BPAL review - (Old) Dublin & Ouija
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ladyvyolaOLD DUBLIN (Wanderlust): The scent of misty forests, damp alder leaf, and the gentlest touch of white rose. (from the website)
A mixed experience. Reviews made this sound like Tintagel's younger cousin so Mom and I were eager to try it. It's greener than Tintagel and I get more cinnamon from it. The rose comes through as it dries, goes away, comes up again.
But alas! It has no throw and no staying power on either of us. I had to put my nose right up against my skin to detect it and it was gone from Mom in less than an hour, from me in less than two. This might be something to add to lotion or oil and layer along with Tintagel.
Note: this imp was labeled "Old Dublin"; this scent is now listed as simply "Dublin" and has apparently been reformulated. If I come across an imp of Dublin I'll have to try it and see if it's any different on me.
OUIJA (Bewitching Brews): Lush parlor rooms draped in thick velvets and gilded in gold, unearthly whispering in the distance, fleeting flashes of wraithlike figures rushing just outside your vision, the chill of a phantom presence brushing by your cheek, the inscrutable knowledge that disembodied eyes are peering at you from darkened corners… this is the essence of Victorian-era spiritualism: rosewood, oak and teak notes with wispy blue lilac, tea rose, dried white rose and ethereal osmanthus. (from the website)
I adore lilac and rose so I was hoping for great things from Ouija. My only disappointment is that it isn't as "big" a scent on me as I'd like -- the throw wasn't nearly as all-enveloping as Tintagel.
This is a sophisticated, grown-up fragrance to both of us, sexy and mature, with a lot of facets. The lilac came up first, very sweet and heady. It began to mellow out and got a little powdery -- the white rose? -- but it isn't baby powder or old lady rose. It's more Myrna Loy in a backless dress, sitting at a vanity, whisking a puff over her shoulders before slinking off to a nightclub. Mmmmm, come sit by me.
After a while, the wood warmed up and the oak came through, then the roses made a comeback. Lilac drifted up again, mixing with the wood.
About this time, I decided to put on a little more. Right then, my father came up and I had him take a sniff of my wrist. "Oh, no!" he said as soon as he did. Uh-oh. But then I had him sniff Mom, who had not put on any more and he liked that. So this is definitely not a fragrance to waft by him until it's calmed down a bit.
Ouija didn't last through the night on me; there was the barest whiff around me in the morning. I'm going to have to layer it and refresh it when I use it but I don't mind -- this was another mood-elevating experience. I got very chatty and self-satisfied breathing it in.
A mixed experience. Reviews made this sound like Tintagel's younger cousin so Mom and I were eager to try it. It's greener than Tintagel and I get more cinnamon from it. The rose comes through as it dries, goes away, comes up again.
But alas! It has no throw and no staying power on either of us. I had to put my nose right up against my skin to detect it and it was gone from Mom in less than an hour, from me in less than two. This might be something to add to lotion or oil and layer along with Tintagel.
Note: this imp was labeled "Old Dublin"; this scent is now listed as simply "Dublin" and has apparently been reformulated. If I come across an imp of Dublin I'll have to try it and see if it's any different on me.
OUIJA (Bewitching Brews): Lush parlor rooms draped in thick velvets and gilded in gold, unearthly whispering in the distance, fleeting flashes of wraithlike figures rushing just outside your vision, the chill of a phantom presence brushing by your cheek, the inscrutable knowledge that disembodied eyes are peering at you from darkened corners… this is the essence of Victorian-era spiritualism: rosewood, oak and teak notes with wispy blue lilac, tea rose, dried white rose and ethereal osmanthus. (from the website)
I adore lilac and rose so I was hoping for great things from Ouija. My only disappointment is that it isn't as "big" a scent on me as I'd like -- the throw wasn't nearly as all-enveloping as Tintagel.
This is a sophisticated, grown-up fragrance to both of us, sexy and mature, with a lot of facets. The lilac came up first, very sweet and heady. It began to mellow out and got a little powdery -- the white rose? -- but it isn't baby powder or old lady rose. It's more Myrna Loy in a backless dress, sitting at a vanity, whisking a puff over her shoulders before slinking off to a nightclub. Mmmmm, come sit by me.
After a while, the wood warmed up and the oak came through, then the roses made a comeback. Lilac drifted up again, mixing with the wood.
About this time, I decided to put on a little more. Right then, my father came up and I had him take a sniff of my wrist. "Oh, no!" he said as soon as he did. Uh-oh. But then I had him sniff Mom, who had not put on any more and he liked that. So this is definitely not a fragrance to waft by him until it's calmed down a bit.
Ouija didn't last through the night on me; there was the barest whiff around me in the morning. I'm going to have to layer it and refresh it when I use it but I don't mind -- this was another mood-elevating experience. I got very chatty and self-satisfied breathing it in.
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Date: 2005-11-22 08:40 pm (UTC)Let me guess one place the makers have never visited...
They'll be selling "London Peasouper" next.
*has fond memories of snotting black out her nose for two days and not being able to speak after days in Dublin as a teenager*
*has even less fond memories of the special "overboiled cabbage" smell that Dublin used to reek on days when Guinness were brewing and Bewley's were roasting in tandem*
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Date: 2005-11-22 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-22 08:45 pm (UTC)By my guess, that'd be a mix of stale piss-ridden gutters, petrol fumes and a definite tang of alcoholic desperation.
(No offence meant, o'course - it's just that Dublin, until fairly recently, was the arse end of Europe...)
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Date: 2005-11-22 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-22 11:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-22 11:47 pm (UTC)Dublin's two main theatres (the Gate and the Abbey) used to be known as Sodom and Begorrah. Mainly because the Abbey did a shitload of crappy Irish plays and the Gate was run by the most flamboyant gay man in Ireland...