#rogue perfumery

[theenbyroiderer]

Had a habit lately of documenting the perfumes I wear by taking a photo. But mostly it's hard to take pretty pictures of perfume samples. This one turned out nice though. Perfume smells gorgeous too but is sadly discontinued.

[moratoirenoir]

[loveofdetail]

sometimes you layer the skanky heady jasmine soliflore with the perfume that's not trying to smell like anything but straight musk it really is that simple

[pursuitseternal]

A “Decadent” treat for Valentine’s Day💝 Astarion x F!Reader with a sweet Sex Chocolate treat💝

Astarion x F!Reader | E | 3K aphrodisiac-infused smut

💝Gift for @bhaalbaaby 💝

Summary: You finally make it to Baldur’s Gate, coin burning holes in your pockets, a need to gift your companions to celebrate how much you appreciate them. You get a gift to, a box of chocolates from your Vampire lover, and some alone time in an alley

CW: semi-public sex, aphrodisiac sex, knife play, nipple play, blood kink, blood drinking in detail, panty snatching rogue, one feral vampire who wants your blood and more

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“Decadent:”

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At last… out of the crowds of Rivington, you made it. The bottleneck of Baldur’s Gate, the Southspan’s Main Street stretches out before you all. And that gold you have been hoarding like a dragon burns a hole deep in your pack. Everything smells… good and foul. Bakeries and perfumeries and smithy shops and fish mongers…. And you can’t wait to buy something from them all.

After all your party has done for you and with you, a few tokens of appreciation wouldn’t go amiss. Karlach takes you by the arm, and you’re glad she can’t burn you to cinders by now. Because in all her hysteria, she would have certainly forgotten. Gale makes a none-too-subtle move to pull Astarion from your side, begging him to show all the booksellers. “Don’t touch me, Wizard,” he grimaces, mostly for show and humor. But there is a little irritation in his silken voice. “I have my own plans,” he comments towards Gale, but his eyes dart in your direction. That little lowering of his head so he gazes at you like the predator he is… your stomach instantly drops to your knees.

For a man who is horrific at planning, he surely knows how to calculate a breathtaking seduction… and they always begin with him giving you that look.

“Cmon soldier, let’s go find something new and sharp and deadly shiny!” Karlach tugs you towards the closest smithy, and away from where Astarion is eyeing you like you’re his next snack.

Your Cleric loops her arm through yours and giggles. “Yeah and maybe we’ll find you a little something else to wear that isn’t scaled armor and chainmail.”

“Ooooh, yeah,” Karach peers over the top of your head to cackle back at Shadowheart, “find you something Fangs won’t be able to resist.”

You manage one last look over your shoulder before they turn you into a shop, one last glance at that devouring leer from your lover. But you watch that seductive grin instantly swallowed by a scowl as Gale grabs his elbow too. You barely hear the Wizard whining something about books and spell scrolls…

You shrug. Astarion would manage. Some time where he wasn’t trying to bury his cock balls deep in your thighs for once might be good for him.

The shops flash by you, a whirlwind of coin and scents and giggles, mirth and merriment. Something you and your friends haven’t had… ever. You hold too many parcels and pouches. Of course it would be easier to stash most of it into pockets or your pack if you still wore your nice, sensible armor. But no. Karlach wouldn’t let you out the door to the clothing shop without putting on that sweet little gown you bought. So now, you walk down the street, arms laden with parcels, your thighs rubbing together without the practicality of pants, the slits up the skirt over the fronts of your thighs almost too high as you shuffle your load. Not to mention how the sun is beating on your shoulders and the tops of your breasts that hadn’t seen light since you began this journey.

You had too many things: a book for Gale, some soaps for Halsin, a bottle of Baldur’s Grape for Wyll… but you needed to return now. Karlach and Shadowheart wanted to push on, so many more stores around this corner or that one.

But you needed a rest. And someone to carry your shit.

It’s only after you make a right, you realize it’s the wrong turn. Crates line the alley, and your arms are just too sore to keep going. Resolved to rest a moment, you set your gifts down, looking at the end of the narrow way to where it hangs over the Chionthar River.

“Lost, darling?” you feel his breath on your neck even as his words barely leave his lips. Astarion hovers right over your shoulder, how he snuck up on you so quickly, you can only shake your head.

“Typical rogue,” you huff an exhausted laugh. “Just couldn’t help being a prick and being stealthy at the same time?”

“I believe you mean, typical hero, coming to save his damsel in distress, lost in the sea of the City,” he flashes you that fanged smirk that makes your stomach flutter. “How fortunate I am here, with my skills and knowledge…”

Your turn in the little space he’s given you, between that crate behind you now and his looming body before.

“My hero, come to the rescue,” you simper, very much aware of the ways his eyes are dilating as they dart over your cleavage, down your lean but unsunned arms, even to where your new dress sinches at your waist.

“Heroes are usually rewarded handsomely for their efforts, darling….”

You feel him closing in on you, his thighs butting up into your skirts, but you giggle as you reach for one long, wrapped parcel from the stack beside you. “Here, hero,” you tease. “A different sort of weapon you enjoy sheathing than the one I think is on your mind.”

His brow arches, a pleasant smile on his thick lips. He leans back just a bit, reluctant but curious about what gift you’ve set in his hands. The paper and cloth tumbles at your feet, revealing a shining new dagger, a blade nice and light as he pulls it slightly from its scabbard. “My, my,” he tries to sound smooth, trying hard to hide the lump in his throat at the thoughtfulness of your gift. “You are full of surprises, aren’t you?”

He smiles, a true grin that deepens the wrinkles by his eyes, but it only happens once he turns away a bit, thinking himself mostly out of view. His hands slip the new blade into his belt, before pulling out something from behind his back. “But this time, you’re not the only one with a surprise, I am not woefully unprepared….”

A small square box in his cold, pale palm, he opens the paper lid.

Eleven little chocolate hearts fill the lining, except for one vacant spot that stares back at you. You feel him pressing closer again, the box basically pushed against the curve of your breasts.

“You got me… chocolates?” you cock your head, picking one up and giving it a sniff.

“I’ve always wanted to have a reason to… indulge in such finery. You’ve given me more than enough reason,” he purrs. Eyes fixed as he watches you bring it closer to your mouth. “They are so… sensual and delicious, I couldn’t help but hurry to find you for a nibble.”

You squint at him, sensing there is some… game at work here. “Seems like you got peckish on your way here,” you smirk at the empty spot. “Thought you didn’t enjoy the taste of anything that wasn’t blood, my vampire.”

“For this… I made an exception,” he grins wider, and you stare into his eyes, eyes almost black as he begins to press you against the rough wood of the crate. “Taste it, my dear… it goes down so smooth, so deliciously, you’ll… burn for more.”

You lick it, feeling a foreign heat that runs right from your tongue to your belly, a sweetness to its cream that you are unfamiliar with….

“They are a specialty around these parts, darling, a little something to, well…” he catches your hand, guiding the small chocolate between your lips, “why don’t you stick it in your mouth and swallow and find out.”

Something about that tingle on your tongue already, you seem to hum with your need for more… more of the chocolate, more of him…. No.

All of him.

You smile softly, closing your eyes and opening your mouth. It’s sweet and warm and… decadent. The little treat that he places on your tongue brings you to life. And you moan with abandon, delicious little noises as you savor its taste, until you do swallow it down. Eyes still closed to the world, you feel nothing now but the way his hands have found the bare skin of your thigh. Ghosting up your flesh, his nails skate beneath the hem of your skirt, drawing it higher… higher.

His touch is warm, you notice, the only thing warmer is your own increasingly burning skin. You pant, looking into his face where he looms above you. “What’s in those… sweets?” you need to swallow midway, and somehow, being so close to him to feel his breath on your cheek only makes the burning worse.

“Aren’t they sinfully good?” his voice is deep, rumbling as his hands find purchase beneath your clothing. It takes him no effort to lift you and set your ass down on that poor, helpless crate behind you. “Lovers’ chocolates… a specialty, an indulgence from the pleasure houses on these streets. And, as I’ve never had a lover with which to share them in two-hundred years…”

You are shaking as he slots himself between your thighs, the skirt of your new dress lifted quickly around your waist. With that infamous dexterity, he slinks his fingers beneath your undergarments and inside your cunt, the chocolates already flushing your skin and soaking your folds. “Seems like the right time to indulge in the decadence?”you are slurring your words.

“Indeed.” His fingers slowly stroke you, slowly pierce deeper into your channel as his other hand pulls you right to the edge of the crate. You don’t care it’s some alleyway… that anyone could see you or hear you. Not now with the chocolate in your blood, not now with his touch crooking and thrusting into your folds.

“You’ve indulged in your own little treats, haven’t you?” he whispers right against your lips. “This dress for one, by the hells, so much easier for me to do… all manner of things now.” Just to prove his point, his free hand steals into the neckline of your bodice, pulling that breast free. Moaning, arching, you writhe as he plucks at the hardening nipple. He smirks at you, a brief little laugh on his lips before he wraps them around it and sucks.

Even his mouth is warmed, his own tasting of the chocolate raging through his body, he did have a head start after all. With how your every nerve burns and your own sex swells to be sated, you marvel at how he’s taking his own godsdamned time right now—teasing out your arousal. As if he ever needed to work hard for you to be ready for him and his cock.

Ugh… the thought of it makes you salivate. You reach for his leathers, fingers shaking and fumbling with the ties. You groan, giving up on the laces completely. Pulling the waistband down, you ease his erection free. Even that beneath your touch is hot. Swollen. Ridged with veins so risen, you can’t look away from its… beauty.

“Even more eager than usual, aren’t we darling?” he rasps against your breast. His teeth, his fangs score slightly on the pad of your nipple, making you bite your mouth shut as you scream.

“Please…” you whimper as you try to pull his hips closer by his cock. But he stands firm, fingers still sweeping inside you, mouth still teasing your flesh.

“Oh I don’t think so…” he lifts his head to place a peck on your pouting lips. “There’s so much more of you to taste first, my little treat.” He grabs into your dress once more, lifting free your other breast before he devours it with the same skill and tenacity as the other.

His tongue is wet as he swirls it, lips so skilled at sucking your flesh, by now he knows every inch of your body. But it’s the way his thumb draws over your clit, a bit harder and tougher and timed to perfection with the lap of his tongue, you burst in a searing wave of climax. Barely a warning, and you are reduced to a moaning, gushing, flailing thing. His fingers are gripped firmly inside you, hard and thrusting as you ride out the waves of your orgasm.

But it’s the little pain you barely register, his fangs cutting into the top of your breast as he now feeds, that makes you almost come again, an aftershock to the intensity of the first. You gasp for air in your burning lungs, somehow you’ve managed to hold his cock through all your throes and shocks of orgasm. And now, he bucks into your fist, growing harder and harder the more and more he feeds.

Astarion’s fingers slide out from in you with a squelch, hips rolling with increased force into your grip. “You just had to treat yourself to a dress but insist on keeping those undergarments? Tch,” he sucks his teeth as he shakes his head in mock disapproval. “You’ll know better for next time, won’t you.”

“Whatever you think best,” you grin, half-unknowing the words coming from your mouth. Your hips buck for more… that heat in your body growing more and more unbearable, despite the soothing warmth from your single climax.

Gracefully, he leans in all the closer, unsheathing that new little dagger you got him. You feel it’s cool, deadly edge press softly at the base of your neck. “Shh, shh, shh,” he smirks with lust-dark eyes. Down to his dangerous smile, he mimics how you first met. “Not a sound now…. But those undergarments of your will just have to go… have to be sacrificed for what I need to do to you….”

You shake in anticipation, eyes fixed on his sultry, arrogant, fang-toothed grin as he slinks lower. That blade leaves your neck, perfectly intact. But as he steals its point beneath your skirts, its sharpened edge cuts the thin material of your underwear. Material ripping meets your ears as he performs the same little flick of his wrist against your other hip. Standing and returning his blade, he pulls the silky band out from under you.

“Seems I’ve done you a favor.” He leers down at you, palming your undergarments, smelling them, and putting them in his pocket. “You’ve already simply ruined these already, at any rate.”

You reach for his waist, the air kissing your wet folds too much now. He could stand there and taunt for so much longer, but it’s too much to bear. You guide that thick, warm, blunted head of his cock between your thighs, wrapping your legs around him until he’s filled you.

He practically mewls your name at the force. “Gods, I should have known not to underestimate what those chocolates would do to you, darling.”

He grunts the last word as you buck against him, trying to make him start taking you. Coaxing him just a bit deeper in. He doesn’t need more encouragement than that. Not with the way your cheeks must be glowing red with how hot they feel… not with the way you feel your arousal soaking the top of the crate now, growing cold as it leaves your burning body.

Hands grip the flesh of your ass beneath your dress, holding you firmly in place as he takes control. Eyes almost black, skin un-undeadly hot where he touches you, he feels so good… better than ever… the pulsing of his thrusts consuming you and sating that fire the chocolate has put in your belly. All you can do is grab him by that sweet ruffled collar, inch your way around his neck, and hold on for dear life.

That tightly held veil of refinement begins to slip, you hear it in the snap of his hips into you and against the crate, in the feral growls he makes each time he pierces harder and harder into you….

You crane your head back, mouth panting and wide as you show him what else you want him to do… you bear your teeth at him with a playful snap.

It’s more invitation than he needs, fangs sinking into the crook of your neck, the top of your shoulder. Bite… suck… swallow. Then he lifts again, repeating the same into your pounding artery. Bite… you moan so loudly…. Suck… his lips pull so hard on your flesh you can feel it bruising… Swallow… he lifts his head to pant for air. The most self-satisfied smirk on his sharp, pale face before he yanks your neck to the other side, leaving you a match set of bites there.

Bite…

You flood with pleasure, cresting over the edge harder than you could imagine.

Suck…

Your walls suck him in too, trapping him as he begins to stilt and buck harder. Climax for him sweeping him away harder too.

Swallow…

You scream into the mass of his silver curls, trying to muffle your cries where he’s lowered to feed on the top of your breast.

But he arches back, letting out his own panting groan, coming and ramming hard into you at last. You pray the crate doesn’t give under you with a laugh. Your hands steal into his hair, caressing down his smirking cheeks.

“How… many more of those chocolates did you get…?” the question barely carries on your breathless voice.

“Not enough,” he groans, licking the last trickles of your blood as he tucks your breasts back into the neck of your dress. What was your new dress. He chuckles, deep in his chest, cock still buried inside you. Reading your thoughts. “Don’t you fret, darling. I’ll buy you another dress. One for each I ruin.”

“Oh because…” you laugh, waving your hand down your front. “This level of violence will happen to my dresses again?”

“Every time you wear one, my love,” he breathes his own laugh before he finally… at long last… catches your lips in a slow and lingering kiss. “Undoubtedly every time.”

You shake your head even as his lips continue to work yours, as his hand winds into the hair at the base of your neck.

“Karlach and Shadowheart are going to give me such grief…”

“Only because they were right… I just couldn’t keep hand or fang off you, my darling.”

[makesometime]

Diina, the saviour of the Sword Coast (some might say all of Faerûn), really just wants to nap now.

Aesthetics: colour: pearl white plant: dahlias, the darker the better creature: a kitty cat (she's also fond of displacer beasts) scent: vetifleur by rogue perfumery (Astarion makes it for her) song: Fair by The Amazing Devil (apt for both her loves) spell: more conceptual this one - whenever she casts a fae-related spell, her eyes glow green

Templates from the wonderful @arcandoria

(images either from stock image sites or pinterest, my apologies for not including a full list of credits)

[fruitchouli]

fav whip cream perfumes?

u girls ask the darnedest things.. i don’t own any whipped cream perfumes but of the things i’ve tried with a cream note my favorite is this great tuberose from rogue perfumery called tuberose & moss its not a gourmand at all but i only wear old granny florals so this should come as no surprise

[juststeveandtonythings]

The Unity Squad, minus Steve, but plus Natasha (who appears to have joined their ranks) hang out on Ellis Island. Deadpool watches admiringly as Natasha shoots stuff while blindfolded. Then they get a distress call - Steve's in trouble! They rush over to help him, only to find out that he sent a fake distress call - something he says he'd always told his fellow Avengers would get them kicked off the team - because he wanted to summon them as he gives a big moving speech about how America needs to do better.

Please enjoy this rainbow Steve.

But yeah, basically he talks about how you should question it when it seems like someone (Orchis) is telling you to hate someone else (mutants), because why? Who benefits from this, and how? It's a very Steve speech, and it works well on everyone, both his own team and the regular people gathered around to listen. Orchis is watching, too, and they are displeased at how he's wrecking them in the court of public opinion.

Afterward, Steve asks Rogue if she can find out more about the human witness from the Hellfire Gala, so she goes off to investigate. Meanwhile, Monet and Quicksilver head to a fancy perfumery because Monet sniffed a fancy perfume when they were fighting Fenris and believes that they can use that info to track them down (and as a result track down the new Mutant Liberation Front as a whole).

Turns out Fenris (Andreas and Andrea von Strucker) are there at the perfumery at that very moment!! A fight breaks out, and Fenris gets away... but it's part of a calculated move on Pietro's part. Monet seems impressed. They've been kind of touchy touchy (like, physically) throughout the issue, and now it culminates in a kiss in the wreckage of the perfumery. Good for them.

The witness Steve asked Rogue to track down is found - they're being sheltered by the X-Men right now - and they agree to meet with Ben Urich as long as Steve is there, too. So Steve (looking good with a bit of five-o'clock shadow) and Urich wait in Urich's office for the witness to arrive and find out that dun dun dun... yup, it's Wilson Fisk. The issue ends with him saying, "The X-Men are not protecting me... it is I, Wilson Fisk, who is protecting the X-Men." Oh my!

- Uncanny Avengers Vol 4 #3 (2023)

[dulcieseptimus]

I kind of took a break from perfume the last few months but it’s been slowly creeping back into my interests. while making notes on the third for the fics I’m working on rn I’ve been toying around with what the twins + naberius might wear

ianthe: rostracto by rogue perfumery or lust by lush. rostracto is what i imagined ianthe wearing when harrow comments on her perfume in htn (rose, vetiver, and musk) though it lacks the vetiver; it’s a jammy-rose with a smoky, musky base. lust is ‘dirty, heady, voluptuous, indolic’ according to one fragrantica review which I have to agree with. way more jasmine and ylang ylang forward than rose but it’s sweaty and musky and kind of gross in a way that makes me think of ianthe lol.

coronabeth: where ianthe tends to go towards musky fragrances, I think coronabeth goes more fruity or gourmand, at least back on the third. I can easily see very good girl by carolina herrera (fruity, floral, trendy, the bottle is shaped like a high heel shoe, has rose and vetiver to match ianthe), or angel’s share by killian (cognac, vanilla, cinnamon, praline. very ‘yummy’) on her vanity. as crown, nona mentions that she always smells like cinnamon. I see crown wearing something more simple like black phoenix alchemy lab’s scorched clove, cinnamon bark and tobacco absolute perfume oil.

naberius: dior sauvage. and way too much of it. just kidding, I actually think naberius is pretty knowledgeable about perfumes even if his tastes tend to trend a little basic. I think he might like armani’s acqua di gio or mfk baccarat rouge 540. he and coronabeth trade fragrances all the time. also he looks like jeremy fragrance in my head.

[selchielesbian]

I got some samples of rogue perfumery’s chypre-siam and tuberose and moss and they are both sooo old lady perfume-y. but i kind of love it.

[jovoy]

ooh is there an existing perfume you know of that smells like what good fortune SHOULD smell like because your description sounded so nice

hmmmmmmmmmmm ..keeping in line with a jasmine forward perfume i can think of a few that would fit the kind of mystical vibe that they were setting with good fortune but didnt quite hit the mark with the actual fragrance itself! none that fit everything i described but a few that kind of get close i think kind of.

first would be jasmin antique by rogue perfumery its a very musty dusty indolic stinky jasmine with a little bit of clove and vanilla BUT i still like it i know that makes it sound terrible but its really nice.reminds me of old shelves covered in cobwebs and antiques and various objects of significance and importance. like getting a tarot reading in a really old run down house or something. i dont think viktor and rolf would EVER make anything that smelled like this but if they did make good fortune smell like jasmin antique i would be shocked but also kindof impressed that they would do that

second is fils de joie by serge lutens its a very juicy and gorgeous rich honeyed jasmine..super decadent. dark/witchy in a cute and fun hot way its like a sexy witch or something on her broom with her black cat and her hat. if good fortune smelled like fils de joie i would be like cool this makes sense and i approve of this although its maybe not super fortune teller-y the way i described it but it would still fit that.

lush lust also works for this list for mostly the same reasons as jasmin antique but its a bit less musty dusty vintage so it may actually work better. its a really nice smelly indolic jasmine as well

and then idk if this would fit REALLY but i do think cacharel loulou deserves to be mentioned here i get a lot of jasmine from it but primarily incense..its mostly powdery and it smells very vintagey i will say. but also a bit cool and witchy as well i think it would fit too especially with how much incense i get. its really nice i think it strikes a nice medium (lol) between something like lust/jasmin antique and fils de joie

[dansar04]

Blue & Grey in the Rain.

Suit from Orazio Luciano, bespoke shirt, Drake’s tie, ps from Ledbury, Alden shoes and shades from Oliver Peoples. Scent: Rogue Perfumery Mousse Illuminée.

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[theenbyroiderer]

Some more of my favorite perfumes. Mond di Orio Cuir, Rogue Derviche, Hiram Green Arcadia, Pineward Velvetine, Pineward Steading, Pineward Revelries, and Slumberhouse Vikt.

[moratoirenoir]

[psychiclounge]

i say “i want to get some Different scents this time” and yet i end up on more oriza l legrand, andy tauer, etc. etc. musky chypre leather incense amber sandalwood frankincense sage pepper etc. etc. etc. etc. e

im eyeing up rogue perfumery’s chypre-siam the hardest ... it sounds soo good and classy and like a genuine vintage chypre and it makes me feel all heart eyes,,,..... plus both luckyscent and fragrantica compared it to au coeur du desert which i literally have and adore and am wearing right this moment

and it IS another oriza l legrand of which i have. 2 samples already but i was looking at violettes du czar also which is pretty unlike anything else i have ... i mean i Love the flavor of violet but im not sure how much id want to wear it? the reviews are saying it’s not overly candied and the leather note in there makes me interested plus i just. love the other samples ive gotten from the same company ..... hhrrrmrmrnnrmrmnrmnrmr

[sebastianshaw]

I'd like a scent for Tessa, Emma, Angelica, Maxime & Manon, Rogue.

EMMA Clear, strong, sophisticated, and just a little off-putting. Nothing too sweet, fruity, or overly floral, but also nothing dark, spicy, or musky. A very “clean” scent, almost chemical. Equal parts suited for a ballroom and a boardroom. More serious than a socialite, more glamorous than a CEO. Has “cool” scents like water and peppermint (yes, “water” is a scent, I don’t know how it works but it does) He very deliberately includes synthetic, non-natural ingredients that will have an astringent chemical STING to the nostrils, just a touch of PAIN when you get too close to smell enough. Very...icy. Top notes: Mint, water, aldehydes (not really a scent in itself, but adds a “sparkling” and “luminous” note to the other scents...no, I don’t know how that works for scent either, perfume people talk funny) Heart notes: Benzyl acetate simulations of white flowers (specifically night-flowering tuberose and jasmine, the kings of their category), camphor (an unusual and very powerful ingredient, more associated with cough medicine in the West but quite popular in Arabic perfumery,;a white, crystal-like powder that in the right hands and right amounts is used to amplify other scents and cut through overly-sweet smells like the tuberose) Base notes: Peppermint oil, white rum, tiniest hint of crisp new leather Also: Christian Dior’s Pure Poison, Chanel’s Cristalle Eau de Toilette, and Omnia Crystallin by Bulgari. Pun-tastic? Sure, doesn’t mean they’re not perfect.

TESSA Very subtle but then very strong once you pick it up, yet indistinct and hard to pin down or divide up into parts. Designed to be barely noticeable in the top notes, chemical but getting more complex in the middle, with an emphasis on artificial scents in both layers, and finally gets extremely powerful and complicated by the time the base notes are reached with exotic, smoky, “dark” scents that are from all-natural sources. Basically, it’s fake and barely-there at first, then after a while it’s very organically slapping you in the face. Top notes: Hedione (a chemical compound that has a soft jasmine aura), Mandarin leaves, white tea Heart notes: Indole (a chemical compound that is floral at low concentrations), Iso E Super ( chemical aroma described as a smooth, woody, amber note with a velvet-like sensation, imparts fullness to the other fragrances), bitter almond Base: Mexican copal bark, cypriol oil, choya laban, clary sage (no pun intended, but it’s a sweet-to-bittersweet-smelling herb) Also: Frost Flowers by LVNEA, Molecule 04 by Escentric Molecules, I Don’t Know What by D.S. & Durga ROGUE Shaw has had three encounters with Rogue that I can remember, and ALL are her just showing up and punching him ineffectively. So all he knows is that she has a Southern accent and she keeps TRYING to hit him despite KNOWING it won’t work. And honestly? “Southern and punches people” is a pretty good summary of Rogue anyway, so that works! So he’s mostly going off things his Yankee ass thinks are “Southern” here mixed with a “tomboy” vibe at the base---starts out with light florals on top that are very cliche-American-South mixed with the less “feminine” green notes family, the middle is basically peach cobbler that’s a little spicier than average, and then at the end you get some raw redneck Southern toughness. Top notes: Honeysuckle, magnolia, green notes (grass, stems) Heart notes: Peach, cinnamon and spice Base notes: Moss, tobacco, old worn leather like that incessant bomber jacket she had through the 90s ANGELICA He remembers Angelia purely as the naive child that Emma manipulated, and really couldn’t tell you anything about her besides “red hair, microwave powers, gullible/weak/etc” (his words, not mine) So that would be the perception he’s working with and what he would base this blend around. So he’d pick scents are “childish” (fruits, candy) and very delicate/”fragile” (light florals) and mix that with spices (red hair, fire) as the middle notes, then finish with a combination of bases that give her a “smoky” scent underneath the sweetness and spice. Top notes: Raspberry, lily of the valley, strawberry, daisy, cotton candy Heart notes: Allspice, cumin, ginger Base notes: Birch tar, amber, labdanum resin MANON & MAXIME He starts with just “outdoors” scents because that’s where he would like for them to STAY, then adds in the sweet little kid act that ISN’T FOOLING HIM YOU SYCOPHANTIC LITTLE SHITS, finishes with a whiskey base because goddammit he needs a drink every time they show up Top notes: Grass and stem scents, water, hints of wildflower blends Heart notes: Sickening sweet candy scents like cotton candy and bubblegum, very artificial, deliberately disgusting Base notes: Black pepper and whiskey

[fruitchouli]

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Goutal Un Matin d’Orage EDP 1.7oz 90% full - dense creamy gardenia - $42

Guerlain Mon Guerlain EDP 3.3oz 90% full - Guerlain’s take on a mall vanilla with lavender and tonka - SOLD

Vintage Lancôme Magie Noire 1.7oz 30% full - classic floral chypre with a spice oriental base - SOLD

Olympic Orchids Ballets Rouges 1oz 85% full - modern rose chypre, roses and 🚬 - $36

Goutal Rose Splendide 3.4oz 95% full - grandma’s rose bush with the subtle sweetness of pear - $40

Bottega Veneta EDP 1.7oz 95% full - modern leather chypre with oakmoss and patchouli - SOLD

Histoires de Parfums 1876 Mata Hari 2oz 75% - femcel’s musty bedroom, spicy woody rose with cumin and lychee - SOLD

Etro Dianthus tester 3.3oz 70% full - powdery, creamy, and softly spicy carnation with vanilla - $38

Mugler Womanity 2.7oz 98% full - ocean air and fig leaf - SOLD

Lolita Lempicka Green Lover 3.4oz 98% full- gin & tonic vanilla - SOLD

Lolita Lempicka Lolitaland tester (no cap) 2.7oz 95% full - ultra sweet peach Bellini gourmand - $22

Lolita Lempicka L L’aime 1.35oz 95% full - citrusy floral sandalwood musk - $13

Gaultier Ma Dame EDP 1.6oz 90% full - fresh, sporty rose patchouli - $20

Paul Smith Rose 3.3oz 85% full - fresh dewy rose à la Roses de Chloe - $26

Rogue Perfumery Chypre Siam 1oz 90% full - inspired by the original chypre, Coty Chypre, this is shades of green: kefir lime, basil, oakmoss with warmth and richness from ylang ylang and civet - SOLD

DSQUARED She Wood 3.4oz 98% full - fresh violet cedar - $54

Vintage Dior Dune 3.4oz 55% full - drift wood oriental, featuring rosewood and sandalwood - SOLD

Bvlgari Petits et Mamans 1.3oz 65% full - alcohol free soft chamomile vanilla musk - SOLD

Montale Dark Aoud 3.4oz 95% full - smoky dry woods with leather, vetiver, and sandalwood - SOLD

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