TOTALLY zombi-ied me this morning. Took a minute. Or sixty.
Lime Crime is known for their offbeat shades, and daring finishes…so really Halloween isn’t a stretch. Like, at all.
But I love that they make a point of the 31st all the same, and they they go “LE” (limited edition) in honor. “Bloodmoon”? I do! (Incidentally, I never – ever – wear lipstick. But…I bought it, because… #vamp #bloodmoon #batwings. ❤ )
It’s kind of hard to resist – the perfect blackened red, don’t you agree? Wicked is also spectacular, but I find it more a challenge to find the right dark blood red… Of course then I see Red Velvet and want that too… ❤
It’s perfect for leaving love notes, so I have an excuse to splurge. 😉 (Or at least that’s what my not-so-inner-also-outer Vamp says.)
If you are feeling angelic, you could always go “Moonstone” – fair to say they have all manner of “bold” covered…and in that shade, you wouldn’t be run of the mill “divine!”
I really can’t get enough of Halloween, and given that scents play an integral role in memories – creating and recalling – I have a deep-rooted love of fragrance, particularly the ones that center on this time of year.
I am, however, incredibly particular. Once upon a time I fell in love with Acqua Di Gio by Armani – when it was discontinued some 15 years after I discovered it, I was horribly distressed. Aqua was one of the very few fragrances that managed clean floral without the oft’ cloying aroma of the market majority – for me that was the ideal situation. When it faded into the historical, balmy tomes, I bowed out completely – I never was a perfume kind of girl, so the loss of the one I adored…singularly…was it for me.
I was always acutely aware of life’s redolence, though, whether nature-created, or the man-made kind, filling precious glass bottles to the brim with pale, watery hues. I still am keenly cognizant of them, though I’ve long given up purchasing any “Eau” for myself.
Still, I maintain a somewhat illimitable love of fragrance – the sense of smell is one that can (as aforementioned) move us quite deeply. What do I wear in this case? Dragon’s Blood. Only. By a very specific brand, I should add… My red vials are sacred in their own way, as my olfactory has associated the liquid resin with parts of my being, and my Life. It is fair to say, also, that it is MY scent – the oils and ph of our skin births a unique aroma all our own, no matter the formulation is the same. (It might be why a fragrance you LOVE smells divine freshly uncanted…and also on a friend of yours…but perhaps not on you so much.)
I fell in love with Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab many moons ago – during what you might call a personal journey (from which was born profound self-discovery.) The scent selection at the time was still rather substantial (though a meager cry from the current offerings!) and, what I loved most, highly uncommon. I bought more imps that I could have counted – so many that I had to have a bead container labeled with the letters of the alphabet to sort them!
Another site, while I am at it, whose oils I have purchased (and happily burned to enchant the air!) is Dark Candles – another site for those in love with Samhain, or vampish, um, everything…!
In any case, I recently saw this post from Musingsofamuse and it – of course – caught my attention. Best time of year and countless fragrances to seduce the senses (seasonally, or not!)
She posted about a brand I am unfamiliar with, Lathers & Lights – fair to say they are now on my radar. 🙂 The sheer plethora of scents – specifically allotted to October, and to Autumn itself – is MIND-blowing. I desperately want to read through them all right now but my eyes are starting to feel strained just from typing for so long! It really is amazing.
I’ll post a few screen shots below (not knowing whether they abandon ship later in the year) – it was rather a challenge to fit all of “HALLOWEEN” on my screen (huge it is!) but…I tried! You may not be able to make it out completely here, but just take in the size of the selection – if you are a lover of fragrance the way that I am (in an intensely, all-encompassing, sensorial way) and / or also enchanted by Halloween, it’s worth just knowing someone out there has an enormous offering for you.
Oh…and pumpkin scents? There are over 30!
My Aunt and Uncle definitely know me well. In honor of my upcoming wedding – on the closest day to Hallows as I could manage – they sent early, season-(and event)-appropriate fun. There isn’t a single other holiday I look forward to as much, and if I had my way, it would be every day.
Yay for Autumnal revelry!
Jack O’Lanterns and sugar skulls should be available at all times of the year, so says moi. (I suppose they ARE nowadays, via Etsy, eBay, and other online shops. Hallelujah chorus for Samhain? Yes, there should be one. Just regarding the former point alone!)
I didn’t care for the acting in Sleepy Hollow – I have to get that out of the way. But I don’t watch Tim Burton movies for the acting. His decadently dreary visuals simply light my heart aglow, especially when they lean Autumnal (to my gothic heart, it seems his lenses are so seasonally tinted – perpetually, much to my joy!)
His eerie, throw-back town, cloaked in lowly fog and Samhain-style mise-en-scene is so my speed it’s ridiculous. The average human being, I daresay, seems to possess such desires as going to the beach, baking beneath a blindingly hot ball of fire. . . They like pop stars and malls and large gatherings of people… And there I sit – and always HAVE sat – with a heart yearning for the deep. For the drumming of the earth, the black of the night, the impossibly-incandescent burn of the moon and stars.
I’m scarcely morbid, and find myself often mistaken for a social butterfly. No. Nooo. I’m more like the little black bat flitting around at Dusk. The Morticia in the corner, carefully contemplating, and reveling in the shadows. While not so evident at this stage in my life, at least I’m not accused of loving pink – ah yes, at least that is obvious enough!
Tim Burton’s quirky characters, singularly macabre and always intriguing, enchanted me from the get-go – Each one more peculiar than the next, and ever placed in spectacularly vampish settings.
I don’t want to live in a City, my feet falling on hard concrete and my gaze stifled by towering man-made constructions. I don’t need to be in the center of things, encompassed by busy streets and bustling storefronts. Sure, I enjoy not being completely isolated – it’s nice to have some manner of life around! But I’d much prefer those ghostly streets, with their spectral, smokey vapor and stormy skies… A few lit Jack-O-Lanterns would be enough to brighten the mood for me. . .