BPAL (perfume oil) Review: Grog

In the imp: Oooooo! Yummy! Hot, buttered rum! Mmmmm--spicy, boozy goodness.

On my wrist: Eh? What happened to the buttery rummy spicy boozy goodness? And who added the kerosene?

Drydown: It smells like someone tried to incinerate the keg of defective Grog and decided that a large quantity of diesel fuel would help things along nicely.

Ten minutes later: Okay... Whatever animal-hide wineskin-thing this Grog came from must have been fashioned from the festering ass of a dead goat, because this is just *nasty.*

An hour later: Oh, my god, get it OFF!

Verdict: Grog sucks pirate-ass. Or maybe festering goat-ass. But really, it's of little consequence as Grog will *never* touch my skin again.

Even though I've worn this scent before, I've never sat down and critiqued/analyzed it. So I will.

In the imp: Umm... Why do I smell Cherry Coke? Powdery-sweet Cherry Coke, with just the tiniest *hint* of PineSol.

First time on skin: There's still that cherry cola thing going on, but more cola-syrup now than cherry. Also a tad more earthy.

30 minutes later: It smells almost entirely unlike anything I associate with Voodoo.

One hour later: I smell like a recently PineSol'd fast food restaurant that just experienced some high-volume cherry-cola-syrup spillage.