HEY GUYS. I have more Buffy goodness for you today! If you’ve glanced at this blog for like .25 seconds before, you know how much joy it brings me to be able to go on and on (and on) about my most favorite show on the planet. I’ll take any opportunity, really, but when it intersects with one of my other most favorite things on the planet, indie perfume? Even better. Even best.
But enough with the cartoon hearts floating around my head. Let’s do this thing.
Slayer, The: Before she was a slayer, she was a teenage girl. Sweet, bright and feminine, this scent is a delicious blend of light and fruity Californian citrus. Blood orange, tangerine, Meyer lemon, and lime with a creamsicle sweetness. Feminine.
Ooh, yum. In the bottle, Slayer, The smells like light, sweet, slightly fizzy citrus. A cross between orange and lemon – like a meyer lemon Italian soda.
Wet on skin it’s bubbly lemon, lime, and sweet orange – the whole citrusy spectrum. Thankfully it doesn’t veer toward cleaning products like so many citrus scents do on my skin. It’s got a slight fizziness going on, but it just kind of makes it smell “sparkling.”
On dry down it does got a bit cleaner-y, but my skin does that to a lot of citrus scents, so I assumed YMMV on that. It’s not too bad, though. All in all, this is a really nice citrus scent. Clean and zesty and just lightly sweet.
I tend to prefer my citrus scents much sweeter, however, so I decided to try layering Cub Scout over it. I hate to admit it, but Buffy and Riley, YOU SMELL OKAY TOGETHER. Please excuse me while I go rock in a corner for a while. Slayer, The did overpower Cub Scout after a while, though – perfume imitates art imitates the truth of the universe, duh – so then I tried layering it with Broody Guy and lo, it smelled like delicious lemon cake. A step up, to be sure. However, after a while it punched through Broody Guy too. Slayer, The is not fucking around. Vampires, demons, forces of darkness, and boyfriends of all quality levels: beware.
I didn’t try layering it with Captain Peroxide, because fizzy lemon bacon sounds like the most vomit-worthy of things I can think of. Sorry, Spike. You’ll always be in my heart. And my spank bank. Just not on my wrists.
Supermom: Sweet and simple, warm and comforting, it’s a mug of hot chocolate, the brim overflowing with mini marshmallows. Folded underneath the sweet and subtle cocoa is a hint of caffeine and a smothering of sticky benzoin. Feminine.
In the bottle, Supermom smells like delicious hot chocolate. YUM. Not dark, fancy drinking chocolate – this smells like straight-up Swiss Miss. A milky, slightly powdery chocolate with mini marshmallows.
Wet on skin, it’s got a deep, ambery kind of vibe underneath the sweet cocoa. It’s a nice counterpoint to the chocolately goodness. This one stays pretty linear throughout the dry down and ultimately smells EXACTLY like a chocolate Tootsie Pop.
Jeeves: When there’s something strange in the neighborhood…go to the library. A cup of tea, the dusty smell of leatherclad demonology books, a woody medieval weapons cabinet, and the unmistakable smell of LEARNING. Unisex.
In the vial, Jeeves is soft leather and tea. Mild, considering. Not bacon-y, thank god.
On skin it’s all leather at first, almost verging on bacon-y, and then black tea joins the party. Oddly that sort of amplifies the bacon-ness since the tea is a little smoky. It continues to skew that way as it dries. Alas, Giles, your scent is not for me. I’m not a big fan of leather scents in general, but Smelly Yeti’s leather just really doesn’t work on my skin.
Bonus: I smeared this one on my fiance after I told him that it was a Giles-themed scent and he said “I’d wear it.” GAME ON, SIR. It smells much better on him – woody and musty in a good way, like a used bookstore, and later on the tea comes out in a less smoky way. I definitely prefer the way it smells on him. I also loved his reaction to it smelling so different, because I don’t think he’s ever really understood what I meant when I talked about skin chemistry before. He just kept going, “What? Are you sure that was the same bottle? THAT’S SO WEIRD.” <3
Who’s That Girl?: Willow. Sweet and shy but powerful; not one of those wanna-blessed-be’s. A sweet quasi-gourmand scent of cookies, sugar and spice and everything nice…with a witchy twist. The classic bakery smell undercut by incense and a splash of ginger. Feminine, leaning unisex.
In the vial: this smells amazing. Like spicy sugar cookies. LIKE SNICKERDOODLES.
Wet on skin it’s snickerdoodles, all sugar cookies and cinnamon sugar. The cinnamon does me the favor of NOT going balls to the wall here, which I appreciate. After a few minutes a little bit of bitey ginger shows up, a nice counterpoint to the cookie sweetness.
It doesn’t change much during dry down – it’s just delicious, spicy cookies. There’s a little incense wafting underneath everything after about 10 minutes or so, but it doesn’t change the general tone of the scent, just kind of blends in with the spices. Further into dry down, the cinnamon does get a liiiiittle heavier than I’d like, but that’s an annoying skin chemistry thing.
Even so, I love this one. That girl is Willow and SHE SMELLS LIKE SNICKERDOODLES. I bet she would, too. Aww. Willow.
Psycho: Assertive and bold, uninhibited and reckless. Faith’s always been a wild card. Wild black cherry, dirty leather, black musk, and a wisp of tobacco smoke.
In the vial: cherries and bacon, whyyyy? It’s leather and smoke. The same thing happened with Captain Peroxide. Something about SY’s leather and smoke mixed together just smells like bacon to me. Ick. Bleh.
Wet on skin, holy jesus. Dark black, ozoney and metallic. I don’t even know what’s going on here. I smell leather in the background, but the cherry lollipops I got in the bottle are nowhere to be found. It’s sharp and black and dirty metallic, like pennies rolling around in the parking lot of a biker bar.
After a few minutes a muskiness starts to come out underneath, with a little bit of warmth and just a tiny, tiny infinitesimal particle of sweetness. That trend continues as it dries, and at some point I start to smell a hint of cherry again. The bacony smoke and leather combo makes an appearance too, but it’s not super strong. I think the leather is what I’m reading as metallic, actually. It dries down to a warm, dirty musk with a touch of smoky cherry and a biting metallic/leathery edge.
This gives me a headache. It’s appropriate for Faith, but it gives me a headache. And even if it didn’t, I’m not a fan. Sorry, Faith. ILU, girl, but this one is Not For Me.
Broody Guy: Dark, masculine leathers with hair gel and self-loathing…aw, who am I kidding. Angel likes to play the dark avenger card, but we’re not fooled. This one smells like cake. Sweet, delicious cake with buttercream frosting. Unisex, because who doesn’t like a guy who smells like a bakery?
In the bottle, Broody Guy smells like deep, rich, sweet cake.
Wet on skin it’s a little less sweet, slightly musky in a sexy way, but still cakey and delicious. It’s linear throughout the dry down. Sweet but not cloying, musky, delicious. Yes please. I love this on myself, but I could also see a guy wearing it. It’s not so overly sweet that it would be off-putting to a dude.
Also: so this is why Lorne kept called you pastries, Angel Cakes. I see how it is.
Cub Scout: Vanilla. Straight up vanilla. Not that that’s a bad thing! And it’s a really nice vanilla, I swear. A perfect subtle scent which works great for layering and adding sweetness to other scents; worn alone, Cub Scout is simply a rich vanilla with the slightest hint of woods. Unisex.
In the bottle, Cub Scout smells like a musky, slightly woody vanilla. Wet on skin, it’s a little warmer and very mild. It doesn’t change much throughout the dry down.
This one is, as stated, a simple musky vanilla with a touch of woods. It’s not overly sweet, definitely not a gourmand vanilla. Subtle throw, wears close to skin.
Mongrel: Smell like a werewolf. Have you noticed any changes in your life? Maybe you’ve been craving red meat. Maybe a few times a month, you wake up in an unfamiliar place. You smell it before you see it – damp, grassy earth, fallen oak trees, mossy underbrush, dark oud…It’s probably nothing to worry about. You’re not howling at the moon, right? Right? Masculine.
In the bottle, Mongrel smells sharp, grassy, and woody. Wet on skin, I smell damp dirt and spicy woods, and green mossy things. A little ozone-y. It smells like a forest floor. I really like most of what I smell here, but there’s something I’m not crazy about. It’s whatever the sharp ozone-y thing is. It could be the oud – I didn’t really love it in either of the Darling Clandestine scents that featured oud last year either, but this smells different. I’m not really sure.
As it dries, that sharpness calms down a little bit and it’s more earth and woods, but there’s still an edge to it that I’m not super crazy about on my skin. I like it, but I don’t love it. Fitting for the subject matter, though, and I bet it would smell great on a guy.
Spell Gal: An old school witch with modern ways. Or is it the other way around? Witchiness in a bottle. Incenses, resins, cedar, pink peppercorn, smoky clary sage and dark oud with a bright flash of lemon. Feminine.
In the bottle, Spell Gal smells sharp and incense-y with citrus and herbs. Wet on skin, it’s all resins and incense. Sharp, spicy, herbal and a little smoky. It smells like walking into a new age shop that’s just been cleansed with a smudge stick. There’s a slight tang of lemon in the background.
On dry down it’s mostly smoky sage and lemon. I like this stage best, and I don’t mind this one, but in general it’s not something I’d reach for.
Capitalist: In ancient tradition, different oils had different meanings, and there were some said to bring wealth to those who wore them…sweet orange, bergamot, cinnamon, clove, cardamom and more mix and mingle to bring you a heady spiced citrus scent that will make you wealthier than all your wildest…well, no promises, right?
Capitalist is very mild in the bottle. It smells like spicy clove oranges.
On skin it’s spicy oranges, clove and cinnamon, but the cinnamon isn’t overwhelming. I also get something almost a little licorice-y, even though I know it’s not in the notes. This one is warm and spicy, very nice for cold weather, although it does skew a little candle-y on my skin during dry down. It’s the cinnamon.
Further into dry down, it gets a little more fruity and the combination reminds me a little bit of cinnamon bubble gum.
So, overall thoughts? Not as many hits for me personally as the first batch of the Hellmouth scents, but in general I’m loving this collection. Of course I am. I’m admittedly biased there. My favorites here are Who’s That Girl? and Broody Guy. I like Supermom, too. Most of the rest either just aren’t to my particular tastes or clash with my skin chemistry.
I’ll leave you with the Dance of Capitalist Superiority.
Smelly Yeti is closed at the moment, but should be re-opening soon.