BPAL review: Blood Countess
Nov. 3rd, 2009 08:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rikibethI bought an imp of Blood Countess in a fundraising auction. It arrived yesterday, and today I tried it out.
Here's their description:
BLOOD COUNTESS
Elizabeth Báthory, also called Erzsébet Báthory in Hungarian and Alžbeta Bátoriová-Nádašdy in Slovak, was the Bloody Lady of Hungary. In order to preserve her youth and loveliness, the brutal and incomparably savage countess captured, tortured and slaughtered innumerable young women and bathed in their blood as part of her beauty regimen. Ah, vanity. Corrupted black plum, smoky opium and crumbling dead roses covered by a deceptive veil of Hungarian lilac, white gardenia and wild berry.
On me: Whoa. I used the tiniest, tiniest dab of this, applied to one wrist and then rubbed on both, and it was STRONG, like I'd doused myself in conventional-strength perfume, or used a SPLASH of an essential oil.
I am out of practice identifying fragrance notes. I used to be really good at it. But I got out of the habit of wearing any, because in a kitchen you can't, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eternaleponine gets sinus headaches from most perfumes, so my usage has dwindled to a single spritz of Karl Lagerfeld's Sun Moon Stars when I'm going out dancing or on a date.
That said: I could definitely tease out red-and-purple fruit smells, and white flowers. And, of course, the opium sweetness. It was kind of like being encased in a blackcurrant-and-lily-flavored lollipop.
It has staying power. I put it on this morning and it's still there as a spicy sweetness.
I like how it smells, but I'm not sure it's how *I'm* supposed to smell. I think I'd have to be three inches taller, two cup sizes bustier, and have much poutier lips to feel like this scent belonged to me.
I'd probably put it on if I were dressing up as Inara.
Here's their description:
BLOOD COUNTESS
Elizabeth Báthory, also called Erzsébet Báthory in Hungarian and Alžbeta Bátoriová-Nádašdy in Slovak, was the Bloody Lady of Hungary. In order to preserve her youth and loveliness, the brutal and incomparably savage countess captured, tortured and slaughtered innumerable young women and bathed in their blood as part of her beauty regimen. Ah, vanity. Corrupted black plum, smoky opium and crumbling dead roses covered by a deceptive veil of Hungarian lilac, white gardenia and wild berry.
On me: Whoa. I used the tiniest, tiniest dab of this, applied to one wrist and then rubbed on both, and it was STRONG, like I'd doused myself in conventional-strength perfume, or used a SPLASH of an essential oil.
I am out of practice identifying fragrance notes. I used to be really good at it. But I got out of the habit of wearing any, because in a kitchen you can't, and
eternaleponine gets sinus headaches from most perfumes, so my usage has dwindled to a single spritz of Karl Lagerfeld's Sun Moon Stars when I'm going out dancing or on a date.That said: I could definitely tease out red-and-purple fruit smells, and white flowers. And, of course, the opium sweetness. It was kind of like being encased in a blackcurrant-and-lily-flavored lollipop.
It has staying power. I put it on this morning and it's still there as a spicy sweetness.
I like how it smells, but I'm not sure it's how *I'm* supposed to smell. I think I'd have to be three inches taller, two cup sizes bustier, and have much poutier lips to feel like this scent belonged to me.
I'd probably put it on if I were dressing up as Inara.
