From the first spray on paper, I was obsessed. And it smells just as good on my skin. The lightly sweet and powdery marshmallow is so beautifully blended with the mossy and petrichor notes. It’s a delicate fragrance but it lasts a long time and creates a cozy scent bubble.
From a few inches away, the first impression is creamy, buttery, and floral, with petals that feel like velvet. The flower is rich, but not heavy or heady. Neither petite nor oversized, it is instantly recognizable. Its presence seems to multiply, like a single flower in a vase somehow smelling like a dozen.
Move almost nose to skin and a distinctly different form appears, but it grows from the first: a green stalk, like that of a carnation with its leaves still attached. Smooth in places and interrupted by knobs in others, variations of green, yellow, and white twirl down the stem. Lift away from the skin and there is the flower. Move close again and there is the stalk.
Vastly lighter than the first, another floral appears. I sniff and sniff, trying to find a surface or texture. If the first floral is fur, the second slips through space like water. It is there, but impossible to hold onto long enough to decipher before it is gone.
As it continues to dry, the vase that was within reach now seems to sit farther away, but the flowers and stalks remain. The projection becomes cool and translucent, a mirage of their earlier form.
Vanilla marshmallow. This scent has texture, like a jumbo homemade marshmallow being squeezed between your thumb and index finger. Powdered and firm, with a medium amount of softness and a slow springback.
A gentle nuttiness and mild earthiness emerge, along with something lightly browned, as if cooked just a little longer without reaching the point of being scorched. It takes away some of that initial fluffiness.
The spirit of purple iris drifts in, bringing with it a whiff of laundry soap. The clean floral catches the lingering marshmallow sweetness, and by the end, it is woven together with the fragrant rice, forming a thin veil over the skin.
Hinged review: YESSSSS. Realistic marshmallow that isn’t gag me sweet! To me it’s got an added layer of vanilla, and the tiniest tiniest bit of musk to add complexity and balance the sweetness. It’s still
sweet but I’d actually say it’s less sweet than Baby Bat Puff! Not a lot of projection which is perfect for what i want. Gonna try layering it with stuff that just makes me wonder if it would be fun to add marshmallow, and maybe even try it with babygirl to see if i like a mallow heavy version sometimes!
Unhinged review: There’s something seriously wrong or seriously right going on here cause i sprayed my bed with a rational amount of Baby Bat Puff, Mothmallow Puff, then absolutely unloaded a lot of Marshmallow Puff on top no regrets
Marshmallow Puff either broke or unlocked something in me and i don’t really know or care which it is.
First off, I love the whole Petrichor X line. It’s such a great example of what can be done within the atmospheric genre.
If you have ever driven down I-10 through the Texas Hill Country, there is this special time of year between March and April when you will see thick patches of bluebonnets and Indian paintbrushes. TxDOT will be out there with their giant mowers, cutting the medians. Wet clumps of grass will begin to cling to the sides of the mowers, while plumes of that crushed-leaf, green-vegetable smell fill the air.
But right alongside that freshly cut grass are patches of wild bluebonnets, untouched by the mower, giving off their own signature scent. Spotting a particularly beautiful patch while driving, one would traditionally pull over and sit amongst them to take a picture. Completely encapsulated in the softest of spaces, you would instinctively take a deep inhale of what feels like pure oxygen, surrounded by the subtle floral scent of the bluebonnets and the almost honey-like sweetness of clover. All the while, the smell of freshly cut greenery hangs right above you.
Wearing this scent, all of those smells come together to form that picture in my head. It smells less like a collection of notes and more like a place I remember.
I can clearly smell the jammy apricots but there is soo much more to it! The apricots are ever so slightly spiced and warmed up with the brandy, though nothing remotely boozy feeling. The oat milk makes the whole thing creamy, a touch sweet and makes the scent to have a significant lactonic profile. It remains on skin forever and wafts around as I move. I took a leap with the blind bottle but it became my favorite in the order.
It is the most gorgeous fall apricot take I've ever tried! If you enjoyed the oat milk in Starkin and you want an autumnal version, I highly suggest!
Immediately, I get the warm amber and a fresh puff of marshmallow. The marshmallow note is appropriately sugared, supporting the earthy sage, oakmoss, dirt, and wood. It's the kind of earthiness that smells like damp moss and rain soaked bark, grounding the sweetness beautifully.
This is my first experience with Mythpunk Olfactive, and I'm impressed by how beautifully each note is layered. You can distinctly smell the sweeter notes as you walk, floating softly around you, but when you put your nose to your skin, the earthier ones come forward. As it dries down, the sweetness still lingers in the air, while on skin it settles into a soft, warm amber resin.
The first bottle I added to my now growing Mythpunk collection.
Le sigh. Of course, I love this one too.
Ashe excels at capturing an image with a scent, layering everything so beautifully and cohesively. Blue coconut slushies, check. Cotton candy, check. Childhood poolside memories, check, check, check.
This scent is soft and flowing, relatively unobtrusive, like those memories floating gently back to the surface. My only gripe is that it fades pretty quickly on me.
Beautifully wet and atmospheric, this opens with damp rose petals, rain soaked stone, dark greenery, and crushed leaves. The narcissus adds a subtle creamy, almost suede like softness that smooths out the sharper green notes.
This is an incredibly well executed atmospheric scent. It brings to mind walking through a traditional English garden during a warm afternoon shower, the crunch of pea gravel beneath your shoes, puddles gathering along the pathway, and droplets collecting on fresh green leaves. Despite the cemetery inspiration, it feels more alive than mournful. Lush, rain drenched, and quietly romantic. Sad I missed the chance to full size this one.
I really thought I was going to hate this, but I love it! Peanut butter, motor oil, leather, and marshmallow. It is brilliant.
A concept I would never have even thought of feels like being presented with an unexpected gift. As it blooms on your skin, you get that same little burst of joy as opening a mystery box. There is the tiniest hint of something adhesive, almost like a Band Aid, which may be the leather, but it barely registers. Huffing my arm just makes me more enamored with that motor oil and peanut butter combination. I full sized this one for its sheer whimsy and creativity. Wow, this concept was really knocked out of the park.
Starts off a bit sharp, almost like acetone, but thankfully that settles down pretty quickly. The patchouli is so gentle in this scent that I actually enjoy it quite a bit. The projection reminds me a little of men's aftershave, but the powdered sugar and marshmallow seem to curb that sharper quality and keep it from taking over. I get the slightest bit of jasmine toward the end, more like a soft jasmine powder than a full floral note.
Overall, this is a surprisingly light and restrained take.
*Sigh.* The notes had me apprehensive. Metallic blood with smoked, acrid marshmallows and sweet kettle corn? I am also still really picky with my patchouli preferences. But alas, this works.
It's a solved Rubik's cube of notes that look completely disjointed until your skin chemistry moves them into place. There is no denying a sharp, almost sour quality upon application, but it does not stay in that unsolved state for long. As it develops, sweetness from the cider starts to emerge and, of course, a floral note of some kind. I feel like Ashe's signature is either a prominent or evasive floral. Sometimes it is right there, and other times it is hiding underneath everything else, but I seem to keep finding it.
This is complicated yet unique, and I thrive in that space.There is something mysterious about it that keeps calling me back, almost siren like. Enough so that I bought a full size.
Sagebrush gives this scent the texture of sun dried hay and grass, while the pinon brings in the warmth of weathered wood. Dehydrated orange peel and blossoms weave a little sweetness through it all. Everything has that sun baked quality of vegetation preserved beneath relentless heat.
As it dries down, the landscape shifts from desert to beach. I am sitting in still warm sand at sunset, with cooler winds whirling in and raising a chill across my skin as the sun goes down, yet somehow leaving me feeling warm and comforted.
I love this! It's fruity, citrusy, and makes me feel the excitement and innocence of being a preteen again. I could have sworn there was patchouli in this, but nope, not in the scent list. There's something beneath all that bright fruit that's a little woody and earthy, and my nose keeps reading it as patchouli. The phantom patch, a shadow of darkness underneath, feels like those first attempts at youthful rebellion. Whatever is creating that effect gives the playful sweetness a deeper foundation and keeps it interesting. This one was an easy full size for me.
This is excellent. The blood orange and tuberose combo is giving me mad college-student, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed vibes — ready to burst into the adult world with all my positivity, big ideas, and a craving to make change. But that quarter sweater my grandma knitted me in high school, woven from aged patchouli and vetiver, is still draped over my shoulders like super womans cape that has unknowingly comforted me from then until now. As I move through the day, subtle whiffs of smoke, coffee grounds at the bottom of a quickly demolished cup, and the anchoring warmth of the vetiver make this an easy daily wear.
