Pomegranate and rose. (sweet, juicy, slightly tart rose)

Deep cocoa laced with patchouli, leather armor, ritual incense, and a touch of Xochiquetzal’s flowers. review

When I put this on it's strong cocoa. It's lovely and warm, and slightly spicy. Shame that this stage lasts all of 3 minutes.
Just as the cocoa starts to fade, the patchouli pushes foward as the main & central component. There's still a slight spiciness to it, but it's mainly patchouli.
This wears on for a while, and sadly the cocoa does not come back. The patchouli softens a bit, and every now and then I can catch a slight hint of the leather note. I'm not getting much incense, but the flowers did make a brief apperance about 2 hours ago. They're gone now.
This is really nice, and if the chocolate aspect lasted more than a few minutes, I'd buy a 10mL of this. But alas, as good as it is, it doesn't necessarily warrant a bigger bottle, considering how many bottles I already have. ;D

The Proclaimer is the Muse of Historic and Heroic Poetry. Clio holds a scroll or set of tablets in her hands, and is surrounded by a veritable wall of books. She is credited with introducing the Phonecian alphabet to the Greeks. As a consequence of her teasing, barbed sense of humor, she was cursed by Aphrodite: she fell in love with a mortal, Pierus, the King of Macedonia. Clio bore two sons, one by Bacchus and one by Pierus: Hymenaeus, the God of Marriage Ceremonies and Wedding Feasts, and the doomed Hyacinth. She is the patron of historians, epic poets, biographers and all those who wish for fame, reknown, and celebrity status. Her scent is the warm, dry parchment of scrolls, lavender for critical thought and analysis, the solidity of heavy woods, ornery patchouli and glib benzoin, and superstar-splashed orange and amber. review

In the bottle, it smells of orange blossom rather than oranges. There's a medicinal greenish note, which smells almost of rosemary, but it's the lavender.
Putting it on, the orange starts to smell like real citrusy, juicy, orange. The lavender is more evidently lavender, but it still smells like the green part of the plant rather than the flowers.
As this dries, it smells like gilded oranges and parchment. I love the initial drydown; I can't keep my nose off of my wrists. It's dry from the amber, but there's a hint of wetness.
However, this doesn't have much throw, and it doesn't seem to be particuarly long-lasting, which is makes this rate less than it would have, had it produced a cloud of Clio-aroma around me. I'm a slatherer too, and it's very faint on me. I will definitely keep the bottle, and cross my fingers that the ingredients develop further with a bit of age.

The Giver of Pleasure, Euterpe is the Muse of Music and Lyric Poetry. She is Delight, and her name means “Rejoicing Well”. She is credited with inventing the aulos, and is most often depicted playing that double-flute. Her scent is the joy of performing, the euphoria in song, and the passion inspired by all music: carnation and white poppy, honeysuckle, lemon, iris and white musk. review

This is something I would generally shy away from, since past experiences with iris have always ended with someone in tears and someone else not speaking to me for months at a time.
Anyway. I got an imp of this in a swap, and as I sniffed the little dipper wand, a bit got on my nose. And it smelled nice and non-offensive and vaguely coconutty, so I bravely decided to try wearing this today.
Putting it on, there's the IRIS. It is very floral-perfumey-loud, yet somehow, it's softer and less grating than I have come to expect with iris blends.
Wearing/drydown: the iris softens, the white musk and other floral notes make for a delicate, slightly creamy, sweet, pretty combination. Color me surprised. I actually LIKE this! I usually canNOT wear anything with iris, but now I feel like I should try other things out again. Maybe it's just growing on me, like vetiver did.
Now I just have to conquer aquatic notes, and I WILL RULE THE WORLD!
In review, this is nice! Even if you're not a big fan of iris, you might be surprised with this one!

She of Many Hymns governs Sacred Poetry and the Gift of Eloquence, and brought the gift of Geometry to the world. The most introspective one of the Sisters, she is contemplative, withdrawn and brooding. The Solemn One is veiled, garbed in long, somber robes, and is shown either resting her arm upon a pillar, or with her finger to her mouth in a gesture of silence. Polyhymnia grants fame and glory to writers, brings inspiration and immortality through one’s written work. Orris root, white sage, rowan bark and red sandalwood, with myrrh, rosemary, lemon balm and honeysuckle.

The Whirler! She is the Muse of Dance and the Dramatic Chorus. She holds both a lyre and a plectrum. Terpsichore is the mother of the Sirens by Achelous, the River God. Bright, joyful and expressive, her scent is kinetically charged, graceful, and an inspiration to all dancers: vanilla and carnation with neroli, iris, stephanotis, sweet pea, apple blossom and palmarosa.

The Heavenly One is the Muse of Astrology and Astronomy, and guides all those who look to the stars for knowledge. She wears a flowing cloak embroidered with her beloved stars, holds a staff and a globe, and her eyes are skyward. Her scent is that of endless, star-clad space: glittering, cool, vast. Moonflower, Moroccan jasmine, benzoin, white musk, iris, moss and a flash of ozone.