Helios Concrete de Parfum

*This review is for the solid perfume* First off, let me say I do not usually like creme perfumes-they are usually hard to get on your finger and do not absorb well, or last at all. LJ perfume solids, on the other hand, melt very smoothly to your touch and spread evenly, absorb well and smell wonderful! I am a big fan of Citrus Aromatics, but when I read the notes thought this might be too 'girly' for me...Perish the Thought!! Helios begins with a wonderful warm citrus feel (orange, orange essence and bergamot) that is bright and sweet; and an airy floral aura made of tagetes and neroli-fresh, beautiful and so summery. The pink pepper adds some warmth, but not a sharp spicy scent to this. The heart takes four very soft, smooth florals: rose (sensual), jasmine(sweet), frangipani(warm/fruity) and african orange flowers and creates the most masculine bouquet I think I've ever smelled. This shines with the pure essences of these flowers and is in no way overpowering, but is subtly beautiful. The drydown has a nice earthy patchouli, warm rich amber, and an ephemeral blend of cool orris and just enough vanilla to entice, but not overpower. This is reminiscient of Helios in his daily voyage across the vault of the heavens-warm, fresh dawn when it rises; rich, sweet warm flowers blooming at noon; and the subtle warmth of evening, as he sinks below the horizon and cool night begins...Nice!! Sillage: good Longevity: good for a creme Overall: 4.25/5 The charioteer of the sun, brother of Selene(the moon) and Eos(the Dawn)-he was the knower of all truth as nothing could be hid from his lofty gaze, and without his fiery rays nothing could grow or even live. Later supplanted by Apollo, he was the first sun-god and had many children and a group of seven daughters (the Heliades) who wept so for their lost brother Phaeton, they were changed into poplar trees that wept tears of amber...great job catching the Sun, Adam!

Awoken from my short slumber i stumble through the moist hot air to fix myself a much needed cup of tea. Last night wasn't the evening for sleep and the end of the alphabet was hard to grasp at. Heat radiating from my tea, i fling open my kitchen door leading out into my quaint yard, covered in soft dew. I sit in the grass naked sipping gently from my tea underneath my heaving orange tree as the sun goes from purple to bright pink. My eyes begin to burn intensely as the sun narrows the horizon, and the dew begins to dance on my bottom, almost as if nature is celebrating religiously the birth of their savior. My skin tightens and begins to dance as it seems, pulling in adrenaline and sending my mind into a racing comfort of life itself. The solar giant peaks at his crest, puffs out his chest and the dancing stops. A calmness overthrows me and nature itself bows in testament to it's almighty power, as do i. The insects are now awake, i can hear them buzzing along with with morning birds chirping. A wayward orange that'd fallen a few moments ago has rolled close enough to my grasp. After that orange's quick death by my hand I become fully embraced by the sun, and drift into a humid sleep underneath my cool shady orange tree.