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I've been on vacation for a while now. About a week, I think. I went to Puerto Rico to see the 'rents. That went about as well as usual. Actually, it was a little better than usual, since I was only there from Friday to Tuesday. The time limit on family visits keeps getting shorter and shorter, though. Once upon a time, I could spend a whole week with my parents before they drove me bat-shit crazy. Now it takes about three days for me to hit homicidal. I love them. I do. It's just that I find them a hell of a lot easier to love over the phone. LOL
I was already annoyed with them when I headed down there, which did not help. They pretty much railroaded me into going, (I don't have anything against spending time in PR, but let's face it, if I had to pick my ideal vacation destination, it just wouldn't be the island that I spent 17 years plotting to escape. I was thinking Vegas, actually.) and when I called to give them my itinerary, they started bitching because I wasn't spending my entire time off work with them. Dude! I get one week of vacation time. One lousy week. I have a to-do list of truly terrifying proportions. Putting aside the whole I-don't-really-want-to-go-to-PR thing, I really did have to get back in time to take care of all this stuff. Huh, maybe I should have brought pictures of the post-nuclear-fallout mess that my apartment currently is with me. Although, I don't think that would have shut them up.
Oh, well. I did get to eat some ridiculously good food in between being dragged to see relatives. Also, I didn't kill anyone. Hell, I didn't even fight with anyone. I think this might have been the best visit with the folks ever. *g*
Now, I'm home and wading through laundry. But all is good, because I got my bpal in the mail this morning. Yay! I am made so insanely happy by this stuff. I swear that my sense of smell has actually gotten sharper since I started wearing these. The bpal peeps sent me three extra imps in this order, too, which is just cool. They sound delish. Under the cut are the descriptions of the loot, because those are as good as the perfumes and I want to keep them handy.
I got a 5ml of Perversion (The perfect scent to wear to your next bondage ball, dungeon adventure or sojourn to your favorite pleasure dome. Smoky rum and black tobacco with a whisper of steamy leather with a splash of crystalline chardonnay, layered over a sensual, sweet, and deceptively magnetic base of tonka.) because I am completely in love with it. I need to take some pictures, I think, because the cobalt bottle and label are just lovely.
Imps I ordered:
The Black Tower A sepulchral, desolate scent. Long-dead soldiers, oath-bound; the perfume of their armor, the chill wind that surges through their tower, white bone and blackened steel: white sandalwood, ambergris, wet ozone, galbanum and leather with ebony, teak, burnt grasses, English ivy and a hint of red wine.
Black Phoenix Our signature oil. A dark, languid scent. Promotes hedonistic tendencies and extreme self-love. You won't stop kissing mirrors for a month.
Medea Granddaughter of Helios, Hecate's chosen: Medea was one of the greatest sorceresses of the ancient world. She is the embodiment of ruthless power, indomitable will and furious vengeance. Night-blooming cereus, black orchid, black currant and myrtle leaf enshrouded in the incense of Hecate's cypress and myrrh, and the dark rage of magickal labdanum and intoxicating poppy.
Morocco The intoxicating perfume of exotic incenses wafting on warm desert breezes. Arabian spices wind through a blend of warm musk, carnation, red sandalwood and cassia.
Dragon's Musk Dominant, passionate, devastating. Dragon’s blood and five deep musks.
Loviatar The Finnish Goddess of Agony, Torment and the joy found in inflicting pain on others. The Mistress of Torture, she has transformed in the modern era into the patron Goddess of Dominatrixes. The slap of slick, hot leather punctuates the warm, sensual embrace of black amber, red musk and dark, lascivious myrrh. I'm wearing this one right now, and although the leather is lost on me, it is seriously good. Strong and sharp, and profoundly sexy.
Bonuses!
Tempest A crisp ozone-tinged breeze. The scent of the first gentle rain before the storm. This smells like sea salt spray in the vial. Yum. I love ocean-y scents. Calvin Klein's Escape (now sadly defunct) was my perfume all through high-school.
Thanatopsis A meditation upon death. Inspired by William Cullen Bryant's poem. A deep, solemn earthen scent containing pine, juniper and musk.
Saturnalia Unrestrained revelry, unchained licentiousness! Violet deepened with vetiver. Really good buzz about this one in the forums, so I'm glad I get to try it. I would have never ordered something that sounds so floral.
I go back to the bridal desk of doom on Tuesday, and I will be asking people to sniff me. LOL
In the meantime, I must finish the laundry, and clean my apartment, and oh, yeah, fight with Harvard some more. All the while resisting the urge to go see Serenity again. Four times is enough, right? That should definitely hold me over until it comes out on DVD. Right?
I was already annoyed with them when I headed down there, which did not help. They pretty much railroaded me into going, (I don't have anything against spending time in PR, but let's face it, if I had to pick my ideal vacation destination, it just wouldn't be the island that I spent 17 years plotting to escape. I was thinking Vegas, actually.) and when I called to give them my itinerary, they started bitching because I wasn't spending my entire time off work with them. Dude! I get one week of vacation time. One lousy week. I have a to-do list of truly terrifying proportions. Putting aside the whole I-don't-really-want-to-go-to-PR thing, I really did have to get back in time to take care of all this stuff. Huh, maybe I should have brought pictures of the post-nuclear-fallout mess that my apartment currently is with me. Although, I don't think that would have shut them up.
Oh, well. I did get to eat some ridiculously good food in between being dragged to see relatives. Also, I didn't kill anyone. Hell, I didn't even fight with anyone. I think this might have been the best visit with the folks ever. *g*
Now, I'm home and wading through laundry. But all is good, because I got my bpal in the mail this morning. Yay! I am made so insanely happy by this stuff. I swear that my sense of smell has actually gotten sharper since I started wearing these. The bpal peeps sent me three extra imps in this order, too, which is just cool. They sound delish. Under the cut are the descriptions of the loot, because those are as good as the perfumes and I want to keep them handy.
I got a 5ml of Perversion (The perfect scent to wear to your next bondage ball, dungeon adventure or sojourn to your favorite pleasure dome. Smoky rum and black tobacco with a whisper of steamy leather with a splash of crystalline chardonnay, layered over a sensual, sweet, and deceptively magnetic base of tonka.) because I am completely in love with it. I need to take some pictures, I think, because the cobalt bottle and label are just lovely.
Imps I ordered:
The Black Tower A sepulchral, desolate scent. Long-dead soldiers, oath-bound; the perfume of their armor, the chill wind that surges through their tower, white bone and blackened steel: white sandalwood, ambergris, wet ozone, galbanum and leather with ebony, teak, burnt grasses, English ivy and a hint of red wine.
Black Phoenix Our signature oil. A dark, languid scent. Promotes hedonistic tendencies and extreme self-love. You won't stop kissing mirrors for a month.
Medea Granddaughter of Helios, Hecate's chosen: Medea was one of the greatest sorceresses of the ancient world. She is the embodiment of ruthless power, indomitable will and furious vengeance. Night-blooming cereus, black orchid, black currant and myrtle leaf enshrouded in the incense of Hecate's cypress and myrrh, and the dark rage of magickal labdanum and intoxicating poppy.
Morocco The intoxicating perfume of exotic incenses wafting on warm desert breezes. Arabian spices wind through a blend of warm musk, carnation, red sandalwood and cassia.
Dragon's Musk Dominant, passionate, devastating. Dragon’s blood and five deep musks.
Loviatar The Finnish Goddess of Agony, Torment and the joy found in inflicting pain on others. The Mistress of Torture, she has transformed in the modern era into the patron Goddess of Dominatrixes. The slap of slick, hot leather punctuates the warm, sensual embrace of black amber, red musk and dark, lascivious myrrh. I'm wearing this one right now, and although the leather is lost on me, it is seriously good. Strong and sharp, and profoundly sexy.
Bonuses!
Tempest A crisp ozone-tinged breeze. The scent of the first gentle rain before the storm. This smells like sea salt spray in the vial. Yum. I love ocean-y scents. Calvin Klein's Escape (now sadly defunct) was my perfume all through high-school.
Thanatopsis A meditation upon death. Inspired by William Cullen Bryant's poem. A deep, solemn earthen scent containing pine, juniper and musk.
Saturnalia Unrestrained revelry, unchained licentiousness! Violet deepened with vetiver. Really good buzz about this one in the forums, so I'm glad I get to try it. I would have never ordered something that sounds so floral.
I go back to the bridal desk of doom on Tuesday, and I will be asking people to sniff me. LOL
In the meantime, I must finish the laundry, and clean my apartment, and oh, yeah, fight with Harvard some more. All the while resisting the urge to go see Serenity again. Four times is enough, right? That should definitely hold me over until it comes out on DVD. Right?
