What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me. No, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so. Hamlet, Act II, Scene II
I’ve saved the best til last.
There is no way that I can adequately explain how much I adore this scent. It is peculiar and unusual, and I have never found another like it. As strange as this sounds, it is literally what it says on the tin – the closest perfection, in scent, to dust.
It’s part of the Only Lovers Left Alive collection, and it is one which is one which most perfectly captures the scene on which it is based. It is the dusty scent of books which comes out most strongly on my skin, but they are tinged with something sweeter, and it is probably the beeswax. There’s also a cold note here – the knife blade – and what is used to create that strange coldness I have no idea.
This scent warms and lasts and changes wonderfully. I put it on at 06.00 – its now 21.49, and it’s still here, following me around in a parchmenty vapour. The throw and staying power of this scent are incredible – I don’t own another like it, and almost always when I wear it someone asks what smells so good. This is sexy and cold and ancient and full of knowledge and wisdom and it is beautiful.
Well, this has been my last 31 Scents post. I’ve enjoyed doing them, and I hope you’ve enjoyed reading them. I’ll be doing one more blog in the near future, doing a mahoussive Halloweenies haul which I hope will come out around Bonfire Night. It seems…apposite.
Disclaimer: I am not a perfume expert, nor am I sponsored by BPAL or, indeed, anyone.
To find the notes for these scents, click the link in the name.