Scent Name: Miles
Manufacturer: Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab – Yules: Turn of the Screw Subseries 2012
Scent Description and Notes: “What does it mean? The child’s dismissed his school.”
She gave me a look that I remarked at the moment; then, visibly, with a quick blankness, seemed to try to take it back. “But aren’t they all-?”
“Sent home-yes. But only for the holidays. Miles may never go back at all.”
Consciously, under my attention, she reddened. “They won’t take him?”
“They absolutely decline.”
At this she raised her eyes, which she had turned from me; I saw them fill with good tears. “What has he done?”
I hesitated; then I judged best simply to hand her my letter-which, however, had the effect of making her, without taking it, simply put her hands behind her. She shook her head sadly. “Such things are not for me, miss.”
My counselor couldn’t read! I winced at my mistake, which I attenuated as I could, and opened my letter again to repeat it to her; then, faltering in the act and folding it up once more, I put it back in my pocket.
“Is he really BAD?”
The tears were still in her eyes. “Do the gentlemen say so?”
“They go into no particulars. They simply express their regret that it should be impossible to keep him. That can have only one meaning.” Mrs. Grose listened with dumb emotion; she forbore to ask me what this meaning might be; so that, presently, to put the thing with some coherence and with the mere aid of her presence to my own mind, I went on: “That he’s an injury to the others.”
At this, with one of the quick turns of simple folk, she suddenly flamed up. “Master Miles! HIM an injury?”
There was such a flood of good faith in it that, though I had not yet seen the child, my very fears made me jump to the absurdity of the idea. I found myself, to meet my friend the better, offering it, on the spot, sarcastically. “To his poor little innocent mates!”
“It’s too dreadful,” cried Mrs. Grose, “to say such cruel things! Why, he’s scarce ten years old.”
“Yes, yes; it would be incredible.”
She was evidently grateful for such a profession. “See him, miss, first. THEN believe it!”
A charming, mischievous, and inexplicably sinister blend of balsam of Peru, honey, skin musk, and black pepper.” -BPAL
Oil Color: Colorless.
Bottle Design and Artwork: This is a standard vial / imp size (1/32 oz). This is a decant from Absinthetics. On the back, she has the notes of the scent, the title of the scent in orange, the company acronym in bold, and her decanting information. The front has a picture of a dapper man facing a woman dressed in blue, presumably from a screen adaptation of The Turn of the Screw.
- ITI: With a cold, these notes are harder to detect. I certainly get skin musk, tingly pepper, and just the faintest impression of balsam. For a scent that is charming and mischievous, I would expect something a little less subtle.
- Wet: Ah, pepper, musk, and balsam trumpet their presence on my skin, yet honey, such my skin usually amps, fails to make any impression.
- Dry: I get musk, pepper, and something rather soapy.
Other Impressions: My mother didn’t find the scent mischievous at all. Tony thought it smelled like flowers and chocolate, specifically like dark-smelling flowers when wet.