All the bottles arrived alive and well, with no leakages (although the packing box *does* smell like O...)
Dana O'Shee (x 2),
Morocco (x 2),
Not Received Imps:
Now, from memory, this means that Caroline and maybe Andre have missed out on an imp. While this is sad, I do have good news - a WHOLE BUNCH of frimps were sent along with the order (as follows). About 15 in fact. What I suggest is that the people who missed out select an imp each from the following list, and after that we divide them up as equally as possible. Everybody should end up with at leas two frimps out of the deal. Here are the imps, and their lab descriptions (if I can find them):
Ahathoor: Hail unto Thee who art Ahathoor in Thy triumphing, even unto Thee who art Ahathoor in Thy beauty, who travellest over the heavens in thy bark at the Mid-course of the Sun. Tahuti standeth in His splendour at the prow, and Ra-Hoor abideth at the helm. Hail unto Thee from the Abodes of Morning!
Bayou: A lazy, warm deep green scent with a thick aquatic undertone: Spanish moss, evergreen and cypress with watery blue-green notes and an eddy of hothouse flowers and swamp blooms.
Black Opal: A play of geological darkness and jagged brilliance. Soft and luminescent with flashes of black fire.
Burial: The Dark Side of Earth: deep, brooding forest scents, including juniper and patchouli. The scent of upturned cemetery loam mingling with floral offerings to the dead.
Danube: Rhododendron and bellflower petals swirl through deep, cool, dark aquatic notes.
Gluttony: Thick, sugared and bloated with sweetness. Dark chocolate, vanilla, buttercream, and hops with pralines, hazelnut, toffee and caramel.
Grog: Arrr! Avast ye, matey! This be the scent of pirate rum!
Leanan Sidhe: Her kiss infuses a man with depth of vision and feeling, otherworldly passion, and a sudden and ineffable understanding of the unending sadness that plagues mankind. Her perfume is a crush of Irish herbs and flowers, Gaelic mists, and nighttime dew.
Lilith: Mother of Demons, Vengeful Fury, Darkest Seductress, Queen of the Djinn, Goddess of the Gate. Red wine, myrrh, black musk, and attar of rose.
Love Me: I couldn't find one... perhaps it is a TAL oil?
Mad Hatter: A gentlemen's lavender-citron cologne unhinged by the feral pungence of black musk and a paroxysm of pennyroyal.
Marquise de Merteuil: Stately, bold, aristocratic and cruel. Opulent galbanum and amber, glistening peach, and a bouquet of French florals, with a merciless undertone of jonquil and heartless vetiver.
Thalia: Plumeria, pear and white champagne.
Tintagel: According to legend, the birthplace of King Arthur. The scent of a castle's great hall in the midst of joyous feasting. Spicy mulled wine flowing through the musky heat, warm leather and bright clash of armor, the damp branches of Cornish hawthorn, blackthorn, juniper, English elm and bayberry, and the magical tingle of dragon's blood resin.
Umbra: The deepest, darkest point in a shadow; the area contained within the shadow of an eclipse. East African black patchouli, cedarwood, vetiver and a dribble of cinnamon.
How does Saturday or Sunday afternoon at Frau's strike people for a meet'n'sniff'n'swap?