The River of Unmindfulness: bittersweet black water swollen with forgotten tears.
In the imp: musk, musk, musk and… musk. (Or what I call "musk".) The oil is a really rich golden colour. I may never be able to dissociate the two again.
Second sniff: hrm yeah, OK, also a touch of deep water. I'm quite liking this in the imp.
Wet: musk and then it smells "like perfume" on me so far. My partner is going to hate this.
Partner: "eh, smells all right."
Dry: still generic perfume-ish scent. I don't mind it, but it's not telling me a story I don't already know.
5 min: it's a pretty stable scent!
Night-blooming cereus, black orchid, black currant and myrtle leaf enshrouded in the incense of Hecate's cypress and myrrh, and the dark rage of magickal labdanum and intoxicating poppy.
In the imp: perfume. Slightly astringent perfume.
Wet: rose, but rose like in in a powder shop, not rose like sticking my nose in a flower.
Dry: turning a bit sharper. I'm wondering if this is the myrrh note. Like in the imp, I think there's two things going on here for me. One is the floral scent that smells like rose to me. The other is something sharper that moderates it well.
Verdict: I like Medea better than Ameles Potamos, but I think what I'm looking for right now is less familiar smells, and both of these smell enough like commercial perfume to me that I'm not transported.
I'm shipping a few imps to my mother, I suspect she will quite like these.
ETA: oh dear, Medea keeps getting stronger, and I forgot about my reaction to really strong scents. They make me sneeze a lot. Eek. (I can't be around people smoking pot for too long, for example.)