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brigdhMadame Moriaty - Misfortune Teller
Website Description: A 'Carnaval Diabolique' scent. A colorless woman bursts from an elaborate gold and ruby tent and faints dead at your feet. Soft laughter emits from the dark entrance to the tent, and the scent of musk, black fruits and incense touches your senses. Looking up, you see that the sign hovering above the unconscious woman is adorned with images of the Major Arcana’s Tower and reads: "Mme. Moriarty, Misfortune Teller. No fate too grim, no future too bleak." A tiny woman with floor-length black dreadlocks walks out of the tent, stepping over the prone body. She is clothed in deep red wrappings, and is bedecked in golden ornaments bearing alchemical symbols and charms representing eternity, chance, and wisdom. She pauses, looks you over slowly, and then flicks a tarot card at your feet. Red musk, vanilla bean, pomegranate, patchouli leaf and wild plum.
In Vial: A sweet, smoky scent. A lot of vanilla, along with something bitter. Very nice.
Wet: Musk, with a very gentle fruit scent underneath it. Really pretty; it sort of reminds me of that warm smell skin gets if you've been sitting in the sun for a while.
Dry: Smoky. It reminds me a lot of incense. I suppose it's the patchouli, but I'm not sure why, as patchouli's never turned to smoke on me before. A very nice scent, though, and one that lingers for a long time. I like it, though I don't think it's the sort of thing I'd wear every day.
Website Description: A 'Carnaval Diabolique' scent. A colorless woman bursts from an elaborate gold and ruby tent and faints dead at your feet. Soft laughter emits from the dark entrance to the tent, and the scent of musk, black fruits and incense touches your senses. Looking up, you see that the sign hovering above the unconscious woman is adorned with images of the Major Arcana’s Tower and reads: "Mme. Moriarty, Misfortune Teller. No fate too grim, no future too bleak." A tiny woman with floor-length black dreadlocks walks out of the tent, stepping over the prone body. She is clothed in deep red wrappings, and is bedecked in golden ornaments bearing alchemical symbols and charms representing eternity, chance, and wisdom. She pauses, looks you over slowly, and then flicks a tarot card at your feet. Red musk, vanilla bean, pomegranate, patchouli leaf and wild plum.
In Vial: A sweet, smoky scent. A lot of vanilla, along with something bitter. Very nice.
Wet: Musk, with a very gentle fruit scent underneath it. Really pretty; it sort of reminds me of that warm smell skin gets if you've been sitting in the sun for a while.
Dry: Smoky. It reminds me a lot of incense. I suppose it's the patchouli, but I'm not sure why, as patchouli's never turned to smoke on me before. A very nice scent, though, and one that lingers for a long time. I like it, though I don't think it's the sort of thing I'd wear every day.
