mllelaurel

Nothing about him looked particularly demonic, at least by classical standards. No horns, no wings. Admittedly he was listening to a Best of Queen tape, but no conclusions should be drawn from this because all tapes left in a car for more than a fortnights metamorphose into Best of Queen albums. No particularly demonic thoughts were going through his head. In fact, he was wondering vaguely who Moey and Chandon were.

Crowley had dark hair, and good cheekbones, and he was wearing snakeskin shoes, or at least presumably he was wearing shoes, and he could do really weird things with his tongue. And, whenever he forgot himself, he had a tendency to hiss.

Infernal musk, red patchouli, lilac cologne, mahogany, lemon rind, oakmoss, leather, and vanilla husk.

In imp: Spicy!

On me (wet): Hello, leather~ This is a sexy demon, indeed. Purr! Some woods underneath as well.

On me (dry): The spicy is emerging again...

Verdict: Y'know, I think I've just discovered my scent of plus one dominance. I don't know what it is, but this one makes me feel confident, slightly butch and much more likely to take risks. Excellent choice for either games or real life. *firm nod*