KilianKilian perfume review of the line BY KILLIAN

Kilian line, perfume review

The world of Kilian: Character creation

Setting: Imagine a dark, moody, urban goth-punk parallel reality. How would it smell like, what kind of characters would inhabit it? Who would wear your skin?

Vampire: The Masquerade is a role-playing game created by Mark Rein-Hagen and released by White Wolf, as part of the World of Darkness – a fictionalized version of the modern world, where players assume the roles of vampires, who are referred to as “Kindred”, and deal with their night-to-night struggles against their own bestial natures, vampire hunters and each other. “A clan” is a term used by vampires to describe the major groups of Cainites who share common characteristics passed on by the blood.

Solution: Fuck reality. Who do you want to be today?:

Stereotypical Brujah – very angry vampire punks

Overview: In ancient times, the Brujah were a clan of noble philosophers and warrior-poets. Since the loss of their city of Carthage, which was their crowning achievement, they have become a clan of malcontents, rebels, rogues, and anti-authoritarians. Brujah possess great passion, but this same passion makes it more difficult for them to resist the Beast within.

Powers: Potence, Celerity and Presence

Scent: Kilian Intoxicated

Notes: cardamom, nutmeg, cinnamon, coffee

Description: What happens when you spill your steaming, hot, bitter cup of Turkish coffee laced with traditional scents of cinnamon and nutmeg all over your weapons. You breathe it in, adrenalize up and prepare for brawl.

Wordcloud: Sharp like the dawn, adrenaline, brute force, loud, arrogant, punk, A-man Mugler with a twist, rebel

Sound: In this moment – Adrenalize

Stereotypical Gangrel – “I should have been a pair of ragged claws /Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.”

Overview: A clan of animalistic shape-shifters who shun the cities for the wilderness beyond. Independent and more interested in their own survival, the Gangrel prefer to run with wild animals rather than play politics with others of their kind. Gangrels are masters of the Discipline Protean which allows them to change their bodies into bestial shapes. When Gangrel frenzy, they resemble the Beast, taking on animal features and disfigurements.

Powers: Celerity, Obfuscate, Protean

Scent: A taste of heaven

Notes: African orange flower, geranium, bergamot, rose, wormwood, lavender, patchouli, oakmoss, amber, vanilla and tonka bean

Description: What happens to a warm and cozy vanilla pod after being bitten and turning feral. There’s a green sharpness that infuses this potion, encompassing the usual calming notes of lavender and transforming them into the wings of this green fairy. Later on, a faint note of British earl grey bergamot tea provides an unexpected tongue-in-cheek twist, before it all settles, growling, into an ambers and woods lair.

Wordcloud: Berserker, lover, fighter, sanguine, lycanthropy, green, fougere, night, forest air, animalic, lavender, sharp, feral

Sound: Type O Negative Blood Moon

Stereotypical Malkavian – Love the smell of napalm in the morning. And cupcakes.

Overview: Malkavian are a clan of lunatics whose madness grants them strange insights. The Blood of Malkav brings both madness and enlightenment, though not always in equal measure. Little is understood about this Clan, except that each member is insane in their own unique way, and they exist in a state barely within the influence of the Camarilla. It is rumored that they are members of the Sabbat, deal with demons and are the creators of all the chaos in the world. If they are rarely respected, they are often feared.

Powers: Auspex, Dominate, Obfuscate, Dementation

Scent: Love, dont be shy

Notes: neroli, bergamot, pink pepper, coriander, iris, jasmine, rose, honeysuckle, orange blossom, musk, vanilla, civet, caramel, sugar, labdanum

Description: What happens when a rose mates with tuberose, watched closely by a voyeur orange blossom and a sadistic jasmine. The rose gives painful birth to fluffy sweet cupcake vanilla kids, then takes revenge (kill-bill syle) on all the other flowers, setting them on fire using caramel and sticky labdanum for fuel. A pervert civet laughs and pees on the rose, putting out the fire. Is it apoplexy-cally sweet, to the point where teeth form cavities and rot within a one km radius? Is it madness? Yeah. Do we love it? Hell, yeah!

Wordcloud: sweet, nuke this, vanilla, madness, sweet tooth, exhilarating, give me fuel, give me fire, give me sweets that i desire

Sound: Infected Mushroom – Heavyweight

Stereotypical Nosferatu: Long live the pirates of the sewers. Ahem… and the underworld!

Overview: The clan Nosferatu are doomed to wear their bestial nature on the outside. The Embrace turns its victims into hideous and deformed monsters who are marginalized by their appearance and forced to dwell in the shadows of the sewers. However, their lives on the fringes and their stealthy abilities allow them to learn secrets others would rather keep hidden; as a result, they often traffic in information.

Powers: Animalism, Obfuscate, Potence

Scent: Black Phantom, Memento Mori

Notes: rum, sugar cane, dark chocolate, coffee, caramel, almond, heliotrope and sandalwood.

Description: What happens when you navigate the black waters of the Styx, drunk on rum, at the helm of your rotting body. Conjure up a olfactive mask made of the sweetest, gooiest types of luxurious chocolate, mix it with the sugar cane, leave a trail of caramel bread crumbs, you spider, you. They will come, and they will come in flocks. Shut the door of the cellar once they’re in, take off your mask and feast. That easy.

Wordcloud: desire, bestial, sweet, rotting, caramel, safety, trap, come hither, just_a_ little_closer, spit, memento mori, open op, let me in

Sound: Morgul – The murdering mind

Stereotypical Toreador: we are artists, we are sensitive and important

Overview: Toreadors are debauched hedonists fascinated by the mortal world and its artistic creations. Enthralled by the ever-changing mortal world, they are one of the few clans who seek to keep up with it. Toreador often Embrace for beauty or to preserve artistic talent. Beauty can utterly captivate them, immobilizing them for a period of time.

Powers: Presence, Celerity and Auspex.

Scent: Liaisons Dangereuses

Notes: peach, black currant, coconut, plum, cinnamon, geranium, rose, vetiver, musk, sandalwood, oakmoss, woodsy notes and vanilla.

Description: What happens when a narcissistic peach falls madly in love with itself. Wakes up every morning and reads aloud, smiling, the passionate poems written the night before, in the mirror. Takes long baths in rose-scented water, lights cinnamon scented candles and eats small weighted portions of vanilla pudding, chewing them carefully. Feels guilty for a couple of hours then works out a fuzzy sweat to make up for the sweetness. In the afternoon paints cruelly hyper-realistic portraits of her lovers – the wimpy plum and the stoic, boring, hard-shelled coconut. Before nightfall, at the blue hour, the peach takes long rolls on the hills nearby and returns home, all sticky with wood resins from the forest floor. She knows one day she will love/squish herself to death. Does not mind.

Wordcloud: narcotic, juicy, lazy, hazy, self-indulgent, fuzzy, lovely, ennui, ritual

Sound: Tiamat – I am in love with myself

Stereotypical Tremere – What kind of wizardry is this?

Overview: The only Clan to rival the disgust in which the Nosferatu and the suspicion in which the Malkvians are held, the magi of Kindred society are secretive indeed. Each city with a Tremere presence holds a Chantry, where their arcane artifacts and books of Thaumaturgical lore are held, and most Kindred would give much for such items. This is the youngest of the Clans, barely a millennia old, but their ruthlessness and power is such that the others have no choice but to admit the Warlocks to their ranks.

Powers: Auspex, Dominate and, unique to their Clan, Thaumaturgy

Scent: Musc Oud

Notes: lemon, cardamom and coriander; middle notes are cypress, bulgarian rose, geranium and artemisia; base notes are rum, incense, agarwood (oud), musk and patchouli. Rose oud

Description: What happens when you enter a library that has been locked out for centuries. Wooden panels, paintings that can be rotated to reveal secret stone corridors, the smell of thousands of books, sweet dust, ghosts of steps, arcane signs, rum forgotten in untouched glasses. Everything is so deeply anciently familiar that it seems new, the smoky smell of the curtains of this worlds being torn, only to reveal the same image, mirrored in itself, into eternity. Hold the small wooden box in your small hands, open it, take in the breath of the serpent of time. Come full circle. Enter the door.

Wordcloud: arcane, mysterious, rose-oud, oriental, heritage, rose, mirrors, eternal time, secrets, alchemical, thaumaturgy, Bakhoor, smoke, incense, tobacco, rum

Sound: Massive attach Heat Miser

Stereotypical Ventrue – “Give me absolute control /over every living soul /And lie beside me baby, that’s an order!”

Overview: Ventrue: The Ventrue are the aristocrats and kings of vampires, having historically played a leadership role among the clans. Ventrue seeks power and wealth to support its legacy of rulership over Kindred and Kine. Ventrue, as a clan, may only feed on a specific kind of vessel (e.g. virgins, blondes, youngest siblings)

Powers: The disciplines of Fortitude, Presence and Dominate are the bloodright of the Ventrue.

Scent: Back to Black

Notes: honey, fruit, wood, amber, tobacco, bergamot, saffron, cardamom, raspberry

Description: What happens when you are a republican vampire in need of viagra. You smell of old money, class, ironed-out immpecable shirts, hints of tobacco, saffron-infused honey and centuries of relentless perfection. Everything in life is about sex, except sex – that one is about power. And you have that. All of it. Too bad you are not interested in sex anymore. Or life in general.

Wordcloud: aristocratic, tough, control, aphrodisiac, show-like-honey, tough-like-armour, individualistic, leader, tradition

Sound: Leonard Cohen – The future