Orange Amber

Got a hilarious note from a customer this week.  It said,  "I can review Orange Amber in two words: Mandarin Moon."

I could almost hear Orange Amber whispering, "I resemble that remark."

But all jesting aside, there are some similarities, although I personally think Mandarin Moon is way spicier.  When I first melted Orange Amber, my first thought was that it smelled an awful lot like an oldie, now retired, Two Harbors.

Orange Amber's description is:  An alluring blend of bitter orange and clementine, exotic wild ginger, cozy cardamom, and sultry amber.

Two Harbor's was:  Escape to distant shores with tart Meyer lemon and refreshing lime, warmed by sweet vanilla and golden amber rays.


As you can see, it is that citrus/amber thing. However, back to the original comparison.  All I can say is, if Orange Amber and Mandarin Moon were 20's movie characters, Mandarin Moon would be a wild flapper dancing the Charleston and Orange Amber would be the refined gentleman retired to his palatial library.  Gotta say, I do like both, but I'm a little less...well, enervated...by Orange Amber.

But, all it really boils down to is...do you like citrus scents?  Or not?  Does it hedge on orange cleaner, or is it better than that?

Orange Amber is just orange mellowed by amber--not too cleanerish--and just fine.  It is Two Harbors redux, Mandarin Moon only less spicy, Sunkissed Citrus, only, well, a little different.  In other words, we've been there, done that.  And the down side for me is that Orange Amber seems to fade into the sunset pretty quickly...I got a day.  So, the scent is a 6, throw is an 8, and last is a 5.

Next up in the Scentsy Fall 2014 review line-up:  Gonna switch things up and turn up my girly-girl with Shimmer.

Sugar and Spice....

and Everything Nice....

Well, Mother Goose was pretty charitable attributing all those good things to little girls, wasn't she, when all the boys got were snips and snails and puppy dog tails?   When I was thinking about Scentsy's new Everything Nice scent, I couldn't help but google the poem to remind myself how it all goes, and I found out something pretty amazing, but more about that later.

Everything Nice

Sugar and spice and everything nice: deep caramel and swirls of butter with roasted pumpkin and glazed pecans.

When I first melted Everything nice, it reminded me of something I couldn't quite place my finger on.  At first, I thought maybe it was that sweet potato marshmallow casserole my sister-in-law brought to our Thanksgiving dinners.  You know the one.  But that wasn't quite right.  Finally, it dawned on me that it smelled just like the sweet potato pie that my adorable daughter got from her equally adorable mother-in-law.  Just like it.  I'm pretty fork-shy of sweet potatoes (they're sweet.  I find that weird), and sweet potato casserole is about the only way I can eat them.  It's the quintessential southern-style pie--lots of butter, brown sugar, spice, sweet potatoes (of course) and if it were up to me, gobs of pecans.

That's what Everything Nice smells like.  It's not bad for a sweet scent.  But you know me.  I wouldn't voluntarily melt a sweet scent if I had something else on hand.  But, if you like the scent of oodles of brown sugar floating in melted butter, with a hint of pumpkin and pecan, then this will be your winner.  For me, it is an acceptable sweet one (meaning it doesn't send me gagging like Caramel Pear Crisp), and the throw and last are outstanding.  It is still going strong in my warmers; I started it yesterday morning and I keep my warmers on all the time, even at night.  All in all, I give it a 5 for scent (that sweet thing), and a 10 for throw and last.

Next review?  Orange Amber

Mother Goose

Now, back to the Mother Goose thing.  Mother Goose was the backbone of my early childhood, and I very vividly recall the big Mother Goose book of rhymes we had at home right down to the illustrations.  But, when I googled the poem with What are Little Girls Made of, I was blown away.   I had no idea that there was a long version of the poem!  The original version is attributed to a 19th century poet, Robert Southey, however, it is believed that unknown authors extended it over the years until it became this somewhat ballad-like version.  It goes like this:

  What are little babies made of, made of? 

          What are little babies made of?
             Diapers and crumbs and sucking their thumbs;
          That's what little babies are made of.

          What are little boys made of, made of?                                      
          What are little boys made of?
             Snips and snails and puppy-dog tails;
          That's what little boys are made of.     

                                         

          What are little girls made of, made of?
          What are little girls made of?
             Sugar and spice and everything nice;
          That's what little girls are made of.

          What are young men made of, made of?
          What are young men made of?
             Sighs and leers and crocodile tears;
          That's what young men are made of.

          What are young women made of, made of?                                
          What are young women made of?
             Rings and jings and other fine things;                                        
          That's what young women are made of.  

                                     

          What are our sailors made of, made of?
          What are our sailors made of?
             Pitch and tar, pig-tail and scar;
          That's what our sailors are made of.

          What are our soldiers made of, made of?
          What are our soldiers made of?
             Pipeclay and drill, the foeman to kill;
          That's what our soldiers are made of.

          What are our nurses made of, made of?
          What are our nurses made of?
             Bushes and thorns and old cow's horns;
          That's what our nurses are made of.

          What are our fathers made of, made of?
          What are our fathers made of?
             Pipes and smoke and collars choke;
          That's what our fathers are made of.

          What are our mothers made of, made of?
          What are our mothers made of?
             Ribbons and laces and sweet pretty faces.

         That's what our mothers are made of.

          What are old men made of, made of?
          What are old men men made of?

          Slippers that flop and a bald headed top.

That's what old men are made of. 

          What are old women made of, made of?
          What are old women made of?
             Reels, and jeels, and old spinning wheels;
          That's what old women are made of.

          What are all folks made of, made of?
          What are all folks made of?
             Fighting a spot and loving a lot,
          That's what all folks are made of.

Boho Chic!

                Scentsy does Boho Chic with its own version via scent---Boho!

A bohemian fragrance of clove-studded winter apples entwined with juicy black plums, candied mulberries, and cinnamon sticks.

          

      One thing I really like about this scent is its balance.  A lot of fall scents really bring on the cinnamon and clove pretty strongly---and I like that—but once you have done it, then what?  Boho reminds me a lot of an older Yankee scent whose name escapes me right now, but it is the right blend of fruit, spice, and that undertone of fall woodiness that can be very pleasing.  Boho is perhaps a bit stronger on the fruity than the rest.  And big bonus?  It is not toooo apple-y.  I definitely get more of the plum/mulberry vibe, and that is just fine by me.  Another big plus is the departure from that perfume note that was bugging me in Pom Pear and,  to a lesser extent, Sno-leil. 

            Boho is another Scentsy fruit story success .  I like it quite a bit, although, once again, it doesn’t cross over into the love department.  I give Boho a 7 plus.  The scent throw is pretty good, although it’s not a screamer, another strong 7, and the last is acceptable—a solid full day and a half per cube, another 7.

            Next up in the Scentsy Fall 2014 trials?  Everything Nice

Sno-leil

Sno-leil Hits the Warmers  

              My warmers were on hiatus this last week while I honked and hacked my way through a little bronchitis, but now that I’m rejoining the human race and can smell just a little bit, I thought I’d report back on Sno-leil, which was the last scent I warmed before becoming  Suz, the Red-Nosed Cougher.

            Sno-leil melted in my warmers for a good four days, giving me plenty of time to decide it was a like, not a love.

A merry mélange of sparkling citrus, iced nashi pear, and decadent marshmallow mousse.

            I get lots of marshmallow, with an even bigger serving of citrus.  It doesn’t measure up to my beloved My Wish, but it is still good.  I’m still scratching my head trying to figure out where the name fits in.  It isn’t snowy, although I still feel it is Christmasy---in a visions of sugar plums sort of way.  Even so, what prevents it from crossing over into my love territory is a vague perfume note that so overwhelmed Pom Pear for me.  Maybe it is the pear that is turning me off?  Not sure that’s it, though, because Simply Nashi Pear and  Honey Pear Cider don’t give me that impression.

            Regardless, Sno-leil is a good fall and winter scent that I think will appeal to lots of people.  It is sweet without rotting your teeth, and it is a nice winter-change-of-pace from balsamy and cinnamony scents (which I love, but how many can you melt?)

            A solid 6 on Snoleil, although the throw is excellent at 10, and the lasting power is amazing; I got 2 days for each cube. 

            Next up in the Scentsy Fall Scent Trials?  Boho!