I am robbed of all speech.

[scarylullabiez]

So I should totally be in bed, but I think you should know flist, that the full body shudder I keep experiencing probably looks very comical. See, I got the Knave of Hearts as a frimp in my last BPAL order.

Knave of Hearts
Crushed roses and blackcurrant tarts.

In what I have always thought was a testament to my cynicism, the flower of love does not work on me. No matter the breed, manufacturer, origin, or companion notes, I can't wear rose perfumes, they smell like soap on me.

But dear gods, Knave of Hearts. I FINALLY GET IT.

In the bottle Knave was syrupy sweetness with a little yeasty/baking scent hiding underneath, but once it went on my skin that lightened up wonderfully, and now there's this warm, sweet, INTENSE, living floral smell. NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGH, like you wouldn't even believe. I would never believe that it's rose, but there's something I can recognize in it from smelling live roses. Maybe it's the blackcurrant or the very light yeast smell that's carrying the rose, but I really don't care. I'm having a religious experience every time I smell my wrist. For serious, my eyes are rolling back in my head. I need gallons of this perfume. I will slather it on when I have a really scorchingly hot date or want to have a marathon makeout session. I keep re-reading this quotes in Essence and Alchemy, "'All is permitted the rose - splendor, a conspiracy of perfumes, petalous flesh that tempts the nose, the lips, the teeth...'" and going "YES! YES! I UNDERSTAND!!"