Disclaimer: I am not a perfume expert, nor am I sponsored by BPAL or, indeed, anyone.
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This is another of the Bewitching Brews, named for the Nymphs of the Lethe, the river of Hades.
It is a sweet scent to begin with, and there is something almost deathly about this sweetness: a saccharine putrescence. A heavy, heady, musky odour, that is vaguely sickly, like a perfumed corpse. This too, is a lingerer, but its scent fades slowly, and almost unnoticeable. This one is a cloudy enveloper – it feels like it lingers in the air, even after you have been wearing it for some time, throwing and swooping around you like a murmuration of starlings. So, whilst Isidore’s Phoenix is tidal in its waves, this gently disintegrates, in way which you don’t entirely notice, until it has happened, and all that you are left with, clinging close to your skin, so close it could be your own musk, is the delicate scent of a dusty old spice jar.