Upon cold sniff, I smelled the marshmallow/sweet note with a teeny bit of the smokey fireplace smell in the background. Then upon initial application, it completely transformed. The marshmallow smell went away entirely, and I smelled full blown smoke- like that amazing smoke smell you get from a campfire. I grew up camping a lot, so that smell brings back tons of great memories like having sticky s'mores and listening to my dad tell ghost stories. He had a famous story that my friends and I begged for every time- Miramar Mama. My dad is an amazing story teller, so he told this a lot better than I'm about to; but I'll give you the gist. He said he was about 17 and driving with his friends in California. They were in an old VW van, low on gas, and hopelessly lost in the middle of nowhere. A perfect start to any horror story, right? Anyway, they came across this creepy little shack in the middle of nowhere. I use the term shack because it was so small and disheveled, the word 'house' wouldn't be right. At this point, my dad and his buddies were creeped out, because here was this run down little shack that had glowing light inside and the door was wide open. They were certainly apprehensive, but they were also in a bad situation; so they made their way to the weird shack. The first thing they noticed was that upon walking in, the room they stepped foot in was a makeshift dining room. They knew this because there was a table with a bunch of plates on it. But the plates were not empty. There were old, rotten chicken bones on top of the plates; and the smell was putrid. The light they had seen from the road was actually a candle, as if someone was in the house. Of course, they were unsure by then whether or not they actually wanted the help of a solitary person that had rotten food right in the living room, but there was something in the corner that made them all freeze in their steps. In the corner of that dining room, there was a corpse of an old woman who looked like she had recently passed away. Her eyes were shut, but the most out of place thing about the woman was that she was pointing north. Her delicate, bony, probably rigor-mortice induced hand literally pointed north with a single yellow fingernail. My dad as his friend were immediately out the door, but something else strange happened that night. They followed the woman's "directions" by heading north- and they found their way back to a familiar road and were finally safe.
Of course, I know now that there was no old lady pointing in a shack. But there was a creepy shack in that situation when my dad was that age, but he said they just kept driving. I still wonder why the lights were on and who lived there. Creepy stuff!
So let's go back to perfume, cause that's why you guys are here! :) On the dry down, Smoky Mountain Mallow still smells like delightful campfire smoke, but with a *hint* of marshmallow to make it less harsh. It's absolutely beautiful, and it gets even better. After 10-20 minutes, it starts smelling like that amazing chimney-smoke smell you get when you're outside and someone is having a fire in their fireplace. I wish I could give you guys a sample whiff through the screen, it's just so freaking awesome. My favorite thing about it is how it transforms from cold sniff to dry down, and every single scent stage is absolutely beautiful.
Above- my photo of Smoky Mountain Mallow :)
Above: Smokey Mountain Mallow
Image Source: Solstice Scents
Now I'm off to get ready for a birthday party! At least I'll smell amazing for it :)
Also, quick note of things to come: Lathers and Lights haul/first impression; Bath and Body Works SAS haul, and Cocoa Pink haul
Thanks so very much for reading, and have a very wonderful weekend!
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