#2007 fragrance

[briyettaspring]

— The Mononoke is... a Nue?

— Who knows. I haven't found out his Form yet. I would like to know when it's gonna show itself.

— Well, maybe it already has.

#the moment he realized... #why does he look so cute preparing the fragrances #kusuriuri #medicine seller #mononoke2007 #medicineseller #mononoke 2007 #mononoke

[nateyweb]

Juicy Couture "Juicy Couture" fragrance campaign (2007)

#juicy couture #fashion #editorial #2007 #2000 #2000's fashion #y2k #fragrance #perfume #dogs #pink dog #blue dog #purple dog #fashion editorial

[the-terminal-show]

literally where a jeremy fragrance ass bitch at help me

#really i want 2 minutes before hail core deluge inflow band ozone etc etc #'' #i've used KC Black since 2007...fragrantica user described it as 'the longhorn steakhouse of fragrances'. SHAMBLES moving on Good Bye

[blueparadis]

╰┈➤ ULTRAVIOLENCE ✦ SUGURU GETO.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + synopsis ➢ On Christmas evening of 2009 Geto Suguru receives an unexpected gift, a cure to his loneliness, and a curse to his mission of creating his "new world".

⟣ ──┈ · · · + cw ➣ fem!reader, cult leader!geto suguru, canon divergent, profanity, prostitution, yandere!getou suguru, possessive behavior,smut, f1ngering, hand job, mutual masturbation, nipple stimulation, mutual pining, heavy angst, angst and tragedy, canon-typical violence; 4,7k word count + this this for @nagumoan's collab: 'dance with the dead'

| blog navigation + koct’23 masterlist. + cross-posted to ao3.|

30th of September, 2007.

The warmth and the humidity in the air have been settling on Geto’s skin for a while. The shrill cry of cicadas has been ringing in his ears. Even now, he can hear it amidst the sound of running water, washing dishes, and the table fan. 

“Otou-san will be home soon, Sugu. You don’t have to wait for him to come back. Nowadays, he works till late at night.” The elderly woman puts the poached egg in the ramen bowl and places it in front of her son. Suguru stares at the food with plain slate eyes. “Your father thinks he can help you with your higher studies.” —his mother wipes her frail, slightly wrinkled hands in her apron before dragging the chair and sitting in front of her son, face to face— “But actually, he just misses having you around the house since you moved in the dorms last month. Is the food there okay? Are you eating well?”

Suguru does not speak. He gulps remembering the taste of curses. He has been doing his job like a robot all this summer— exorcise, absorb, digest. exorcise, absorb, digest, exorcise, absorb, digest, absorb, digest— “How is Satoru?” his mother asks pulling him back into reality. Her smile was so soft smile that Suguru thought it could make lilies bloom. He just listens to his mother like he usually does whenever he visits her. His eyes fall onto the ramen bowl again, there are hot fumes emerging from it. They must smell delicious like he remembers. But unfortunately, it failed to thrum the strings of Geto Suguru’s heart. 

“Okaa-san, it’s okay. I’m not that hungry. I can wait for Otou-san to come home.” he remarks, smiling at his mother letting the food get cold. He has done this so many times, engaging his mother in talk so that she does not notice how hard it is for him to chew, swallow & eat without experiencing the taste and smell of it. All he can feel on his tongue is the rotten taste of curses, the aroma of dying corpses of his fellow jujutsu sorcerers. Maybe this is why he is losing weight so fast, not because of the heat. The more he tried to cling onto the mundanity of humans the farther it slipped away from him; like sand spilling through the gaps of his fingers.

“But why aren’t you in your school dress, my dear?” His mother asks, noticing him in normal black trousers and shirt.

“Oh! It got too much dirt.” He responds, looking at the clock in the kitchen. 

This time will be the last time he sees his mother’s smile, hears her voice, sees her cook food for him, and the last time he welcomes his father to home.

3rd of February, 2008

“Oka-san. Otou-san. I’m turning 18 today.”  Suguru jocked down to sit in front of his parents' graveyard. He places a few incense sticks with the fragrance of chrysanthemum, two bowls full of ramen, and some sake in front of the graveyard. He looks at the poached eggs, and the lump in his throat bobs once. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come on your funeral day.”

“Neeh—Oka-san, are you listening?” His eyes perk up. “Is it bad that I don’t regret any of this?” There is a pause before he stands up again. He finishes his last bit of cigarette and burns the butt with his cursed energy. “But you know what? I’m now less angry and more guilty. Guilty of so many things—”

“Geto-sama, we don’t have much time. They will tail us soon if we are here any longer than this.” Manami speaks with worry carefully buried under her commanding tone. His phone vibrates. He checks the caller ID. Shui Kong it read. A salacious curve appears at one corner of his lip. Disbanding the star religious group was a piece of cake for him. And, now with the help of Shui Kong, he will get an endless influx of money and curses in no time yet it would not be enough to defeat ‘the strongest’; he thinks. nope, that’s wrong, deep down, he knows that.

“Yeah, you are right. Nanako and Mimiko will get scared if they wake up and find none of us.” Geto smiles before turning on his feet to walk. As he starts to walk Manami waits till he goes ahead of her, at least eight feet from her and then she follows Geto Suguru. Geto's shadow does not even touch Manami’s, never does, she makes sure of that. She does not belong to his shadow, nor as his comrade but perhaps a part of the ‘family’ that Geto-sama keeps talking about. 

“I won’t be here next year,” Suguru murmurs to himself before stepping out of the graveyard. He never looked back that day not while walking, not while getting in the car, and not even through the mirror. He did not feel the need to look back.

24th of December 2009

Geto Suguru skims through the thick crowd in the front lounge of one of the most expensive brothels in the city like the bow of a ship through the waves. There are men on couches, beautiful women over them, and the blended aroma of strong cologne and burning tobacco fills the air. Not only that, the tingling music mixed with waves of laughter of women and men makes Geto slaver at the thought of killing them all. He could do it now. He has both, power and confidence. But he is not here to create a massacre.

“Getou-sama,” a familiar low hum reaches his ears making him turn his head. At first, he thought he was just imagining it then he felt a tug in his baggy pants. He lowers his eyes to the ground.

“Ahhhhh! Nanako—Suguru takes her in his arms and clears his throat before speaking making it tart at every stretch of his words— “Didn’t I tell you to wait for me at the car? It's not safe for you here.” Not only it is unsafe but also inappropriate. A girl of her age should not witness the path that could also been her if he had not saved Nanako and her twin sister two years ago. Geto strolls back towards his car. “Negi, make sure she does not follow me. ” He instructs this young lad who drove Geto today keeping a sleeping Nanako inside the car. 

“Well, she wouldn't have been here if she didn't fight with her sister,” Negi responds before bowing down. Geto watches the car go inside the parking area and then he vanishes into the thick crowd like a pebble in the wind of lust, power, money, and scandal. He earns a few curious stares and with such enormously handsome features and elegantly electrifying personality who would miss? It dawns on his mind that he killed the Yakuza who owned this brothel a week ago. The crowd is bearable, well, penetrable at least. Walking amongst non-sorcerers makes him nauseous at times but now he has reached the point where a part of him is willing to abolish this useless crowd in a snap. But he does not need to, not now. Now is not the time, nor the place. 

Geto Suguru should have been at his new home with his new family spending this fine Christmas evening drinking. In all honesty, he did not even have to cut through this lustrous mob if Shui Kong kept his word, that is, delivering the money in the proper place and time. The only reason why he came in person to collect the money was because Shui Kong was the one who helped him to get a grasp on the star religious group. Not only that, he kept giving Geto information about such groups, and with his cursed manipulation technique he gobbled them up in no time. It was a walk in the park for him.

There was a steady flow of curses and money. Even certain small yakuza gangs, the smart ones but with lower manpower, started to send favors to appease him. He is like a god of the underworld now. But some dumb power-hungry yakuza men refused to retort to such steps and hence, they fell prey to his curses. He is going to eventually kill all these foxes but not now. He needs them now, he needs them to dilute his presence and make himself untraceable in the hands of jujutsu sorcerers. Killing the lions has already been a huge loss. 

“There you are, Mr.Kong.” Geto remarked walking into the room. He does not take a sit rather stands against the door almost covering the entrance. 

“Forgive me—” Shui starts with a brilliant smile that has cracked more deals than existed. He is not a pawn but a rook. “I would have gone to your place but I am needed to resolve an issue here.”

Geto chuckles. “Maybe it's your need that brought you here.” He quipped as Shui kept two briefcases on the bed. 

Shui Kong gives him an assertive look before smiling. He lights up a cigarette and says, “ Would have been a happier man if that were the case but— ” There is a ridge between Geto’s eyebrows as he refuses to finish his thoughts. Blowing a puff into the air he turns his head to the other side of the room, towards another door, and yells from the bottom of his lungs. “Princess, I don't have all day.” Geto’s eyebrows do not let go of the tension. His arms are now crossed tightly across his chest, lower lip gleaming since he swiped his tongue across it. He just needs to see this princess, just for once. 

“You see, someone asked for her, a fox from a rival gang.” Kong starts to explain. The cigarette in between his index and middle finger keeps sizzling in scarlet red. “he is saying he is gonna pay full for her— you know — but she was attacked while working —”

Geto’s dark eyes are now stuck on the doorknob. It starts to rotate. He registers Shui’s words who is scrolling through his phone to call them. The click of the doorknob makes Geto release the breath he was holding back, slowly. Before the slightest part between the door and the frame, Geto’s lips part exclaiming, “Shhhhhhh!” with a hiss at the end. 

You unlock the door and wait for an opening to interrupt their conversation.

Shui Kong looks at Geto and then he follows those dark drunk eyes of Geto Suguru that took him to the other side of the room. There you stood, in a translucent white dress covering you from head to toe. There is a rose around your neck and rose leaves on the hem of your full-sleeved dress but beneath the dress, anyone could easily see the bandages around certain parts of your body — scattered and ripped. Your nipples are visible too. They are perked. Geto maintains his stance, hands inside his pocket and standing by supporting his shoulder against the door frame. Only his lips move, growling and raging underneath. “So, there are still those who don't obey me,” His eyes drink in your appearance so shamelessly; utterly shamelessly. 

You rake away your eyes from this man of Six feet and some inches, clamping your palms around your upper arms. Geto walks inside the room. “There will be no exchange of anything from here, Shui Kong-san.” He does not take any of the suitcases just your cell phone from the dressing table.

“Passcode?”

You exchange glances with Shui Kong before opening your mouth. He nods. You answer him, “4444.” Geto's eyes flash onto you checking if you are mocking him or not. You are not. He unlocks your phone checks the search history. 

“There’s a lot of porn here.” 

You rub your upper arms slowly and say, “It’s not like my clients are interested in my pleasure— or my well-being.” 

“You need to check her phone to tell? Can't you tell just by looking at her?” That earns Shui Kong a momentary glare. 

“Yet you are willing to sell her,” Geto prompts sarcastically with a smile plastered on his face. There is an edge in his voice. Shui does not protest. He knows what he is doing. “You can stay with me,” He offers, without thinking about the consequences of it. “Of course, you’ll keep working, then.” It takes you a moment to decipher his words but it is not something unexpected. 

“Oh, I don’t mind, whatever you want.” You say quickly. “I can follow orders.” Embarrassment seeps into your skin as you realize how rushed those words were that came out of your mouth. Scanning him through the corner of your eye, you find him smirking still checking your phone.

“Get her things in the car. She will be staying with me from now on.” Geto remarks slipping the phone in his pocket before leaving.

Shui Kong sits on the bed, soft and pink with a thud. “Do you realize what you are doing, Y/N?” 

“You heard him.” You say getting out of those high heels and changing into flats. Even though you are bruised you managed to get your trolley. It is a good thing that you wore a long coat to cover yourself up. People are already staring, what would they have done if you turned up in such scantily dressed attire? Your Madame has already been summoned. Getting out of the building you look around and find Geto Suguru talking to your Madame. Shui Kong is also there. The moment you open the door of the car you spot a kid sleeping on the back seat. This must be Nanako. You adjust the kid's head on your lap. She's gonna get her neck sprained if she sleeps like that. Through the window, you see Geto still talking to your Madame, as he keeps jerking his leg impatiently and occasionally scratching his forehead with his thumb.

“We can't afford to do that — her regulars — they will complain. ” she tartly remarks. 

“Well, give them a discount. You know how the system works, so figure something out with Shui Kong-san.” 

“Have it your way then. She was a jinx anyways ” She remarks letting all the disappointment out. It piques Geto’s interest because when he saw you, you were not looking at him, you were looking behind him. A feeble curse not visible to normal people but visible to people with enough cursed energy to become a sorcerer or an exorcist. He specifically customized this curse after digesting it to pick up ‘talents’ like you who are considered as ‘freaks’ by those idiots. Just like Nanako and Mimiko.

“What do you mean?” He tries to sound curious hiding his disgust underneath the question because he has seen all the gore behind the glory of it all. 

“People say that she is a witch. She kills men and takes their money. She’s got a black cat, a big one. Can talk to birds. I’ve seen her—” Suddenly the street lights, the honking of the cars, and the sound of footsteps of passersby became loud. Geto could not hear her properly anymore. Damn filthy monkeys.

“Excuse me, I’ve got to make a call.” One more minute of her blabbering nonsense he would have killed her. Geto calls Manami stepping aside in the dark shade of the alley. He talks for about five minutes before looking your way. You do not look away, rather give him a warm smile and bow your head to appreciate his kind gesture. He immediately turns around. You think he did not see you or maybe looking at someone else or somewhere else but all he could do is stumble on his words while talking to Manami. It’s distracting. You’re distracting. 

Geto Suguru walks towards the car and you fold Nanako’s legs a little to make space for him but he disappoints you thoroughly. He sits beside the driver, the barrier is up so you can not see his face. Disappointment and hurt sedimenting at the bottom of your heart you arch your head and close your eyes. It feels like, after a long time, you have closed your eyes and not for the pretense of pleasure.

January, 2010.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Geto drawls lazily as he sits on the sofa, still in his kasaya freshly finishing after seeing his visitors. He was out of town for almost a week and hence today's session was longer than usual. He needs a bath, a nice warm bath, not some scum to show up at his doorstep begging for you.

There are a bunch of men standing behind the older man, who seems to be the leader of the group; all armed, and Geto sits alone at the opposite. At times like these, he feels a little closer to the god. A middle-aged man, speaks keeping his gun on the center table, perhaps to assert dominance Geto thinks too but it makes him nothing but widen his smile. “You have something that belongs to me. And I have something that would interest you more so why don't we—”

Splotches of blood fall on his gun, warmth settling on his cheeks too like drops of oil. He turns his head to find that one of his men is sliced into two. Geto clears his throat gaining his attention again. “What a mess you have made, Toshiro-san. ” He gets up from his seat and before leaving he remarks huskily, “Please clean this up before you leave, Toshiro-san” The man, dumbfounded by what just happened, nods in agreement watching the man disappear into the inner quarters.

The dawn dies, painting the blue sky with its blood-red, agony welcoming the full moon and her bevy of stars. At night, Geto Suguru is not a monk anymore. He is much more than that — a father figure to two homeless orphans, an idol to a few who believe in his dream of creating a ‘new world’ and a savior to you.

It has been almost a month since Geto Suguru brought you to his home. At the dawn of the 25th of December 2009, when you woke up, Manami was there to help you with the chores and show you around. You have spotted Negi a few times while roaming and exploring the house, but there was no sign of that man, your so-called ‘savior’. When you asked Manami, she was rather cold while answering, “Geto-sama will be home around New Year's.”

It was not hard to pinpoint her jealousy for you. “Whore”, “Slut”, “Homebreaker”, “Witch” — the list continues. Her jealousy is just the tip of ice-berg. Maybe she had to sacrifice something greater when Geto took her in, something more important than freedom. Apart from her cold demeanor, everything was just fine; it was more than you could ask for. The wounds and bruises have started to fade. They are barely pinnable now. Nanako has a twin sister, Mimiko. They have warmed up to you more quickly than you imagined and a part of you was grateful to them since Manami became humbler in her gestures.

This fine morning, you noticed a new pair of shoes near the doormat. You knew it had to be his, Geto Suguru. He is home. Today might be the first time you get to talk to him, pay off his debts, or maybe keep working while staying here just like he said or whatever he decides to do with you. It was odd that he did not suspect you at all, or maybe he told someone to do a background check. He seems like the kind of person who would hold such powers. You have heard about him even if they reached out to you in the form of rustling rumors.

“Are you comfortable here?” 

Losing your balance you topple on your feet and eventually fall on the ground. Nanako and Mimiko peeks by his legs. They are not even at his knee length, so small, so fragile and so full of life. They laugh and so do you. Geto Suguru is unimpressed. He crouches down pulling the girls in front of him. “Go and play in my room but don’t fight, alright?” The shift in his demeanor amazes you. He has changed. He is nothing like you have been warned about. 

As soon as the twins leave, giggles and voices filling the corridor Geto’s eyes shift on you. You are still on the ground, legs half-folded. He extends his hand towards you to help you get up but you flinch away, sliding against the wall. In the middle of this long corridor, Geto Suguru is on his knees before you watching as if something fell from the sky, a boon, an angel. 

His lips extended from ear to ear, flashing his teeth. “What's up with this coy act of yours?” He wets his bottom lip.“Too timid for a whore. I know you can see things.” Your eyebrows grew closer as you got up and formed a response in your head.

“It's hard to break years of habit,” you speak, “Sir.” you quip, seeing him still on his knees. Why isn’t he standing up? Does he need a hand?

“Not gonna complain that I called you a ‘whore’ ?” He taunts, standing up and facing you.

“Too timid for that sir,” you say keeping up the eye contact. But that does not last long. Geto’s dark globules follow your behind. You notice too that there is a shadow on the wall of the corridor of a lady. He sighs heavily exclaiming, “Manami. You can come out now,” 

Timidly she walks out of the room exclaiming in a firm tone after clearing her throat, “Getou-sama, your bath has been prepared.” 

“Have you prepared my clothes too?” He narrows the gulf in between the two of you and grabs a few strands of your hair smelling it, letting his lips graze over a little, and checking your reactions as Manami answers.

“No. Not yet. I’ll do it right—“Actually, prepare two sets of clothes.” Geto interrupts. The way your chest heaves, up and down, frantically tempts him to tease you more. “Hers too. She will be joining me.” 

Geto was kind not to ask you to strip in front of him. It was not like you would not be used to that; you had practiced enough still you thought his eyes would alone eat you away if you were to undress in front of him. Curling up your braided hair in a bun and securing it with a clip you enter the bathroom. He is already in the bathtub, head arched, eyes closed, chest heaving up and down. You walk slowly trying not to make any sound. “You know, of all the curses I’ve swallowed—” you gasp loudly palming your face. 

“Can you not do that, please? Every time i feel like my heart is gonna jump out of my chest.” So many words in one sentence; a question; a request; a demand; a plea. Suguru blinks: once, twice, and thrice. “Yours have a very distinct sweet smell.” His words slurred, inaudible at the end. This is the first time he has seen you speak so much and that too, only to him but that is not what warms his heart. ‘Sir.’ you did not add sir. He hated the honorifics with you. “And . . . I’m not a curse.” You mutter before dipping yourself in the bathtub sitting against the wall of the bathtub facing him.

You notice the huge X-shaped scar over his chest. “How did you get that?” you ask playing with the water not meeting his eye. His toes touch the side of your hips, hands resting on the white of the bathtub but when he does not answer you look up to him and see his hands near your ankles. There is a brief eye contact of realization about what’s he up to and in the next blink you are close to him.

“Do you wanna feel it?” He asks touching his forehead against yours.

“The pain?” You say, running his hands over his chest careful enough not to touch his nipple. “Or just the scar.” 

“How did you get this?” He rubs the mark of one of your wounds on your arm. “And this?” he asks, a little concerned by the number and place of the wounds you have all over the body. They have faded but not totally. The agony on his face is clear but you remind yourself it is not because of you. It must be because he is reminded of how he got his scar. 

“Mostly clients.” You answer noticing his hands trailing up to your breasts. Your mouth parts, eager moan willing to escape. “But some men like them. Some men don’t. So, they pay to heal them in a way like they were never there,”

“What kind do you think I’m?” Suguru asks but you fail to answer since his hands have started to massage your breasts, nice and slow. Your moans have started to weigh more, the bottom and lower lip parting with each other more. Your vision turns black as his mouth latches on the column of your neck but that is not where it is needed now. Your taut nipples need desperate attention. Moving closer to him, your palm is over his cock. He is hard, leaking even. A gran escapes from his mouth, edgy and elongated. One of his fingers dips inside your vagina. Woah. You’re wet, so very wet. Even under the water, he can feel your arousal, even smell it. You buck your hips a bit giving him an invitation. The sloshing sound of water feels more embarrassing than your moans. He does not take it but when you start to pump his cock in long, deep, and fast strokes he leans towards you taking one of your nipples in his mouth. You should have known how strong he is when he dragged you closer to himself because the way he is sucking and biting you think you will cum soon. He starts to rub your clit in rough, rigorous movements as his mouth works on your nipples. For a moment your hands feel lithe; your hands pause working his cock.

“You smell so good,” He murmurs unlatching his mouth and licking up to your collarbone from the base of your cleavage. You twist and tilt your head as his lips explore your neck while pushing his fingers up and down inside your vagina, nudging your sweet spot. Your hands start to pump his cock again, harder and faster this time, reverting him the favor with the same intensity and emotion. You feel him smirk against your skin before he bites your earlobes making you jolt. Another arm that rested on the valley of your waist tugs you closer, again; you think he is going to pull you onto his lap, fuck you deep, nice, and full. “Fuck” he mutters feeling his cock tense up. The sloshing of water now gets mixed with your loud moans mixed with his low grunts. Geto looks at your face, your eyes meeting his and occasionally landing on his lips and one of your hands gripping too hard on the whites of the bathtub. Both of your hands pick up the pace, matching the intensity and the ragged breathing. Eyes rolling white, jaw clenching hard, head arching back as the wave of orgasm approaches both of you.

“You’re close,” you huff and pant in between feeling his warm ejaculated fluid onto your hand.

“So are you,” he murmurs cumming as you keep pumping his cock till it stops. Geto pulls his fingers out of your messy aching cunt and shamelessly puts them in his mouth, licking and sucking it to the base of his fingers. You watch him as if he is the man to take your first time. The loneliness, the affection, the desire— all hit Suguru in a flash like a downpour as he notices you looking. He gets out of the bathtub and steps into the shower zone. When you hear the water running, you step out of the bathtub too but do not join him in the shower instead grab your phone with a towel that was in the pocket of his previous attire. Typing a number, you hit the send button and immediately delete it from the history.

The message read: [“I’m in.”]

note: special thanks to my dearest fumi aka dom ( @akiniku ) for constantly listening to my ideas, talking me through them, and beta-reading this when I finished it. I finished writing this today and it was so rushed by Dom talked me through it and gave me the course I needed. hope you enjoyed reading it. thank you for making it this far. i do want to continue this but will see if i can manage time to write after october.

also tagging @orchid3a @semisgroupie

#angelshubnetwork #suguru smut #geto smut #geto x reader #getou smut #geto suguru smut #geto x you #geto x y/n #suguru x reader #suguru x you #suguru x y/n #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x fem!reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x female reader #jjk fanfic #jjk geto #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x y/n #smut fanfiction #jjk angst #geto angst #suguru angst

[relicsongmel]

hi! i was reading your pinned post and it made me think - what color(s) are each of the aa main characters' theme songs! :0

Synesthesia question yippee!!!!! Here are all main character themes from the games I’ve played <3 so far I’ve done AA1 through AA4 as well as both Investigations games~

Phoenix Wright (Objection! 2001): G minor—dark green

Phoenix Wright (Objection! 2002): F minor—gray-blue

Phoenix Wright (Objection! 2004): D minor—sea green

Maya Fey (Turnabout Sisters 2001/2002): A♭ major—purple (roughly the same shade as her haori <3)

Miles Edgeworth (Great Revival): F minor—gray-blue

Franziska von Karma (Great Revival): G minor—dark green (though it’s worth noting that the Great Revival themes despite being in minor use a lot of borrowed harmonies from the major mode that end up brightening the overall color a little)

Dick Gumshoe (It’s Detective Gumshoe/I can do it when it counts, pal!): C minor—sea blue

Ema Skye (Turnabout Sisters 2005): C major—yellow

Ema Skye (Scientific Detective): G major—pink

Pearl Fey (Pearly Questioning): F major—cerulean

Godot (The Fragrance of Black Coffee): D major—green

Larry Butz (When Something Smells, It’s Usually Me): G mixolydian—yellow (but some sections sound blue due to borrowed flat harmonies)

Apollo Justice (Objection! 2007): G# minor—dark magenta

Trucy Wright (Child of Magic): D major—green

Klavier Gavin (Guilty Love): E♭ major—royal blue

Kay Faraday (The Great Truth Burglar): A minor—light gray

Shi-Long Lang (Speak Up, Pup!): E minor—gold

Raymond Shields (Joking Motive): A minor—light gray (with additional analysis available here if you’re interested :3)

Justine Courtney (Goddess of Law): F minor—gray-blue

Gregory Edgeworth (A Defense Attorney’s Knowledge): C major -> C minor—yellow -> sea blue

Sebastian Debeste (First-Class Reasoning): C major -> F major -> G major—yellow -> cerulean -> pink

Sebastian Debeste (A First-Class Farewell): G minor—dark green

You'll notice that not all colors necessarily match the character's color schemes. This is because while sometimes a character design can influence my synesthetic experiences (which is a whole other conversation in and of itself), they are still primarily based on the key of the theme itself—so a character theme in C major, for example, will always sound yellow regardless of which character it's meant to represent. This is both a blessing and a curse as sometimes the synesthetic color/mood will match a character perfectly whereas other times it will be completely off the mark. But it is still a very fun thing regardless—thank you for the ask!

#ask #sevenyeargap #phoenix wright #maya fey #miles edgeworth #franziska von karma #dick gumshoe #ema skye #pearl fey #godot #larry butz #apollo justice #trucy wright #klavier gavin #kay faraday #shi long lang #raymond shields #justine courtney #gregory edgeworth #sebastian debeste #aa #music nerd shit #one day i ought to make a ranking list for how well each key choice matches each character. maybe when i've finished all the games #i love being autistic about music it's beautiful here

[cleolinda]

Mitsouko (Guerlain, 1919)

Guerlain, 1919, Jacques Guerlain. Post-2014 formulation; eau de parfum concentration; 2002 decant from the Perfumed Court.

(To discuss: what it smells like, why it smells like that, and the struggle to describe this legendary heritage throwback.)

Trust me, these specifications make a difference. A year ago, I read reviews of different versions and took notes on what I wanted:

Do not get samples from 2007 - 2013, pre-2007 will have real oakmoss. Every concentration has different focus. EdP is mellower than EdT. Extrait is "truest."

You see, the International Fragrance Association (IFRA) restricted oakmoss in 2001, and then more tightly in 2009, from what I can tell. Mitsouko is considered a "reference chypre," a textbook example of the genre, and chypres are, by definition, citrus (usually bergamot), labdanum, and oakmoss. (The Perfume Society adds patchouli to this trio.) Like, you gotta have those for it to be a chypre. But Mitsouko is not THE chypre:

Bois de Jasmin: Guerlain Mitsouko : Fragrance Review (New and Vintage):

Created by Jacques Guerlain in 1919, Mitsouko was a variation on the avant-garde fragrance of the period–Coty Chypre. Chypre was based on the startling contrast among the bergamot top notes, the jasmine heart and the richness of oakmoss. Though undoubtedly beautiful, Chypre was brutal in its impact. […] Mitsouko is a kiss to Coty Chypre’s slap in the face, and for this reason, its popularity endures to this day.

So when oakmoss was restricted as an allergen in the 2000s, perfumers industry-wide scrambled to come up with a facsimile; for Guerlain, with a fragrance this storied, failure was not an option. Reformulations everybody hated were, though. Edouard Fléchier took a crack at it somewhere around 2007, and in 2013, Thierry Wasser reformulated the whole thing to recapture the scent everyone remembered. People seem to have been satisfied with that version since.

So I've worn that new Mitsouko on and off, when I feel fancy, for about a year now. I put a little on a card for my sister to smell the other week, and she said, "It smells old." (She'll be the first to tell you that she’s learning what individual notes smell like.) Being crushingly literal, I don't understand what "smells old" or "smells like old ladies" means. Powdery, she said, struggling to explain. "Old." Maybe I haven't smelled enough old ladies.

Mitsouko does smell… weird, by modern standards. Generally, people either love it or hate it, and Results May Vary in a big way; it's worth getting a sample just to take it for a spin (kind of like Not A Perfume or Glossier's You, in that one regard), and to see what a piece of history smells like. Expert-of-experts Luca Turin says it's the one perfume he'd take to that proverbial desert island, but I am but a gentle woodland creature, a basic vanilla bitch; I would be more likely to take something that cost $10 instead of $145. But I still kind of love Mitsouko. Users who review it positively often speak of not liking it at first, then going back to it again and again. They also speak of a "pissy" stage in the middle that might be civet or oakmoss (or whatever represents those notes now); I know what they're talking about, but it doesn't read as anything so unpleasant to me. It's not easy to wear like the simple scents I usually go for, but the drydown is absolutely gorgeous. That's one of the things that makes Mitsouko so interesting to me: it's like two completely separate perfumes were mingled, and the first gradually recedes to let the Guerlinade take center stage.

But what’s in it? “La Guerlinade,” for starters, is a complex foundation that the historical Guerlains have—a house accord. (You could buy it unto itself for a while.) The exact formula is super secret, of course, but it's said to (possibly) include bergamot, jasmine, rose, orange blossom, orris, vetiver, tonka bean, vanilla, and lilac. The lilac—a note I didn't even know I would like—is what shows up on me with both Mitsouko and Guerlain's L'Heure Bleue (1912); it's a soft light purple note that peeks through from the very beginning, and gradually becomes the glass slipper that Cinderella leaves behind.

Over on the official Guerlain site, they tell us a bit more about the reformulation:

A masterpiece in balance and originality, Mitsouko combines a fruity peach note with jasmine and rose centifolia (May rose) flowers. Its mysterious base combines spicy notes with notes of undergrowth and vetiver.

Warm spices such as black pepper mingle with cold spices like cardamom and pink [pink pepper?] berries.

Patchouli essence features many vegetal, woody and earthy olfactory facets. Combined with rose, moss, and bergamot, patchouli forms the base of the chypre accord.

Hilariously, Guerlain also straight up tells you what Thierry Wasser actually put in New Mitsouko:

ALCOHOL

PARFUM (FRAGRANCE)

AQUA (WATER)

LIMONENE

LINALOOL

EUGENOL

HYDROXYCITRONELLAL

EVERNIA FURFURACEA (TREEMOSS) EXTRACT

CITRAL

BENZYL BENZOATE

ALPHA-ISOMETHYL IONONE

CITRONELLOL

GERANIOL

BHT

HEXYL CINNAMAL

CINNAMYL ALCOHOL

ISOEUGENOL

BENZYL ALCOHOL

BENZYL SALICYLATE

TOCOPHEROL

CI 14700 (RED 4)

CI 19140 (YELLOW 5)

CI 60730 (EXT. VIOLET 2)

FARNESOL

Yeah. There's the famous Guerlinade… in there somewhere. They gave that secret away, hidden under a tiny link, because it means fuck-all without proportions or a way to separate it from the composition as a whole. Well played.

A Basenotes user posted a suggested Mitsouko formula that's somewhat more indicative of what those chemicals would smell like (deep breath): sweet orange, lemon, bergamot, elemi, celery seed, tarragon (a component of oakmoss reconstitution), coriander, chamomile, lavender, geranium, ylang, jasmine, clove, anise, castoreum, civet, labdanum, tonka, patchouli, cinnamon, peru balsam, benzoin, vanilla, violet, rose, costus, vetiver, musk, and the famous "aldehyde" C-14: a peach-scented lactone from 1908.

Logically, Mitsouko (1919) must not have been the first fragrance to use gamma-undecalactone, but I'm not sure any other has survived the ages like this one. Carter Burr (another top expert) writes that Jacques Guerlain most likely got it from the supplier Firmenich, via their Persicol peach base:

C-14 was a marvel, a fruity, aromatic, delicious scent that gave ripe peach skin. Guerlain plugged C-14 into the equation perfectly (the rumor is, actually, similar to Chanel 5, that he in fact accidentally overdosed the stuff; who knows), and Mitsouko became a thing of subtle opulence, strength and balance and silken twilight.

Sidebar: peach is one of my favorite fragrance notes. It's in Tamora, one of the first BPALs I ever tried twenty years ago; I don't know what the actual peach accord in that oil is, but it's still probably my favorite Black Phoenix. No matter how weird people said Mitsouko was, I was GOING to try it for that landmark peach lactone. And that's what shows up at first for me. I do get that Guerlinade lilac peeking through, but the opening as a whole is a spicy autumnal peach lying on the dead-leafed forest floor, more velvet than flesh, Octoberish and unseelie. That first sequence is intriguing, and then it warms up into that unpleasant stage; then that uneasy note fades and the Guerlinade comes fully out, a soft pale purple-blue siren song floating by on a powdery cloud. Those are the two perfumes that seem to be twined: bewitchingly different, each one blended so smoothly that I can't distinguish all the notes within them, yet not quite blended together.

And that's just my own reaction. Watching Fragrantica reviewers describe Mitsouko is a pastime unto itself. It smells like power, sex, domination, old money, "strangely nutty," depressing, elegant, fascinating, bitter, ripe, like oil paint, "an old medicine cabinet," pungent, tangy, moldy, intoxicating, alienating, feminine, masculine, unisex—to quote frugally:

User Aerides: "Mitsouko is gloomy Sundays, walks in the woods after it rains, and empty auction rooms. […] It's incense and burning candles, and waxy floor polish. It's cinnamon peach jam. It's a bouquet of lilacs on the dining room table. It lasts so long it's like a ghost in the room."

User Amararata: "There is something vampire-like about this fragrance. It's the sort of scent a woman leaves behind after she's conquered a man, or a kind of lascivious tryst in the middle of the day."

User querty988: "For some reason, those stinky little [camphor-clove] whiffs endeared it to me. It was like the baby from Eraserhead whispering in my ear, 'yes, I am the most revolting thing you've ever smelled, but I'm here with you in public today, and it's our little secret that I belong to you.'"

User KingRidesBy96: "Can't explain it. Don't want to. She's a witch, it's magic."

Mitsouko is weird as hell, and yet, thanks to the “waxy floor polish” review, and (I swear) a review someone wrote that I can't find now that mentioned linseed oil, furniture, paint, and his wife, I knew exactly what Mitsouko was going to smell like. And I was right. And I think that the mental preparation is incredibly important here. Not to be snooty about what it takes to "appreciate" a perfume like this, but to frame for you where this being of times past is, at least, coming from. Mitsouko is Aslan, present when the Deep Magic was written in 1919, whether the Deep Magic smells good on you or not.

Further reading linkspam

Bois de Jasmin: What Does The Word Mitsouko Mean?

It’s the French spelling of a female Japanese character’s name (Mitsuko, “child of light,” “shining child”) from the 1909 French novel La bataille (“The Battle”); Jacques Guerlain was friends with the author, Claude Farrère, so this is thought to be the most likely namesake. Wikipedia:

The novel is set in Japan during the 1905 Russo-Japanese War, and chronicles a fictional amour fou between a British Navy Officer and one "Mitsouko", the wife of Fleet Admiral Marquis Yorisaka. Both Yorisaka and the British officer sail to war, and Mitsouko awaits with reserve to see which of the two will return alive to her.

Maybe this is reflected in the duality I’m getting from the perfume, I don’t know.

Isn’t all this very orientalist? Why, yes! Our antique faves are as problematic as ever!

Ayala Moriel: Olfactory Orientalism

Arts of the Working Class: Journey with Mitsouko and Mitsuko

More technical discussion:

Persolaise Review: Mitsouko from Guerlain (Jacques Guerlain; 1919 [and Thierry Wasser; 2013/14]):

Suffice it to say that whether it’s because [Wasser] increased the dosage of vetivert in the base, or he revitalised the citruses at the top, or, most interestingly, he created a special ‘oakmoss-like’ accord to compensate for the shortcomings of synthetic substitutes, the result is that the current Mitsouko feels like it has just emerged from the fountain of youth.

The Empress of Moss: Mitsouko

A look at the current state of the chypre: IFRA, Oakmoss, Chypres & Perfume Houses (2022)

Late breaking news: right after I fell down the stairs and injured myself rather thoroughly yesterday, my vintage pre-oakmoss-ban Mitsouko sample arrived in the mail. I’ll update once I can smell it. I also have a 2022 decant of L'Heure Bleue and, uh, about three drops of Samsara from around 1989, so stay tuned for more Guerlain at some point.

#perfume #perfume discussion #perfume: guerlain #welcome to hell it's my blog #long post #text post #ridiculously deep dive #special interests

[laceybun]

hhmm I think Lawrence would smell like this if he cared enough

#btd #lawrence oleander #more on that later #have to study #laceyspeak #fragrance

[vg-soundtrack-showdown]

Song recs from nomination form below the cut

Ace Attorney: Allegro 2007, Guilty Love, When Something Smells..., Objection 2004, Turnabout Sisters (Trials and Tribulations), The Fragrance of Dark Coffee, Pursuit - Cornered 2001, Turnabout Sisters Ballad, Phoenix Wright - Objection! 2001, Cross-Examination - Moderato 2001, Cross-Examination - Allegro 2001, A Prosecutor Reborn, Ryutaro Objection theme

Fire Emblem: Twilight of the Gods, Four Hounds, God Shattering Star (all versions), Corridors of the Tempest (all versions), Between Heaven and Earth (all versions), The Long Road (all versions), Indomitable Will (all versions), The Forgotten, The Edge of Dawn, Fodlan Winds, As Swift as Wind, Blue Skies and a Battle, Tearing Through Heaven, Roar of Dominion, Dwellings of the Ancient Gods, Paths That Will Never Cross, The Spirit Dais, Golden Deer and Crescent Moon, The Leader's Path, A Dark Sign, Those Who Sow Darkness, Shambhala, The Apex of the World

#ace attorney #fire emblem #video game soundtrack showdown #soundtrack showdown #tournament poll

[tanuki-kimono]

Fantastic yuuzen-dyed houmongi made for a young craftsmen contest hold in 2007 & 2008 by now yuuzen artist Uenaka Masashige.

First one entitled “Spring fragrance” depicts sakura tree in full bloom beneath a suggested temple roof. Second one is “plum-viewing carps” showing koi in a pond seeming to admire yariume/“spear plums” (or tachibai/“rising plums”)

#japan #fashion #kimono #houmongi #yuuzenzome #yuuzen #sakura #cherry blossom #ume #plum blossom #koi #koi carp #carp #yariume #tachibai #着物 #帯

[ruiniel]

At sea

Fandom: Mononoke (2007)

Relationship: Medicine Seller/Kayo

Rating: Explicit 🔞

Count: 0.6k

Tags & Warnings: longing, explicit sexual content, Medicine Seller POV, Across lifetimes AU, inspired by Mononoke, ambiguity, kusuriuri has so many feelings and we see some, alternate universe, smut

Also on AO3

A/N: Short explicit AU after the end of the Umibōzu arc.

They'd met before. The Sakai household was not the first time and would not be the last, this he knew. And even now, at sea, returning to a land where they will go their separate ways, is but one of many times she'll find him again.

He knew she wanted him then, did nothing when all spiraled into this now: with the heat of her small, strong body against his, the golden light of a small lamp washing over her as Kayo gazes up at him with abandon. "I missed you," he tells her, a hand cradling her warm cheek.

"So... have I," she gasps, and it hurts a little that she does not know—can never know.

In this life, and the one before it, and the one after it, wave after wave of her existence will wash over him and he can but stand and let them briefly disperse his longing.

He rises on his arms against her. They're as silent as they can be, and he pauses to watch: hair long and disheveled, smelling of the fragrance he burned earlier; dark-lashed eyes with dilated centers, the barest sheen on her skin. Her arms thrown carelessly around her head, the rise and fall of her panting chest.

"Kusuriuri," she murmurs, calling him a word that means nothing with everything in her eyes. Her hips tilt upward, a plea for him to continue, and her hands are on him again to feel down the crimson marks snaking down his neck and chest. Always they fascinated her, ever since he's been thrown on this Earth, during the brief moments of reprieve they find.

Always, she forgets; the ache is the same each time, and he cannot question it. But now, with her legs crossed around his hips, clawing at his back, he wishes he could tell her. Many times he nearly did.

"What... what is it? Is something wrong?"

Eyes closing, his own unbound hair silks along her breasts as he lowers his head. "No," and he cages her again, even as she bites down a moan; her kiss tastes of warmth and her desire as he parts his lips against hers, to feel her sighs, to follow the rhythm of her heart.

Kayo shudders beneath him when he moves deeper inside her, wanting to tease but losing instead: always, remembering how she feels is a reward, as is giving each other the relief they crave. Her life force pulses against his, swift and sweet; he runs long nails along her thigh even as Kayo breaks their kiss, to breathe.

"Don't... stop... kusuriuri..."

With a low growl beyond his usual control he suddenly rises, tilts her over on her belly, pins her down against the sheets. "That is not my name," he murmurs hoarsely in her ear, thrusting slower but harder, muffling her renewed mewls of ecstasy with his hand. He needs to hear it from her, needs to, just once, only once, even if he pays for it after in spirit.

"You... never told me your name," Kayo sighs, and he drowns in his sickly love at the hint of reproach in her tone; even now, even here.

He could lie, could always tell her a random given name each time—he chooses not to.

He nibbles on her ear, feels her spine straining when his tongue finds that spot, the exact path of nerves to insist on, which he knows pushes her over that brink. And so it does, she clenches around him so tightly he grits his teeth, hips snapping against her rear as his forehead falls against her shoulder; he won't last much longer, listening to her cadenced sighs that always become a mantra to their union. The medicine seller pressed his lips to her ear, and right before her release crashes into her, whispers his name.

#ruiniel:fanfiction #mononoke fanfiction #kusuriuri x kayo #won't die on this hill just think they have chemistry #and i write so i wrote #don't come after me #mononoke

[jbaileyfansite]

Jonathan Bailey’s Interview with Esquire (2023)

What’s important to Jonathan Bailey? Punctuality. “I'm far too worried about letting people down to be late,” he explains, sitting opposite me in a suite in Heckfield Place, a grand estate in the Hampshire countryside. “Working on set and especially being an actor, sometimes you're not told if you’re late; people are too scared to. So I'm hyper, hyper vigilant. The older I get the more it feels like so much time has been wasted worrying about being late.”

The 35-year-old actor has travelled here – in good time, naturally – to host a dinner celebrating the Omega Seamaster’s 75thanniversary, his first bit of ambassadorial duty since taking on the role in April. Dining in a Georgian manor down the road from Jane Austen’s house, it's easy to make comparisons to the lodgings of one of Bailey’s most famous fictional roles: English nobleman Anthony Bridgerton (from the Netflix show Bridgerton, if you’re not part of the 82 million households that watched season one). One of his character's most prized possessions is his father's pocket watch, and Bailey shares that familial relationship with timepieces, too.

“My dad had an Omega growing up,” he says, then explaining how his “Nana” wore her mother’s watch. “From a younger perspective, I remember thinking that they were a signifier of adulthood and sophistication.” But now, the Oxfordshire-born actor uses them to help tap into different roles. “I know people talk about music that gets them into character, or fragrances or jewellery, but for me, I've played many characters who've had specific watches. When you're trying to build a character, you realise the significance of that.”

While many have come to know Bailey as the lead in the show’s second season – it’s Netflix’s most popular English-language TV series, accruing 627.11 million hours of watch time in four weeks, bumping season one to second place – Bailey's career started in childhood.

He played Gavroche in the West End production of Les Misérables at nine years old, and moved into TV in his twenties with detective drama Broadchurch, Michaela Cole’s Chewing Gum and Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s Crashing. But it was his roles on stage – an Olivier Award-winning performance in Company as well as Mike Bartlett’s Cock, to name a few – that helped him grow as an actor.

“I think you have to go back to stage to learn your craft, because you have to do it every single day,” he explains. “You learn how to tell stories in different ways, and then you take that craft and you put it on screen. But I do think that I feel more alive and connected to life having been on stage.”

This autumn, he’s returning to the TV in another love-infused period drama. Adapted from Thomas Mallon’s 2007 novel, his next project, Fellow Travelers, follows a romance between war hero Hawkins Fuller (Matt Bomer) and religious idealist Tim Laughlin (played by Bailey) from the early-Fifties Lavender Scare – a US policy that saw gay and lesbian government employees fired due to a moral panic about homosexuality – to the ‘80s AIDS crisis.

But despite a seeming predisposition for stories from a bygone year, Bailey is more interested in the universality of people's characters: “The nerd in me is obsessed with the idea of the consistency of humanity, and how people fundamentally stay the same even with the evolution of the world around them.”

Clearly, Bailey is a watch guy. But is he a dress-watch-with-a-bow-tie guy? A retro digital watch guy? Or, dare I say, a timepiece and step-counter in one, guy? It turns out he’s the type who’ll put a diving watch through its paces.

“There's something so peaceful about being submerged underwater,” he says of scuba diving, one of the many outdoor activities Bailey will do with a watch on his wrist. “And if you've got an underwater watch, like a Seamaster, all you can hear is the echo of its tick.”

Source

#jonathan bailey #jonny bailey #interview #interviews:2023 #esquire #esquire interview 2023 #NEW!

[f-liiiz]

Number (N)ine A/W07 "Love God, Murder" - The Layered World of "Black" and "Gray" Editorial from HEART Fashion Magazine, October 2007 Patchwork Creates a Fresh Pattern. The intricate checkered chester coat was created by intertwining six different patterns and patchworking them together. The tops are worn with tight denim and boots with leg warmers layered over them. Incidentally, the coat and shirt also have a fragrance finish.  

#Number (N)ine #Takahiro Miyashita #Scans

[fabfashionfag]

Tom Ford Fragrance Campaign 2007.

#fashion #fragrance #perfume #tom ford #for men #ad campaign #high fashion #menswear #fashion moments #vogue

[maltmemorandum]

Highland Park 2007 12 year old Cask#4532 for The Whisky Hoop.

One more impressive Highland Park for The Whisky Hoop. Velvet like gentle sherry note and hint of solvent and sulfur, milk chocolate with hint of varnish aroma. Sherry and pearly fragrance. With smooth mouthfeel, much woodiness and sap, intense bitter chocolate and malty sweet, dry sherry and roast coffee flavor with herbal spices. Herbs and spicy finish then rich malty and smoky peat, sherry sweet remains longly.

#HighlandPark #Bewitching #TheWhiskyHoop

[pocketvenuslux]

I don’t believe I’ve reviewed any Tom Fords even though it was Black Orchid and the Private Blends scents that lured me into the world of fragrance so many years ago. This is probably because the house is not even a shadow of its former self; it is unrecognizable.

Launched in 2007, a year following the release of Black Orchid, Tom Ford’s Private Blends was the vanguard in the fragrance industry. Beginning with Purple Patchouli, this early, exciting era of the house saw offerings like Tuscan Leather, Jasmin Rouge and others, many of which have been long discontinued. Among a sea of celebuscents, saccharine fruity florals and predictable gourmands that had so dominated the industry since the 90s, the Private Blends did not only seem singular, they were like revelations to someone like me who was not old enough to have been familiar with the greats of the 1980s and earlier. This era saw Ford at the forefront, with releases like Oud Wood (2007) that would be followed by what would become a tidal wave of Westernized ouds, starting with the likes of Kilian’s Pure Oud (2009) and Byredo’s Ouds (2010). I’d say this period ended in 2013 which saw the release of the Atelier d'Orient line - one of the last stand out lines of the house. 2013 was also the year the Oud line was expanded in an attempt to ride on the coat tails of Oud Wood’s success. Perhaps a suggestion the kind of commodification of the house that was to come.

The house changed with the rise of niche luxury fragrance houses in the 2014. It was around this time Estée Lauder began snapping up houses like Kilian and Frédéric Malle in a move that would transform the industry. As the niche market began to establish itself, Ford was no longer the only widely-distributed house pushing boundaries. Private Blends were still exciting in this period but were slowly shifting away from its innovate roots. Perhaps the last quality line from the house during this middle period was the Les Extraits Vert line, released in 2016, which wasn’t innovative so much as a retreat into 70s nostalgia. At this point, the fragrance market was also growing increasingly crowded. A new Tom Ford release (or release from other houses like Serge Lutens) just didn’t seem so special anymore.

For me, the nail in the Private Blends coffin and our current trash era began with the release of Fucking Fabulous in 2017. FF kicked off a cynical trend of crasser names paired with grossly inflated prices. Rather than an attempt to create a beautiful scent, FF seemed more like a product designed to see how far Lauder could push the price point for luxury fragrance.

Which brings us to the present day - Cherry Smoke, an opportunistic attempt to cash in on the success of Lost Cherry. What is there to say about it? The opening is pleasant enough. Syrupy macerated dark cherries and expensive leather drying down in a linear fashion to an abstract sweetness and synthetic oud smoke before finishing on banal white musks. It’s not horrific, it’s never scratchy or densely flat - but this is damning praise for a house that once released Noir de Noir. And I’m sorry to say that compared with Electric Cherry, a painfully generic fruity floral, Cherry Smoke is the better scent. Yours for an eye-watering CA$480/50 ml.

RIP Tom Ford Private Blends 2007-2017. After FF, I should have realized what I know now: you are dead to me. I’m sorry the house that initiated me into the world of fragrance has become so pathetic. Someone at Lauder, I beg of you, when the executives and accountants aren’t looking, please pull the plug.

#tom ford #tom ford private label #cherry smoke #fragrance industry #niche fragrance #luxury fragrance #fragrance review #perfume review #american perfume

[vg-soundtrack-showdown]

Playlist of Hades song recommendations

Playlist of Ace Attorney song recommendations

List of songs below

Hades: No Escape, Wretched Shades, Lament of Orpheus, The King and the Bull, The Exalted, Last Words, Good Riddance, Field of Souls, Rage of the Myrmidons, On the Coast, In the Blood, The Unseen Ones

Ace Attorney: [PW] Moderato 2001; Objection! 2001; Allegro 2001; Pressing Pursuit ~ Cornered; Turnabout Sisters Ballad; [TT] Objection! 2004; When Something Smells, It's Usually Me; The Fragrance of Dark Coffee; [AJ] Allegro 2007; Guilty Love; [DGS] Objection! 2015; Ryuutarou ~ Objection!; The Revived Prosecutor

#hades #ace attorney #video game soundtrack showdown #tournament poll