Give new meaning to the phrase “long-term relationship” with these remaining licensed fragrances from Jim Jarmusch’s Only Lovers Left Alive, starring the inestimable Tilda Swinton and (recent Golden Globe winner) Tom Hiddleston.
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.
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