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mllelaurelThe mind of Agnes Nutter was so far adrift in Time that she was considered pretty mad even by the standards of seventeenth-century Lancashire, where mad prophetesses were a growth industry.
Gunpowder, charred wood, smoke, and rusty nails.
In imp: Holy gunpowder, Batman! That cleared out my sinuses but good.
On me (wet): Something exploded and burned a lot. In a spontaneous fit of bad judgment, I tested this one on the top of my left boob, so now I smell like I've been shot in the chest at close range. Oh dearie...
On me (dry): Sharp, woodsy and burned.
Verdict: Way too sharp for my tastes, but the sensory imagery is spot-on!
Gunpowder, charred wood, smoke, and rusty nails.
In imp: Holy gunpowder, Batman! That cleared out my sinuses but good.
On me (wet): Something exploded and burned a lot. In a spontaneous fit of bad judgment, I tested this one on the top of my left boob, so now I smell like I've been shot in the chest at close range. Oh dearie...
On me (dry): Sharp, woodsy and burned.
Verdict: Way too sharp for my tastes, but the sensory imagery is spot-on!
