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List created from the examples provided by one of the infinite perfume vials that can cycle through available scents. It has since been regularly updated with perfumes sold at recent events. Rows marked with an asterisk are not available in the infinite perfume vials.

Name Scent
You have a soothing scent of valerian clinging to your skin. Dark musk and tones of aged widowwood blossoms add depth to the ethereal scent.
You have the slightly citrus scent of feverfew instilled into your skin, with crystalline notes of glacier water and a sensuous array of exotic spices.
You have faint notes of sweet alyssum spiked with acrid tones of blackened cinnamon emanating from your skin.
You have the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing your skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice.
You have top notes of aromatic coumarin and freshly cut sugarcane clinging to your form. Vividly bitter sassafras chords give way to the heady, licorice aroma of absinthe oil.
You have the rosy blush of ironwood blossoms and apricots scenting you with nectarous fragrance. The sharp tang of quince pomes is cut by sweetly metallic blood orange heart notes.
You have the bare scent of sheer white musk and paper-thin citrus peel enveloping you. Dulcet base notes of lush faewood blossoms enrich the perfume with an intensely floral core.
You have virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about you. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath.
You have the exotic air of orris root surrounding you in a fragrant halo. Layered with the woody floral scent, wisps of peony and paperwhites lend an unexpected fragility to the elusive perfume.
You have honeyed top notes of villswood flower and neroli oil perfuming your skin. The sugary forefront is endowed with potent base notes of sweetfern that elevate the scent with transparent green accords.
You have the ethereal, smoky scent of burning incense and rockrose resin lingering about you. Breaths of lotus circle throughout the hyacinth base notes, expanding like a stone's ripple across still water.
You have the milky sweetness of magnolia laced with a touch of sunstruck honeycomb floating about you. Balmy heart notes of carmiln flower, linden blossom, and dandelion greens are gathered together in a springtide olfactory bouquet.
You have the faintly sharp scent of hardwood chips and sawdust clinging to your skin.
You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
You have the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about you.
You have the unique, tangy scent of the salty sea drifting over your skin.
You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin.
You have the heady, damp scent of cigar smoke wreathing you, coupled with the complex muskiness of unburnt tobacco.
You have the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to you, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones.
You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin.
You have the faint, yet biting scents of charred wood, soot, and ashes lingering around you.
You have the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding you in a cloying cloud.
You have the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around you with an almost palpable heaviness.
You have the smell of oiled leather suffusing the air around you, overwhelmed by a caustic tang of hot metal.
You have the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around you.
You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin.
You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you.
You have the distinct smell of recently caught fish emanating from your skin.
You have the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting your skin.
You have the scent of incense surrounding you, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness.
You have a veil of mournbloom embracing you in its solemn, twilight scent. Echoes of acridness shade the floral lament with a ghostly, charred suggestion of cinders.
You have the funereal velvet of mournbloom shadowing your skin, punctuated by poignant whispers of rosemary and smoke. Distant earthen odors of damp stone and loam linger beneath the initial bouquet, transforming into a haunting olfactory mixture.
You have the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on your skin.
* You have an acrid scent of fresh paint rising from your body. A faint metallic tang darts through the bottom notes, subtle enough to defy identification.
* You have the freshness of hops whispering about your form, complicated by an herbal foundation of stout barley. Quiet breaths of musk further darken the melange.
* You have whispers of cloying jasmine clinging to your skin, with bright sparks of crisp cedar flirting about base notes of winter rose.
* You have a luxuriant melange of ice tulips clinging delicately to your body. Fresh mint chills the scent, forming a bright contrast to the husky warmth of lilies and jasmine blossoms.
* You have the sickly-sweet odor of dead and decaying flesh rising from your skin in rancid waves. Beneath it, the husky scent of pitch and burning pine prevents the melange from overpowering the nose.
* You have a light commingling of woodsy scents about your body, redolent with the nutty sweetness of almond oil. The acrid bite of witch hazel lingers around the edges of the scent, its presence balanced by touches of earthy fern.
* You have a firm odor of freshly-tanned leather playing over your skin, which gives way to the warmth of musk in the bottom notes. Just a hint of lemon grass lends a clean, herbal note to the scent.
* You have a complex scent of burnt sugar and vanilla wreathed about you in a subtle cloud of candy sweetness. Sharp notes of lush apricot and hints of lemon thrust through the subtle base of white and dark chocolate, charging the mixture with a breathy tang.
You have the pure essence of seaside mist haloing you in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent.
You have a refreshingly green infusion of wild clover and mint drifting about you. A sharp undercurrent of stormy ozone adds a tangy base note to the crisp scent.
You have a heady rush of vanilla clinging to your skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge.
You have the rich, musky scent of warm earth beneath the haze of the sun lingering on your skin.
You have hints of musky amber clinging to your skin, the dark fragrance laced with the feral scent of untamed wilds.
Moonflower You have a sheer and elusive fragrance haunting the air about you. The subtle sweet florals of the moonflower are light and airy, distinctive without being overwhelming.
You have rich strains of tobacco smoke and oakwood spearheading the full-bodied fragrance that suffuses the air about you. Underscored by hints of black malt and fine hops, the amber base note of the fragrance drifts warmly to the forefront when others have faded.
You have the rich velvet-smooth scent of tuberose suffusing the air about you. Its floral notes are tamed and made more mellow by the inherent powdery sweetness of the blossom.
Trillium You have the light, airy scent of trillium blossoms clinging to your skin. The sweetness of the flower is underscored by a subtle hint of fruit essences.
You have a rustic weald aroma, steeped in the essence of peppery thyme, clinging to your skin. In the forefront, touches of lemon and oakmoss introduce the herbaceous heart notes that become lost like a passing thought over time.
You have the refined, lightly flowery fragrance of iceblossom embracing you. Heady inclusions of damask rose and heliotrope elegantly finish the efflorescent bouquet.
You have a piquant balm, redolent of a life on the open sea, churning the air about you. Head notes of spiced rum and stale smoke are quickly banished by a heart of salty ocean air over currents of scorched flint and lightly floral citrus.
You have a telluric aura of scent clinging to your skin, created by earthy notes of deep weald moss and fallen leaves that churn beneath a cloud of petrichor. Like a river over smooth rocks, the twang of ripe winterberries ripples above the woody heart notes that lie on a nebulous bed of fresh green, reminiscent of the scent of mint crushed underfoot.
You have a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding your skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine.
Oakmoss You have a rich, green scent lingering in a haze about you. Notes of moist earth and the deep weald are but undertones in a warm aroma prevalently of oakmoss.
Lumnea Bride You have sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling you, the warm, honeyed attar tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole.
You have the warming scent of balsam emanating from your skin. Heart notes of spicy resin are undercut and made mild by hints of sweet vanilla.
You have the smoky sweet scent of cypress drifting about you. Notes of evergreen course beneath the top notes -- fresh, with a hint of spice.
You have the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to your skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness.
You have the woodsy blend of freshly cut wyrmwood bark and sun-warmed mezereon drifting about you. Tangy yew berry notes ricochet off of the potent, yet mellow aura of pennyroyal, arnica, and rhododendron.
You have a soft winter rose fragrance twined subtly with hints of sheer musk surrounding you. Dark plum heart notes disperse into a flowery melange of tuberose and cyclamen, layered delicately over the rich cassis berry undertones lurking beneath.
You have a sweetly redolent blend of ripe persimmon and quince clinging lightly about you. Heart notes of autumnal leaves and petitgrain, faintly laced with bright marigold accords, are punctuated by transient breaths of fresh ginger.
You have the velvety soft, lingering perfume of jonquil and almond blossom floating about you. Summery linden flower heart notes are reticulated with transparent accords of balsa wood and white tea.
You have a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping you. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base.
You have the refreshing fragrance of teaberry leaves clinging to you, pierced with bright accents of pink peppercorn and cinnamon amber.
Fireflies in the Dark You have wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on your skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose.
Gypsy's Song You have a delicate veil of smoky incense haunting your skin and hair. From beneath the ashen scent rise sweet florals, a heady mixture of rock rose, hyacinth, and jasmine, conveyed to the senses on streams of patchouli and sandalwood.
Olaesta Showers You have an aqueous haze wafting about you, reminiscent of a dew-laden morning. Light and flowery, a rush of apricot mingles with the immaculate scent of lilac in a white wash of fragrance underscored by currents of neroli and juniper.
You have an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding you - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove.
Vanilla-Lavender Truffle You have the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about you, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose.
Melonberry Splash You have crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to your skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil.
You have the dewy scent of honey wreathing your skin, its distinctive sourwood origins revealing themselves in a fragrance akin to gingerbread. Deep tides of anise and nutmeg wend their way, nearly undiscernible, through the honey's golden warmth to complete the smooth, caramel quality of the aroma.
Twilight Repose You have stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about you, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent.
You have a smoky sweetness lying close to your skin. Floral, but not cloying, the scent is subtle and haunting, with a darkness that evolves in notes of civet, clove, and the most ephemeral touch of pineapple.
You have the loam of freshly dug earth draping you in a complex fragrance underscored by layers of crisp, green aromas. Sharp splinters of tomato leaves are awash in the cool of cucumber and sweet basil, while threads of aloe and camphor are woven throughout.
You have a malodor emanating from you in waves so pungent that any standing near would be helpless but to fall victim to the stench. Like the humid breath of a mongrel kobold, there are distinct currents of rotting meat, bile, and decay.
You have the reeking fetor distinctive of rotting flesh tainting the air about you. Sickly sweet undercurrents indicative of infection and pus are but an afterthought to the rank putrescence that hangs in the foreground like a butchered piece of decomposing meat.
You have a musty, earthen haze engulfing you in a strong odor of moldering silt. Like water that has sat too long and collected the decaying aromas of the plant and animal refuse lost beneath its surface, there is a vaguely sour note in the otherwise mildew-laden scent of stagnation.
You have retch-inspiring emanations of spoiled seafood wafting about you, suffusing every inch of your person with an incalculable foulness. Only the slightest hint of briny sea water can be detected before being overwhelmed by the rot of fishy flesh.
You have highly pungent fumes radiating from you in oily waves so thick that the taste, as well as the smell, of skunk spray regretfully lingers in the nose and at the back of the throat. A noxious mixture reminiscent of sulfur, soured and rotting cabbage, and the sharp, bitter scent of smoldering medicinal herbs, this vaporous stench is unrelenting.
You have a miasmatic fragrance that follows your every move, its composition both verdurous and virulent. The aroma of hemlock possesses hints of crushed parsnip leaves overlying a mousy, musty alkaline base.
You have the unmistakable stench of bile and a melange of undigested food draped heavily about you. Made worse by the humidity of the putrefaction, there is an undercurrent of acidity that burns the nostrils.
Shame and Regret You have a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding you, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded.
You have the soft, woodsy perfume of carmiln flowers laced with lush modwir resin heart notes surrounding you in a lightly fragrant haze.
You have the sharply tannic scents of dark red wine and black currant lingering about you, smoothed by evasive floral strawberry blossom accords.
You have the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing you.
* You have a scent warmed by cinnamon and clove lingering in a haze about you. The tart scent of crisp apples forms the top notes, which meld and give way to the incalescence of rich mulling spices that rises as a swelling undercurrent.
* You have the freshly baked aroma of a cookie surrounding you, thick with the sweetness of sugar, richness of butter, and twinge of vanilla touched by a hint of chocolate.
* You have a luscious fragrance of spiced honey and black currant accented by the velvety scent of vanilla orchids, with notes of sun-ripened apricot, mingling about you.
* You have the alluring scent of honeyed gardenia petals surrounding you, challenged by the equally potent fragrance of nightshade, each struggling to dominate and overtake the other. An infusion of rich smoke adds a thickness to the scent, allowing it to subtly linger and cling to your skin.
* You have encircling you a subtle fragrance of rose and lavender essences.
* You have the fresh, earthy scent of rain-kissed eucalyptus leaves surrounding you in a faint, fragrant halo. Heart notes of crisp mint balanced with subtle lavender inclusions give the scent a delicate, but clean, finish.
* You have about you the scent of fresh linen, underscored by the distinctive redolence of aged parchment. Throughout the fragrance, a briny base note of sea salt binds the upper layers together in a cohesive, complex cologne.
* You have a heady scent enshrouding you, with top notes of warm magnolia lending to the fragrance a lush sweetness and subtle spice that is underscored by the smokiness of pink-blushed honeysuckle.
* You have the crisp scent of the alpine wind lingering around your form, ecuding a faint, but complex, bouquet with playful notes of larkspur and mezereon blossoms flirting with the sharp, but elusive, undertones of cedar and freshly polished leather.
* You have a delicately sweet tropical scent drifting about you. A luscious foreground of jasmine and honeysuckle mingle amongst a faint aroma reminiscent of a passed afternoon rain.
* You have the sweet, dew-drenched fragrance of fresh garden roses swirled with the scent of warm white musk enveloping your form. Spicy notes of exotic cardamom tease through the floral scent, barely masking the strange off-notes of nightshade and belladonna.
* You have a potent mixture of crushed hemlock and copal resin wreathing about you in astringent waves. Sharper notes of absinthe and black rum flood through a lingering, yet reserved, base note of finely aged whiskey.
* You have the faint aquatic scents of fresh seafoam and briny saltwater wrapping about you. Spicy inclusions of sandalwood and myrrh oil punctuate the cologne, giving way to a spray of muted honeysuckle and valerian base notes.
* You have the delicate combination of ripe strawberries and heady chocolate subtly surrounding him. The scent is sweet and light, yet interspersed with notes reminiscent of rich vanilla cream.
* You have the delicate scents of fresh green pear and tender cherry blossom clinging to your form in a redolent haze. The bitterness of white tea leaves adds depth to the lightly floral fragrance, before warming to a richer, sanguine cedarwood base note.
You have a luxuriant blend of sweetly floral cherry blossom and sharp red musk clinging to you, fading into a rich, heady star jasmine base note.
You have the full-bodied fragrance of wild tea roses over tart pomegranate heart notes lingering around you, softened with sugared vanilla oil accords.
You have the delicate scent of blue lilac floating about you, suspended in the sheerest whisper of incense smoke.
You have a subtly scented haze of black poppies surrounding you, sprigged with spiny dark green herbal inclusions.
You have a softly fragrant cloud of dandelion honey and green fig haloed about you, laced with vibrant sprays of snapdragon and apple mint.
* You have the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about you, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain.
Autumn Moon You have a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about you, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish.
Tobacco and Bloodwood You have a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about you. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas.
You have hints of caramelized brown sugar and roasted pecans shrouding you in a fresh-baked haze of aroma. The sweetness is underscored by notes of dark vanilla and just a touch of bourbon.
Black Cherry Rose You have the darkly sweet and almost floral scent of black cherries drifting through the air about you, eddying in currents of toasted almond laced with tea rose.
Hunter's Way You have a robust redolence about you, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage.
Sun-kissed Pear You have light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about you. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood.
You have enshrouding you a classically built cologne that layers vetiver over heart notes of rugged leather and smoked pecan, which are softened by hints of sandalwood and amber.
You have a warm fragrance haunting the air about you, redolent with the scent of honeyed ale and fine leather, sweetened by undertones of dark vanilla.
Berrywood You have a light-hearted fragrance dappling the air around you, lush with the aroma of ripe blackberries and sweet cream, grounded with undercurrents of dark mahogany and apple wood.
You have the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about you. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting.
You have a subtle aroma, reminiscent of a tranquil summer evening on crystal blue waters and lightly mingled with the intoxicating fragrance of tropical flowers lingering on your skin. The air around you is infused with the light bouquet of exotic shores.
White Tea and Peony You have an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about you, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea.
You have diaphanous chords of powdery rose and sweet green pear draped about you, conveyed on subtle undercurrents of salt and sea to create a fragrance both fresh and subtle.
You have a delicately sweet melange about you of yellow plum and wildflower honey headnotes, adrift in a light zephyr of creamy vanilla. At the base of the fragrance is the subtlest hint of white musk.
You have the piquant scent of lavender clinging to your skin, made sweet by notes of pineapple mint that swirl just beneath the surface. The upper notes dissolve into a complimentary sillage of tart lime.
You have an aqueous fragrance of fresh cucumber and watermelon creating a veil about you. The sweetness is tempered by tart citrus and water lily heart notes that dwindle to a soft base of woody moss.
You have a niveous haze of white florals - whispers of magnolia and gardenia - atop grounding notes of herbaceous saffron and smoky sandalwood engulfing you. Lingering when all else has faded is the sweet floral of mimosa blossoms.
You have a velvety scent haunting the air about you, rife with spicy notes of galanga brought low by the elusive iris, both dry and sweet. Both notes melds flawlessly into a base of dark cocoa.
You have warm currents wafting about you, redolent with earthy green headnotes of fig, sun-kissed before the peak of ripeness, mingled with resinous amber. Sandalwood adds a smooth depth to the scent, rounding it out to leave a mellow sillage.
You have the sweet-tart aroma of freshly cut kiwi dancing along your skin, complemented by strains of wild rose and honeysuckle to complete the fruit's flowery notes.
Ambrosial You have an infusion of fruit scents about you - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla.
You have the clean, crisp aroma of cut green apples and freshly crushed mint leaves lingering on your skin.
You have top notes of bergamot, lavender, and tangerine combining with your skin to create an aroma reminiscent of an approaching rainstorm. You also detect the subtle underlying fragrances of vanilla and vetiver, adding an earthy note to this clean scent.
You have the simple, clean blended fragrances of eucalyptus, spearmint, and sage clinging to your skin.
* You have the subtle traces of an enigmatic fragrance lingering about you. Caliginous threads of cattleya orchid twine through a heart of powdery heliotrope, stroked with wisps of oakmoss that dissolve into a bittersweet sillage of dark pomegranate.
* You have the stench of bad breath and unwashed flesh, mixed with the deep loamy bog scents of rotting vegetation found in the swamp hovering around you.
Midnight Tryst You have slightly absinthian notes of lavender haunting your skin and hair, which dissolve into lemon-hazed chords of faintly terpene vervain sweetened by an infusion of lush orange blossom.
You have a cool, fruity scent dancing about you - a blend of fresh winterberry and raspberry, chilled by an infusion of peppermint and spearmint.
You have the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about you, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon.
First Snow You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
Winter Solstice You have a complex, but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
Cranberry Citrus You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
Toasted Marshmallow You have the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing you. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance.
Sugar Plum You have the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about you. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage.
You have warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about you. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery.
You have about you a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish.
Salted Caramel You have the aroma of salted caramel about you - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple.
* You have the strong scent of rum, sweat, and the open sea drifting about your person.
You have the faint scent of a sea breeze mingled with the woodsy musk of freshly cut timber clinging to your skin.
You have the warm spicy scent of cinnamon melded with a subtle chocolate undertone lingering on your skin.
You have a clean crisp smell reminiscent of a refreshing spring rain shower blended with cool spearmint clinging to your skin.
You have the sharp fragrance of ripe black cherries interwoven with the heady sweet smell of cream clinging to your skin.
You have an overpowering scent of musk, with an underlying smell of freshly printed bank note parchment and ink clinging to your skin.
You have the lime-like scent of lovage coupled with a delicate hint of roses hanging lightly on your skin.
You have a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood clinging to your skin. The air around you is intoxicatingly fresh.
The Tinkerer You have mahogany and teakwood accords framing the leather fragrance traveling about you, the latticework of wooden and heavily oiled notes riveted to a core of cardamom pipe tobacco. Blackened vanilla winds itself with the faint metallic twang of oiled gears, the components fitting together like finely tuned clockwork.
The Gentleman You have the scent of rich, honeyed leather spreading across your skin, the muted fragrance pierced through by black and red musks bound to the restrained base note. Lashings of crushed rose petals and full-bodied wine unfurl as the musks subside, encircling the sharper notes like a collar of heavy velvet.
The Winter Huntsman You have the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting your skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all.
The Scholar You have drops of clove-infused wine upon your skin, gliding across a mixture of aged parchment and melted beeswax like dark-hued ink, the fragrance intertwining with the last vestiges of ashen incense. A veil of brown sugar and fig underscores the volume of notes, leaving the lasting impression of caramelized musk.
The Rake You have creamy amber accords laying defiled across your skin, leaving the lingering scent of crushed magnolia blossoms and freshly tilled earth in its wake. Smoky peat caresses the honeyed notes emerging throughout the fragrance, melding together with the wearer's natural musk.
(scent #1 in shifting vial) You have a warm lingering floral scent about you.
You have a heady, softly feminine fragrance of wild roses that clings gently to your skin.
You have a rich, warmly spicy scent which clings subtly to your skin.
You have a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to your skin.
You have a cool, soothing fragrance about your skin.
You have a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about your skin.
You have a delicate fragrance of lilacs clinging about your skin.
You have a soft fragrance of lavender clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of camellias clinging about your skin.
You have the gentle fragrance of acacia clinging to your skin.
You have the sweet fragrance of ambergris clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about your skin.
You have the soft, sweet fragrance of apple blossoms clinging to your skin.
You have the sweet and fruity fragrance of apricot about your skin.
You have the sweet fragrance of bayberry clinging to your skin.
You have the light, sweet fragrance of calypso about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of carnation about your skin.
You have the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of freesia clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of gardenia clinging about your skin.
You have the sweet, herbal fragrance of heather clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of hibiscus clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of hyacinth clinging about your skin.
You have the light, fresh fragrance of lemongrass clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of lotus blossoms clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of magnolia clinging about your skin.
You have the sweet, fruity fragrance of mango about your skin.
You have the densely sweet fragrance of myrrh about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of opium blossoms clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of peonies clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of sandalwood clinging about your skin.
You have a cloying, sweet fragrance of sirenflowers clinging about your skin.
You have the delicate fragrance of snowblossoms about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of strawberries clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of wood violets clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of water lilies clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of wisteria clinging about your skin.
You have a putrid scent of rotting flesh clinging about your skin.
You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin.
You have a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about your skin.
You have a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about your skin.
You have a putrid scent of mold clinging about your skin.
You have a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of tropical blooms clinging about your skin.
You have a fruity fragrance of papaya clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of sunflower clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of mimosa clinging about your skin.
You have a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of juniper clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of ripe raspberry clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of dragonflower clinging about your skin.
You have a delicate fragrance of sweet aloe clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of vanilla sugar clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of melon clinging about your skin.
You have a fruity fragrance of orange clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of white tea clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of ginger clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of coconut clinging about your skin.
You have a strong fragrance of spiced plum clinging about your skin.
You have a sweet fragrance of red currant clinging about your skin.
You have a pure fragrance of vanilla clinging about your skin.
You have a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about your skin.
You have a tart fragrance of orange clinging about your skin.
You have a bitter citrus fragrance of bergamot clinging about your skin.
You have a warm, spicy fragrance of cloves clinging about your skin.
You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin.
You have an astringent fragrance of ginger clinging about your skin.
You have a dark licorice fragrance of anise clinging about your skin.
You have a cool, clean fragrance of mint clinging about your skin.
You have a green, herbal fragrance of sage clinging about your skin.
You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin.
You have a rich, earthy scent of evergreen clinging about your skin.
You have a very green and almost minty fragrance lingering on your skin.
You have the scent of cinnamon and cloves mingled with that of roasted pumpkin wafting about you.
You have the crisp, fresh scent of melon, which is nearly overpowered by the sweetness of the perfume, lingering about you.
You have a strong and pungent fragrance, like the sap of a newly cut pine tree, wafting about you.
You have the distinctively earthy scent of cedar clinging to your skin.
You have the scent of thyme, spicy with a vague minty undertone, lingering about you.
You have a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on your skin.
You have a very faint, but sweet scent wreathing you.
You have the sweet and luscious scent characteristic of honeydew clinging to your skin.
You have the fragrant, but woody scent of rosemary lingering about you.
You have the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to you.
You have the scent of seaweed, rife with the briny odor of the salty sea, clinging to your skin.
You have the warm, faintly herbal aroma of green tea wreathing you.
You have the strong, peppery-pine scent of fennel wafting about you.
You have an invigorating and fresh fragrance clinging to your skin, formed of the meshed aromas of orange, lemon, and lime.
You have the sweetly intoxicating fragrance of jasmine blossoms clinging lightly to your skin.
You have the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about you.
You have the dusky scent of rosewood, touched with a hint of floral, lingering on your skin.
You have the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from you.
You have the scent of roasted almonds clinging to your skin, nutty and touched with a hint of vanilla.
You have the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about you.
You have the musty odor of old books and parchment scrolls that permeates your hair and clothing.
You have the scent of dill pickles, tart with hints of vinegar and spices, emanating from you.
You have the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from you.
You have the soft, fruity aroma of passionflower floating about you.
You have the warm, earthy scent of nutmeg wreathing you.
You have the distinctly soft and fruity scent of guava lingering about you.
You have the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to your skin.
You have the intoxicating aroma of sweet plum blossoms lingering in a soft cloud of scent about you.
You have the heady scent of ginger mixed with fresh peaches clinging to your skin.
You have the sharp, clean scent of cucumbers mixed with melons wafting about you.
You have a uniquely sweet plumeria scent wrapped around you.
You have a fruity pomegranate aroma, tinged with an almost tart scent, floating about you.
You have the strong, potent scent of grapefruit wreathed around you, its aroma so strong that you can almost taste the sour fruit.
You have the honeyed scent of wild yellow pears, freshly plucked from a tree, clinging to your skin.
You have the distinctive scent of sandalwood mellowed by a touch of sweet vanilla wafting about you.
You have a clean fragrance, like the flowery sweet air after a spring rain, clinging to your skin.
You have a delicate fragrance enshrouding you in a floral mist, which is a medley of rose, hyacinth, freesia, and honeysuckle.
You have a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about you.
You have a warm scent enshrouding you in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest.
You have a musk - a blend of sandalwood, amber, and clove - wafting in a light haze about you.
You have the scents of citrus and hibiscus, with heavy undertones of ginger, clinging to your skin.
You have a rich, earthy scent enshrouding you in a cloak of fragrance reminiscent of a late autumn walk in a damp wood.
You have a sweet and subtle fragrance, which is composed of a soft mixture of exotic floral and fruit scents, clinging to your skin.
You have a verdant haze of scent lingering about you - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage.
You have a luscious scent hovering about you. Top notes of pineapple and starfruit fade to a heart of jasmine and the faintest undertone of bayberry.
You have the warm scent of vanilla swirling about you, accented by the fresh, crisp touch of strawberries to create the lush fragrance clinging to your skin.
You have the heavy aroma of ripe bananas, mellowed by notes of blueberry and raspberry, hovering about you in a sweet-tart haze.
You have an aromatic fragrance lingering on your skin. Foremost are the tones of cassia and anise, but beneath are layers of fig and jasmine, laced with a sweet musk.
You have a smoky scent wafting about you, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes.
You have the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about you.
You have a dusky fragrance about you -- the upper layers of clove and anise are tempered and made subtle by an undercurrent of cinnamon and the vaguest hint of vanilla.
You have the distinctively earthy scent of cedar wafting about you, touched with a clarity brought by the warmth of the sun.
You have the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about you.
You have the unmistakable aroma of fresh pine sap, layered over a telluric scent of fresh, rain-touched soil hovering about you.
You have a well-meshed collection of woodland scents haunting the air about you -- detectable are fresh pine sap, oak, dew-damp moss, and patchouli.
You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
You have the scent of tobacco following your every movement, its aroma cured and touched with a hint of cherry.
You have the unmistakable scent of peppercorns lingering about you, their spicy aroma muted by an undercurrent of slightly sweet herbs.
You have the musky scent of leather, heavy with oils used in tanning, wafting about you.
You have the sweet liquor scent of rum mixed with a heavy dose of spice, creating the fragrance that clouds about you.
You have the coniferous scent of redwood blending with a smidge of cedar, sandalwood, and a light musk to create, layer upon layer, the aroma that encircles you.
You have the subtle scent of hyssop, touched by light notes of camphoric deep weald foliage and peppery undercurrents suffusing the air about you.
You have a faint scent hovering about you, ambiguous and electric -- foremost is the scent of ozone, evocative of a lightning strike, and beneath, subtle currents of rain-cleansed air, like a summer night in the wake of a roiling storm.
You have the scent of exotically spiced coffee wafting about you, brushed with hints of vanilla and musk.
You have the heavy scent of damp evergreen needles about you, like maoral leaves moldering on a rainforest floor. Wraithing about the outskirts of the scent are flashes of guelder rose, like a ray of sun breaking through a grey day.
You have the essence of madwort cavorting deliriously with waves of black nightshade surrounding you.
You have the coppery tang of aged blood overshadowed by a blend of seven roses marked with herbs settling heavily upon your skin.
You have the lush scent of winter roses surrounding you, undercut with a hint of pressed dirge-vaon for an earthy, yet floral, extravaganza.
You have the crisp, acrid scent of burnt crimson amber crystallized with heights of ice violet wafting about you.
You have heavy tones of ginger and amber surrounding you, wreathed with a note of fresh-spilled blood, then deepened with fig and black pansy.
You have the moist scent of a smothering fog surrounding you, broken only upon occasion with wild roses, hyssop, and essence of canver flower.
You have the essence of burnt metal radiating about you, pierced with a single rose note following upon the heels of a slightly salty tang, like tears on a breeze.
You have the scent of smoky vetiver and musk surrounding you, interrupted for notes of citrus.
You have chords of heady moonflower dancing in euphoria about you, each note touched with the bare hint of moss and caves.
You have the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from you.
You have sleepy wisps of calmintha twining about you, stirred by an entrancing blend of hyacinth and valerian, and other, herbal traces.
You have the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about you, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom.
You have a slightly earthy scent twining about you, drenched in the essence of widowwood blooms and crushed hemlock.
You have a painfully sweet mixture of dog rose and tuberose choked with chords of foxglove surrounding you.
You have a salty tang of an ocean breeze clinging to your skin, cut through with dark vetiver and other wicked, powerful scents.
You have the delicate fragrance of vesper lilies about you, traced with powerful tones of trillium and pierced briefly by scorched hellebore.
You have an almost suffocating scent of salorisa broken by sharp notes of mournbloom and rosemary surrounding you.
You have wisps of cut flowers gilded with fresh edelweiss tracing about you, wreathed with a touch of mountain dryad.
You have a strong, comforting scent of pressed coffee beans infused with dragonstalk essence surrounding you, edged with the scent of worn book leather.
Silver Mist You have the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about you, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain.
Exotic Pear You have a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over your skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender.
Chiaroscuro You have quiet breaths of vetiver accompanying hearty shades of velvety rose whisking over your skin. Bright overtones of orange blossom complicate the darker melange.
Mediterranean Wind You have a fresh and vibrant scent haunting your skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf.
Winterfest You have spicy hints of fresh spruce softened by sweet mint dancing over your skin, accompanied by warm motes of berry and nutmeg.
Night in the Wilds You have a complex aroma, redolent of bittersweet chocolate and applewood, clinging to your form like a hungry embrace. Warm bursts of anise convey subtler thrusts of vanilla and musk through the potent concoction.
Heartwood You have the woody, dry scent of labdanum about you, sharpened by sparks of bergamot and lime. A potent foundation of teak, dusted with only the faintest wisps of patchouli, forms a sturdy base for the bright citrus notes.
Royal Lime You have a harmonious blend of mint and citrus wreathing your skin. Effervescent top notes of mint give way to strong undercurrents of lime supported by robust fig leaf.
Red Whispers You have a hauntingly fragile melange of mournbloom and poppy lingering in the air about you, lent depth by the whip-sharp piquancy of white pepper accenting the fragrance.
Kezmon Spice You have a powerful herbal scent clinging to your skin, combining top notes of sage with the lush support of rose attar. A faint accompaniment of spicy nutmeg lurks at the edges of the full-bodied aroma.
Lofty Mountains You have a sweet bouquet of edelweiss and mineral water that wreathes your form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry.
Hoarfrost You have the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about you, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint.
You have a near-palpable haze of darkly floral tobacco enshrouding your body, encompassing the slightly-herbal tang of fresh hops. Lurking at the edges of the scent are acrid hints of burning amber.
* You have breaths of succulent peach and overpoweringly sweet honey clinging warmly to your body, playing headily over sultry undercurrents of rose attar and vibrant sirenflower.
You have a rich floral scent of violets gracing your skin. Lucious undertones of lavender form a smooth foundation for piquant windflower essence and sharp motes of black currant.
* You have a clean freshness about you reminiscent of a summery ocean breeze. The cool spice of balsam is enhanced by sharp bites of sea salt flowing amid the top notes, while sweet clover complicates the airy melange.
You have a rich earthy scent of loam and peat clinging to your skin. Sparks of pungent birchwood brighten the melange, muted only by the subtle honeyed fragrance of Imaera's Lace. The disparate scents come together in a delicate and surprisingly harmonious accord.
* You have the forlorn pungence of winter roses about you, brightened by the cold crispness of iceblossoms. Sharp hints of pine bite at the edges of the scent like a chill breeze.
* You have the rich and heady aroma of sweet, velvety rose blossoming over your skin, complemented by whispers of saccharine honeysuckle. Breaths of sandalwood snake through the scent, lending it body and strength.
You have a subtle, floral scent redolent of spring and woodland floating about your form like a soft cloak. Vibrant vanilla flows like sweet nectar through heart notes of rose attar, while specters of witchwood breathe occasionally through.
You have a fresh, stormy scent of jasmine commingled with undertones of peat about you. Sharp pumpkin spice and lively cinnamon bite at the nose in the wake of the initial bouquet.
* You have smooth, velvety tones of lavender lingering strongly about you. Wild rose lends its exotic breath to the scent, which has a refined finish of sandalwood.
* You have hints of a pleasantly sweet scent gently wreathing your body. Though honeysuckle and strawberries regale the nose with the sweet lushness of spring, a darker melange of mournbloom and cypress oil lingers at the edges like the wisps of a dream. The resultant scent is blithe but haunted by the starker aftertones.
You have gentle brushes of frangipani and sea salt weaving lazily over your skin, the latter scent lending sharp aftertones to the fragrance. Accompanied by muted whispers of coconut, fruity waves of mango and kiwi laze along in the top notes.
You have heavy notes of nightshade and hellebore steeped deeply into your skin. Brimstone and a hint of sulfur puncture the scent and add a dark, heady aroma.
You have the aromatic blend of crushed sirenflowers running along your skin. Faint touches of talneo, sage, and thyme linger beneath the surface, reminiscent of some magical brew.
You have a suffocating scent of salorisa clinging to your body, broken only by hints of coppery tangs of blood. An occasional clear shard of water breaks the dense scent but is quickly submerged.
You have the sweet scent of deep seawater surrounding you. Twisting tendrils of ivy climb across your skin, paired with ringing tones of persimmon trees in full bloom.
You have a trace of singed ephlox moss lingering on your skin. Black vetiver wisps in and out of an overwhelming crush of wolfsbane essence, completing the volatile scent.
You have the ethereal scent of moonflower essence twined about your skin, and on its heady heels, clear notes of fresh witchwood cuttings.
You have a wild melange of floral scents floating about you. The untameable scent of heather is accented by larkspur and breaths of fairy primrose.
You have the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling you. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves.
* You have overpowering, yeasty odor of stale beer clinging to your body in a sour cloud.
Icebound You have currents of lilac made crisp and frosty by a subtle undercurrent of mint chilling the air about you. Notes of iris and violet leaf combine in the heart of the fragrance, which eventually gives way to a faint sillage with hints of almond bark, coconut, and white sandalwood.
Alabaster Opulence You have an enticingly sweet veil over your skin, with mellow top notes of musk fading quickly into a warm haze of vanilla essences swirled with rich clover honey. The lingering presence of acacia and sugar cane remain when all else has faded into obscurity.
Seraphic Ardor You have in the air about you a shroud, as light as feathered wings, held aloft by a breath of wisteria incense stirred by strands of niveous calla lily. Chords of white sandalwood and rose attar thread languidly throughout, underscored by a touch of frankincense.
Golden Aurora You have a gilded miasma of fragrance on your skin, with notes of pale golden musk, honeycomb, and amber foremost in attendance. Beneath run streams of parma violet and hawthorn bark, faintly sweet with a touch of bitter, over low-lying currents of white moss and wild berry.
Luna You have an ephemeral corona of niveous airs about you, reminiscent of a moonlit garden at midnight. The distinct redolence of nightcap blossoms is smoothed to silk by notes of white amber and smoky-sweet tobacco flower. Beneath lies a bed of unobtrusive orris root, blended to perfection with soft resins and a myriad of honeyed pale-petaled flowers.
Sweet Comfort You have all about you the silky sweet scent of cream touched by caramelized sugar and brightenend by infusions of tart red cherry. Underlying the sumptuous top notes is an undercurrent of bourbon-soaked vanilla bean, mellowing the scent to a warm sillage.
Burnt Offerings You have a near smothering veil of hardwood smoke about you, darkened by black musk and redeemed only slightly by a lucent ember of heliotrope burning in the background. From beneath the soot of the head notes rise strains of cassis and bitter-green inclusions of wormwood.
Wounded Passions You have a sanguine haze enshrouding you, redolent of blood's coppery twang and seasoned with the spice of crimson ginger root. The heart is bound in fiery red musks that dissipate into the smoky specter of pink honeysuckle.
Wraith You have a dusky shroud enveloping you in an acrid haze fraught with the dust of dessicated skin and hints blackened ginger. Brief breaths of cinnamon rise only to be lost beneath currents of mold-ridden earth, but those too eventually fade into the lingering ghosts of orris and bitter clove.
Blood Ash You have an acerbic shroud drawn close about you, smoked with the incense of dry olibanum and vetiver, undercut by an earthy wisp of black moss. Deeper still are strains of opoponax, which lend a subtle and indefinable sweetness, laced with the metallic warmth of spilled blood.
Charred Nether You have a mantle of smoky-sour labdanum laid heavily upon you, pleasing only in its brevity as it fades to a core of black patchouli bound in sodden tobacco. Spears of brimstone and sulfur pierce the smaze to create a notable, though bracing, finish.
Deep Weald Shadow You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
Poison Ink You have rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across your skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna.
Oaths in Gold You have crisp, green notes of ripe pears veiling your form, the subtle florals of the sweet fruit dispersing into golden breaths of champagne. When the vinous heart ebbs away, a wash of delicate white tea takes its place, enriched with strains of earthy clover honey.
Bound in Scarlet You have subtle threads of night-blooming jasmine mingled with the florals of blood orange woven about you. As the head notes begin to unravel, a hint of bitter rises from roasted walnut, but smooths under the scent of caramelized sugar and fades entirely into a lush red pomegranate blush.
Sweet Indulgence You have creamy vanilla chords, as rich as the first bite of white cake, folded around you. Fingers of wild crimson strawberries tangle their ripe hint of sour in the sweet, and the subtlest swirl of ginger-scented geraniums finish the fragrance with subtly spicy notes.
Resurrection You have undercurrents of arctic fir wafting in the scent about you, chilling the powdery warmth of lilac blossoms until it is as cool as a fresh breath over mountain snow. Aqueous notes trail quickly behind, reviving the lilac and adding touches of lily to the ephemeral finish.
Beneath the Surface You have a hazy mist of fragrance about you, fraught with tendrils of peony that wend through notes as pure and clean as crystalline waters. As the waters disperse, dread is left in their wake in the form of oleander, its scent like the sweetest of poisoned apricots.
Moonless Night You have a heady redolence clinging to your skin, with top notes of chocolate as dark as moonless night. From beneath, infusions of black-red plum drift to the surface, accompanied by poignant touches of amaretto that blend seamlessly into a silage of dark vanilla.
Gilded Cage You have a hedonistic blend of dusky-sweet honeysuckle and clove bud drawn across your skin, with earthy notes of cedarwood to ground the extravagant fragrance. As the air steals the top notes, hints of black tea infused with peach arise, creating a placating, subtly floral silage that lingers.
To Dream You have a melange of white petals -- gardenia, magnolia, and butterfly ginger -- spun about you in a niveous shroud. The sweetness of the florals is tempered by a light infusion of spice, frankincense and ambergris, dispersing airily to leave a faint, powdery finish.
Ezreshi Dreams You have an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across your skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance.
You have a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around you.
You have the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around you.
You have a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around you. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing.
You have the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around you.
You have an enticing aroma of spicy gingerbread laced with veiled undertones of cool peppermint lingering around you.
* Arboretum You have an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over your skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk.
* Hanging Gardens You have the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about you.
* Hall of Patrons You have the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from your skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper.
* Library Aies You have the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over your skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper.
* Glowbark You have a dark resinous haze enshrouding you, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night.
You have a thick, rancid fog, redolent of the Bloodriven sewers, hanging heavily around you. Oddly, the stench clinging to your form fills you with confidence in its ability to attract even the most timid of rats.
Slumber You have tenuous threads of a shadowed fragrance traced through air about you. Head notes of sweet violet lure like a siren song a warm and lulling heart of teak to the forefront, and the telluric scent mellows the accompanying hints of valerian. Smoky lilac lifts the fluttering pall of the sillage only to be pierced by a single, poignant shard of dark nightshade.
Steady As She Goes You have enveloping you the stabilizing veneer of mahogany, its red warmth grounding against a backdrop of decadent and alluring cassis. Beneath the richness of the blackcurrant infusion, understated chamomile lends a sobering touch only to be scorched by the smoked tang of imperious tobacco flower.
Supplication You have threaded through the air about you a quiescent shroud of delicate florals carried on a whisper of white woods. Foremost, the scent of moonflower rises against a dark infusion of black locust, subduing its richness, and the heart notes evaporate into a satiny sillage of labdanum pierced by a hint of belladonna.
Castaway You have the mere ghost of fragrance about you, an arid draught of immortelle sweetened with a hint of horehound. As the flaxen notes dissolve, poignant hints of elderflower take their place with airy florals bound in threads of smoldering incense.
Surrender You have about you the forlorn aroma of salt-dried driftwood, rife with hints of sand and sea. From beneath, it is lifted by a niveous infusion of kudzu, a sweetness rich and full like wine, that is in turn darkened with notes of wood violet.
Just Desserts You have a dark shroud of epicurean delicacies laced throughout the air about you. The confectionary airs of chocolate cosmos are foremost in the decadent fragrance, shot through with strands of opium and backed with a current of sumptuous berry wine. The merest hint of sweet orange blossom lingers beneath, haunting the rich notes with a hint of light.
Into the Void You have on your skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place.
Hollow You have washed on your skin a vaprous aura of barely there scent, each frail note so faint as to nearly be lost in the aqueous mist that contains them. Pale white infusions of gardenia brush the senses, as delicate as tatted lace, while the heart is brought forth in fleeting breaths of the spiced warmth of black walnut. Enigmatic coils of wolfsbane chase the heat from your skin, leaving a lingering curiosity as to whether it was ever there at all.
In Memoriam You have about you a mournful effusion of scent, rife with time-wilted blossoms over dusky notes of earth, lingering like specters at a fresh graveside. Airy chords of palmarosa are as light as whispers that sink into a tenebrous heart of bloodwood, the single bright note in a melody that perishes with the rise of graven earth and dusky loam.
You have clinging to your skin the velvety spice of agarwood tinged with a sweetness that is only enhanced by a powdered breath of tuberose. As the head notes begin to disperse, they are chased by a whisper of oleander, its subtle apricot florals the last note to surrender to its hold.
Breath of Winter You have a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds you, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss.
Mistletoe King You have a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around you, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe.
A Tart By Any Other Name You have the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about you, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg.
Daukhera's Darkness You have a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping you, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark.
Clandestine You have tendrils of opium-tainted smoke wrapping themselves around a base of blackish mahogany, creating a haunting silhouette against a velvet-like backdrop of night-blooming jasmine. Clutched by the dark trio of notes is the barest metallic whisper of freshly spilled blood, the twisted melange left untempered against your skin.
Penance You have the striking notes of oiled leather whipping roughly against ethereal whispers of fresh-cut lilies, the stems splayed across a swathe of laundered linens. Gently tucked into the medley of scents is the faint caress of bergamot tea rising slowly through the haze.
Song of Steel You have thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke.
Forest of Thorns You have notes of rain-soaked foliage draped along sharpened boughs of blackthorn, permeating the soil-rich fragrance, each component concealing the next as the scent shifts in turn. A soft whisper of vanilla-tinged fur rubs against the heart of the fragrance, warming the core within a lattice of greenery.
The Kraken You have metallic-sparked notes of ozone crackling against seawater-heavy mist, creating an atmosphere charged with flashes of dark and light. Faint traces of ash enshroud the corrupted iron core, sweetened only by tentacles of thick molasses that threaten to draw the scent into depths of blackened vanilla.
Bloodjewel You have a sanguine redolence haunting the air about you, a shroud of crimson that evolves with subtle movement. Playing darkness against light, chords of cardamom intertwine with airy vanilla, forenotes that veil a heart steeped in blood to ground the scent with a metallic twang. As the fragrance departs, a bite of red chilis nips at its heels, a sharp farewell to leave a lasting impression.
Sunstone You have the lambent impression of white florals about you, foremost among them the unmistakable air of lily-of-the-valley. The imperious comport of the flower accompanies wavering notes of kumquat, with the bright citrus infusions playing off the floral with an almost there and gone again flirtation. As the high notes of the fragrance begin to fade, a sobering hint of charred bone overlays the wan currents, grounding the remains for a subtle departure.
Black Garnet You have a searingly dry fragrance emanating from your skin, with the dusky allure of vetiver threaded through a smoky haze of black tea. The herbaceous notes rise from their base, offering hope for a quenching infusion, but instead meet with a scorched layer of red and pink peppercorns. The fiery notes grind the scent down to dull embers, smoldering like a fire striving to reignite.
Honey Beryl You have a sugary-sweet aroma clinging to your skin, rich with notes of molasses and brown sugar and spicy with the introduction of warm nutmeg. A heart-centered twinge of overripe pineapple lightens the scent, which descends into a finish of caramelized sugar and dark vanilla.
Serpentine You have a breath of the wildwood lingering soft and effusive on your skin, each subtle note a sigh that tickles the senses then is gone. The green must and damp of the weald conveys the richness of forest loam and is followed close behind by petrichor that carries resinous oud from the depths of moss and vine. As the aqueous notes clear the heart, a balm of cleansing aloe guides the sillage to a tender finish.
Aquamarine You have a redolence about you like old lace, dusted with floral powder and muted by time. Hints of Elanthian snow rose swirl amidst the haunting fragrance, light and airy, chilled and discreet. In currents that barely shift beneath the surface, the sweetly spiced notes of gillyflower emerge, a faint but faithful apparition before the aroma fades entirely.
Shadow Amethyst You have vestigial remnants of fragrance efflorescent on your skin, an enigma composed of lissome fingers of smoky incense stirring through a bouquet of blue-violet hyacinths. The distinctive florals impart a note of sweetness to the arid smoke, blending and subduing the grey wisps of scent to draw them down into a grounded base reminiscent of the metallic twang of heated steel.
Peach Glimmaerstone You have a putrid scent about you, oddly sweet and redolent with notes like those of bitter almond and peach kernels. Beneath the cloying head notes, a heart of spoiled and rotting fruit rises, the fetid aroma mixed with the eye-watering bite of alcohol born of the fermentation.
Hematite You have the sun-soured scent of beached seaweed wafting from your skin. The throat-itching saltiness of the aroma is undercut by the stench of decaying flesh, specifically the brine of putrefying fish and baiting chum, only made worse by the chords of sweet amid the rot.
Smooth Stone You have a scent that is nothing special.
Aphrodisia You have about you the ardent scent of sheer white orchids, their presence like that of a lovesick paramour, all crushed roses and desperate sighs. The veil flutters as currents of mimosa flower rise, their amber-touched florals entreating the delicate fragrance to soften, sweeten with linden honey notes that flow unfettered into a base of red wine. As the florals resolve, an intoxicating melange takes their place, lush with hints of dark chocolate and crimson berries.
Avarice You have enfolding you in a rapacious embrace the cloying scent of orange lilies, both delicately sweet and subtly spiced. Beneath lies a faint heart, thin thrums of nasturtium and scarlet auricula that strive for prominence, but peak and falter, supplanted by a rising current of star jasmine, an attar so fragrant and distinct as to banish all others.
Covetous You have lingering on your skin and in your hair the empyreal fragrance of white morning glories, as fragile as spun sugar and just as luscious to taste. As the niveous shroud begins to disperse, it is snared by a bitter twinge of bramble. Entangled, the head and heart notes descend, ushering in a more prominent base of yellow hyacinths, the heavily perfumed florals entrapping the lesser for a bold finish.
Ravenous You have in the air about you a delectable melange of thimbleberry and quince blossom, beguiling with notes of rose hips and violet spiced by crystalline inclusions of warm ginger. The ambrosial offerings are muted just shy of overwhelming by ribbons of cinchona bark, the resinous bitters taming the nectarous blend.
Inertia You have on your skin the nebulous touch of asphodel and oleander, an encompassing haze that is arresting with its infusion of spiced vanilla florals and hints of apricot. A sliver of blackthorn cuts through the fog at the heart, its cleansing sweetness threatening to lift the fragrance from the mists, though the effort comes too late as the soothing essence of tansy overtakes it, returning the scent to sedation with the lull of relaxing herbal notes.
Vengeance You have a caliginous effusion tainting your skin, a vaguely malignant vapor that bites with a furiosity singular to wolfsbane, sharp and bitter, stinging and acidic. It is dulled only in the slightest by a smoke-laden infusion of oak wood, which tempers the bitterness to a state more tameable. As the last vestiges of oak begin to disperse, fingers of tuberose twist into the smoky remnants, tying them with the earthy florals to leave a more gentle, if not pleasant, honeyed sillage.
Ego You have an aurora of fragrance that entices with your every move, laden with the attar of narcissus blossoms, their heady green florals inescapable. As if playing maid to a vainglorious mistress, subtle currents of dahlia and larkspur lift the capricious top notes and lull them into a more refined presentation before a last breath of amaryllis eases the perfume to a sweet and delicate sillage.
Treachery You have a deceptively sweet aura about you, a tapestry that unravels in ephemeral strands of hydrangea and evening primrose, as fragile as a whispered promise. Gradually and unobtrusively, the florals begin to fade, unbound as notes of dark, bitter cherry rise to take their place, biting like betrayal before being swept away by astringent notes of green willow.
Blasphemy You have shadowing your every move the barely-there scent of butterfly weed, its subtle twinge of airy vanilla casting only the sheerest veil over a warm core of ripe fig. Through the nectarous heart of the fragrance, sharp shards of wood anemone ascend, the musky floral accompanied by the mitigating touch of lobelia, to leave a lingering honey-sweetened sigh in its wake.
Sinful You have arrayed about you the silky raiment of gardenias in full bloom, ageless and unmistakable, unassuming yet compelling. Beneath the ivory florals runs an errant chord of nightshade, barely notable but for the brevity of its incongruence, and all trace of it is chased away by a wending tendril of sweetbriar. In concert with the gardenia's frayed remnants, the rose attar effects a memorable finish, manifesting a blushed sillage underscored by a thread of sensual darkness.