and magnetic energy. Scent Intense’s strong, independent and non-conventional character arises from the combination of a dynamic personality and a rock ‘n’ roll soul.

The bottle is an iconic design object: it is the reproduction in glass of Ennio Capasa’s sculpture that was inspired by the human silhouette. Dressed in an intense black, the bottle has subtle blue hues which convey mystery, elegance and seduction.

Scent Intense, with its full-bodied, strong and biting essence, has the same audacity and insolence of an iconic leather jacket. Scent Intense is an original reinterpretation of one of the noblest ingredients in perfumery –Amber – owing its unmistakable sillage to a deep ambery-leathery harmony. Magnetic and sensual, the fragrance opens with the elegance of bergamot and jasmine tea. In the heart, the alluring and mysterious oriental rose plays with the luminosity of mother-of-pearl hibiscus and jasmine, giving life to intriguing contrasts. The dry-down, dominated by the scent of leather and the blend of amber and woods, unveils Scent Intense’s irresistible punk-rock soul.

Top notes: Bergamot, Cardamom, Green tea Heart notes: Sambac jasmine, Rose, Hibiscus Base notes: Ambergris, Vanilla, Leather, Sandalwood, Patchouli

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La beauty routine di Erica Vitulano, modella e studentessa di recitazione, con una passione per lo skincare e il make-up. I suoi prodotti feticcio, quelli che ha scoperto da poco e consiglia e..

  Nata e cresciuta nelle Marche, dove consegue una laurea triennale in comunicazione pubblica e d’impresa, Erica Vitulano decide di trasferirsi a Milano per specializzarsi nello studio di marketing e comunicazione. Grazie al lavoro da modella svolto durante l’università sviluppa una grande passione per il mondo beauty e fashion che, oltre ad approfondire durante gli studi universitari, le permette in seguito di accedere alla prima edizione della Condè Nast Social Academy durante la quale crea contenuti editoriali a tema beauty per le testate Vogue.it e Glamour.it, collaborando con brand come Lancôme e YSL Beauty. A seguito di questa esperienza lavora nella redazione di Glamour.it, curando i contenuti e raccontando le novità beauty per la pagina Instagram @glamouritalia. Oltre al mondo beauty, che ama raccontare sui social, le sue più grandi passioni sono la musica (in particolare quella legata all’immaginario anni ’60 e ’70, da cui trae ispirazione) e il cinema. 
 Attualmente si dedica allo studio della recitazione cinematografica, arte da cui è sempre stata fortemente affascinata. Questa è la sua beauty routine

Profumo preferito. SLOW DANCE – BYREDO perchè è un profumo estremamente caldo e avvolgente, mai stucchevole grazie alle sue intense note di cognac, opoponax, patchouli e vaniglia; PURE EVE – THE DIFFERENT COMPANY perchè con le sue note di muschio, lino e mandorla caramellata è il classico profumo che “sa di pulito”; JASMINE SAMBAC & MARIGOLD – JO MALONE LONDON perchè è un profumo fresco, grazie alla nota di gelsomino, ma ammorbidito allo stesso tempo da note di ilang ilang, ambra e vaniglia (non amo i profumi eccessivamente freschi).

Il prodotto a cui non potrei mai rinunciare. Ultimamente non mi separo mai dal Fast Base Stick foundation di Make-up Revolution, che uso principalmente come correttore, e dal blush in gel ph reagente Glassy di Espressoh (amo il suo effetto bagnato e mi piace usarlo anche su labbra e occhi).

Per lo skincare sto usando  La linea Acnexpert di Lullage composta da gel detergente, siero e peeling (mi aiuta a tenere a bada gli sfoghi cutanei senza aggredire la pelle), i sieri Vinoperfect (dalle proprietà illuminanti e schiarenti), Vinosource SOS Dissetante (per pelli disidratate) e l’Eau de Beautè (acqua per il viso multifunzione in spray, da provare anche solo per sentirne l’intenso profumo di estratti naturali) di Caudalìe, la crema viso Water Bomb di Mia Korff (ottima crema giorno idratante dalla texture leggera), la Rose Face Mask (idratante e tonificante con vere foglie di rosa all’interno) e lo Sugar Lip Mint Rush Treatment di Fresh (balsamo labbra idratante in stick dell’effetto rinfrescante), il trattamento labbra Rêve de Miel di Nuxe (per nutrire ancora più in profondità le labbra), il contorno occhi all’avocado di Kiehl’s (bello ricco e nutriente), la protezione solare idratante spf 50+ di Dear Dahlia (la sua texture è abbastanza leggera considerato l’alto filtro solare che contiene).

I prodotti di makeup per me indispensabili. Il Fast Base Stick Foundation di Make-up Revolution (è pratico e veloce da usare, ha un finish super naturale e si fonde perfettamente con l’incarnato), il gel sopracciglia trasparente 24h Brow Setter di Benefit (le sopracciglia rimangono immobili per ore), il blush Glassy di Espressoh (si adatta alla propria carnagione e amo il suo effetto wet), il rossetto Luxe Lip Color di Bobbi Brown nella shade Tender Rose (il mio nude preferito), Smokey Eye mascara di Bobbi Brown (effetto ciglia naturali e separate come piace a me), Snap Shadows palette n.8 di Fenty Beauty (ha tutti i colori con cui mi piace giocare). Un altro prodotto che amo e ho finito più volte, ma temo stiano togliendo dalla produzione, è il fondotinta Mineral Powder di Laura Mercier: applicato con un pennello dalle setole fitte si fonde perfettamente con la pelle e crea una base super naturale e luminosa.

Per quanto riguarda la cura dei capelli non ho uno shampoo preferito, mentre parlando di conditioner mi sto trovando molto bene con il Recovery Conditioner di Virtue (si trova online su Sephora.it), balsamo ricostituente che ripara e ammorbidisce i capelli danneggiati. Ha un profumo pazzesco di cocco e chiude le squame migliorando pettinabilità e lucentezza del capello. Prima dell’asciugatura, a capelli tamponati, mi piace applicare l’Hairdresser Invisible Oil Heat/UV Protector Primer di Bumble and Bumble: ammorbidisce i capelli, toglie il crespo e protegge dal calore di phon/styling tools. Il mio tocco finale per lucidare e dare un aspetto ancora più sano ai capelli è il Solar Sun Oil di System Professional, che protegge anche da sole, sale e cloro.

Parlando di prodotti per la cura del corpo invece mi trovo molto bene col burro nutriente corpo di Alma K: si assorbe in un attimo pur essendo molto ricco (ha anche un ottimo profumo). Per le mani invece, nelle stagioni invernali, uso la Rose Hand Cream Intense di Lanolips, è bella ricca ma si assorbe subito e profuma di rosa (in più grazie al suo formato è comodissima da portare in borsa).

Brands o prodotti beauty che ho scoperto ultimamente e che consiglio. Il make-up di un brand italiano Espressoh (come ho già anticipato amo il nuovissimo blush Glassy, in gel trasparente ph reagente), la linea skincare AcneXpert di Lullage che mi ha aiutato molto con gli sfoghi cutanei, le nuove mini-palette di ombretti Snap Shadows di Fenty Beauty, assemblabili e perfette da portare in viaggio. Il fondotinta in stick “Fast base stick foundation” di Make-up Revolution. È stato il mio prodotto rivelazione di questi ultimi mesi: l’ho comprato casualmente perchè mi trovavo in giro e avevo bisogno al volo di un fondotinta/correttore che mi coprisse una macchia sul viso. L’ho provato con scetticismo visto il bassissimo prezzo (6€) e me ne sono innamorata: la sua texture è molto cremosa, sfumabilissima e si fonde perfettamente con la pelle (la coprenza è modulabile). In più è comodissimo da portare in giro. Non ho più smesso di usarlo: applicandolo solo su alcune zone del viso e sfumandolo bene (odio i mascheroni) dona un effetto super naturale e luminoso!

Una mania beauty.  La cura e protezione della pelle. Mai dimenticare di struccarsi e mai uscire di casa senza SPF 50 (ricordo che i raggi UVA sono responsabili per il 90% dell’invecchiamento cutaneo).

Se fossi costretta ad usare solo un unico prodotto, per un anno… Se parliamo di skincare, il siero Vinosource SOS dissetante di Caudalìe: è un concentrato di idratazione dalla texture estremamente leggera e a rapido assorbimento. Ogni volta che lo applico la mia pelle rimane idratata per ore.

Che tipo di pelle ho: Mista e disidratata, con sfoghi ormonali altalenanti.

Un canale youtube un account instagram dedicato al beauty che seguo @allure @reissue @beautypapers @voguebeauty @leitalienne @bambidoesbeauty @theskincarediary

Tra profumeria e online….Comprare online mi permette di raggiungere brand difficilmente reperibili in Italia, o di approfittare di promozioni interessanti. Compro nei negozi fisici solo in caso di esigenze particolarmente urgenti.

Cosa vorrei trovare in profumeria? Amo i prodotti Tarte ma purtroppo, a parte tre prodotti disponibili sul sito sephora.it, l’intera linea del brand non è ancora in vendita in Italia. Ovviamente il mio correttore preferito è proprio il loro famoso Shape Tape Concealer, coprentissimo e praticamente infinito (purtroppo sono rimasta senza da un annetto). Adoro e ho comprato varie volte anche i loro Amazonian Clay 12-hour blush (Exposed è la mia tonalità preferita).

  Beauty Routine: Erica Vitulano, studentessa di recitazione La beauty routine di Erica Vitulano, modella e studentessa di recitazione, con una passione per lo skincare e il make-up.

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Hey doll hey!!! How’s your day/night going? Great I hope. I am feeling so much better today. My throat is still very sore and I still feel very weak, but the rest of my flu symptoms are dissipating. I have a moderate pain level today, around a level 6 …. but for me that is my normal baseline…. I wanted to do a glam look today so I decided to do a tricolor cut crease. So let’s jump into today’s scent and Face of the Day….

Armani Code. This is the first luxury scent I ever purchased. I purchased it back in either 2006 or 2007 when it first came out. I purchased it at Ulta for I believe $70 for 1.7 fluid ounce. The scent notes are: Bitter Orange, Sweet Italian Orange, Tunisian Orange Blossom Absolute, Jasmine Sambac, Ginger,Seringa Flower, Lavender, Honey, Sandalwood, and Vanilla. This is such a multi faceted scent. It isn’t overly feminine…. in my opinion this is a unisex scent…. even though there is a male version of this scent offered. It’s very clean and crisp and unassuming. It’s a great everyday work appropriate scent. I’ve been through maybe 4 bottles of this scent and will always continue to repurchase it. 

Base:                                                                                                                                                         I primed my face using Believe Beauty Pretty and Primed Hydrating Primer ($5 at Dollar General). My foundation today is a combo of 1 squeeze of Pixi by Petra Flawless Beauty Primer Hydrating Glow Primer ($22 at Target and on the Pixi Beauty website) and 1 glob of Wet n Wild Photofocus Dewy Foundation ($6.49 at Ulta) in the shade Soft Beige. I lightly color corrected my under eyes using Pixi by Petra Correction Concentrate ($12 at Target and on the Pixi Beauty website) in the shade Brightening Peach. I used 5 dots for each under eye of ELF Hydrating Camo Concealer ($6 at Ulta) in the shade Light Sand. I set my full face using  Believe Beauty Matte Blur Loose Powder ($5 at Dollar General) in the shade Translucent and warmed up my face using Benefit Hoola Bronzer ($30 at Ulta). For touch up powder today I am using Flower Beauty Light Illusion Perfecting Powder ($13.99 at Target) in the shade Beige L4-M1.

Eyes:                                                                                                                                                         I primed my lids using P.Louise Base ($10 pound sterling/ $12.08 USD on their website… can also be found on the Morphie website for $15) in the shade Rumour 0.5 and set that using RCMA No Color Powder ($15 on the Beautylish website) For today’s eye look I used the Too Face Chocolate Bar Palette ($49 at Ulta). For my transition shade I used the color Milk Chocolate (muted brown matte). To deepen the outer 1/3 of the mobile lid and the crease I used the shade Semi-Sweet (medium brown matte). I went in at the very top of the transition shade and used a touch of the shade Salted Caramel (soft fawn matte) to add a bit more dimension. I used more of the P.Louise Base to cut my creases and then used the shade Marzipan (rose gold metallic) on the inner 2/3 of my mobile lid. I then went in with the shade Amaretto (deep pinky bronze metallic) and placed that on the outer edge of the cut crease. I then went in with the shade Creme Brulee (antique gold metallic) and placed that in the middle of the cut crease to blend the inner and outer colors together. I then went in with the shade Cherry Cordial (deep plum brown matte with a hint of  purple sparkle) and placed that on the outer 1/3 of the mobile lid and outer v. For the lower lash line I used more of the shade Salted Caramel to create a drop shadow and then deepened the lash line using more of the shade Cherry Cordial. To highlight the inner corners I used the shade Champagne Truffle (ballet slipper pink metallic). I lined my lower waterlines using ColourPop BFF Creme Gel Liner ($6 on their website) in the shade Get Paid (a rose gold metallic). I set my brows using Maybelline Great Lash Mascara ($6.99 at Ulta but I purchased mine from Amazon) in clear and then filled in my brows using Benefit Precisely My Brow Pencil ($24 at Ulta and Sephora) in the shade 4.5 and then I carved out my brow line using the BH Studio Pro Brow Highlighter ($5 on their website) on the shimmer side and set the brow line using the shade White Chocolate (creamy beige matte). I popped on a pair of Ardell Studio Effects Lashes ($5.99 at Ulta) in the style Wispies and coated my upper and lower lashes with L’Oreal Voluminous Carbon Black Mascara ($8.99 at Ulta).

Cheeks and Lips:                                                                                                                               For blush today I am wearing the ELF Primer Infused Blush ($6 at Ulta and the ELF website) in the shade Always Punchy (a bright coral matte). Today I highlighted the tops of my cheeks, bridge of the nose, Cupid’s Bow, and high points of the brow using Revolution Beauty Highlighter Reloaded () in the shade Dare to Divulge. I lined my lips using ColourPop Lippie Pencil (no longer sold by itself… can be found in the Lippie Pencil Vault) in the shade Oh Sis (smoked paprika) and I filled in the lips using BH Cosmetics and It’s My Raye Raye Lipstick (is limited edition and no longer available) in the color Rosy Raye (a beautiful mid toned rose red matte).

Final Thoughts:                                                                                                                                  I’m finally starting to feel better. I knew it was only the Flu. I still feel weak but I’ll get my strength back in a few days time as long as I rest up.

The P.Louise Base is some amazing stuff!!! It made doing my cut creases a breeze. I placed an order for a back up because I can already tell that I am not going to be able to put this primer down.

Well that’s all for now dolls. I hope you have a great rest of your day/night, that you are safe and healthy, and that you are in good spirits. Remember dolls… Save a spoon for a bit of lipstick.

XOXO

Glam Cut Crease Face of the Day Hey doll hey!!! How's your day/night going? Great I hope. I am feeling so much better today.

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March Favorites 2017 | Lupe Sujey Cuevas

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Get 25% off your first perfume with my coupon code LUPE25 at Scentbird http://sbird.co/2mROt5v Love this scent, it has notes of Carla Lavender, Sambac Jasmine, Vanilla and Sandalwood: Guerlain – Mon Guerlain http://sbird.co/2nAexpm

M U S I C

E M A I L

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P R O D U C T S

ScentBird Perfume Get 25% off your first perfume with my coupon code LUPE25 at Scentbird http://sbird.co/2mROt5v Love this scent, it has notes of Carla Lavender, Sambac Jasmine, Vanilla and Sandalwood: Guerlain – Mon Guerlain http://sbird.co/2nAexpm

Lip liner

Deck Of Scarlet Deck of Scarlet palette http://bit.ly/2hE6PWh

Color Mascara

NYX (Green, pink, purple) http://www.nyxcosmetics.com/color-mascara/NYX_124.html

Mac (Green, Blue) http://m.maccosmetics.com/product/13839/47161/Products/Makeup/Eyes/Mascara/In-Extreme-Dimension-Mascara-Work-It-Out

Lotion

L’Oréal Paris Normal|Dry http://www.lorealparisusa.com/products/skin-care/products/facial-moisturizers/hydra-genius-daily-liquid-care-normal-dry-skin.aspx

Very Dry http://www.lorealparisusa.com/products/skin-care/products/facial-moisturizers/hydra-genius-daily-liquid-care-extra-dry-skin.aspx?shade=Daily-Liquid-Care-Extra-Dry-Skin

Lipsticks Dusty rose http://www.ulta.com/theyre-real-big-sexy-lip-kit?productId=xlsImpprod14831001

Palette

Urban decay Jean-Michael http://www.urbandecay.com/jean-michel-basquiat-makeup-collaboration

Smashbox http://www.googleadservices.com/pagead/aclk?sa=L&ai=DChcSEwiWsc61qoTTAhWEtcAKHfplCBcYABAAGgJpbQ&ei=AC3gWPzINOnMjwTG-LTgDA&ohost=www.google.com&cid=CAASEuRoR7Yy3Nww67s0cVmoq98YWw&sig=AOD64_2k6zuUifrqOYD6veLGRxaCbmniKQ&sqi=2&ved=0ahUKEwj8yMm1qoTTAhVp5oMKHUY8DcwQ0QwIZw&adurl=

S O C I A L M E D I A

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L U P E

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R O S Y

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11 11 Vanilla - Lake & Skye

Eau de Parfum - 2 ml (atomizer)

Notes- TOP: Sea Salt, Star Apple MIDDLE: Vanilla Creme, Marshmallow, Passionflower BASE: Sheer Amber, Skin Musk, Teakwood

Gender: Unisex Soft and warm with just the right amount of sweetness, 11 11 Vanilla is a dreamy take on our classic 11 11 fragrance. Notes of vanilla crème and marshmallow are paired with fresh star apple, sea salt, and our signature musk to create the feeling of being wrapped up in cashmere. 

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