gothiccharmschool:

From last year’s reviews of Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s Only Lovers Left Alive Scents, Byron, Shelley, and Keats:

Uncompromising idealism, haunted romanticism, fatal ennui, and a heady amount of scandal and vice: red roses and pale carnation with a draught of laudanum, smears of opium tar, a hint of absinthe, and mercury ointment.

My thoughts upon smelling this: “Well now I want to go have a midnight picnic in the garden. How difficult would it be to set up all the velvet throws and pillows, candelabras for enough light to read a book of antique ghost stories, and a tray with the absinthe, glasses, and the absinthe fountain? Far too ambitious a plan; I should just stay draped on the couch. Why oh why don’t I have a butler?”

Shelly, Byron, and Keats is one of my favorites from the Only Lovers Left Alive collection. I embrace my cliches so hard they squeak in mock-protest.

Out of the entire line of BPAL’s OLLA scents, Byron, Shelley, and Keats is my second-most favorite. Blood Popsicle still owns my heart, but the scent for the mad, bad, and dangerous to know poetry boys is a very close second.

If it isn’t possible for me to lounge on a velvet couch and read ghost stories right now, at least I can smell like it.

annabellioncourt!