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The lavender prevents this from smelling foodie on me, but the ube and the coconut give it this beautiful creaminess and sweetness. The lavender was most prominent at first on my skin, but that softened to let the other notes through once dried.
- Today
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Fresh on it's bread and oat milk, and so comforting. Dry on me it's honey and chamomile, bright and optimistic and fortifying. I'm so glad I got this bottle.
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This is actually my favorite of the Screams, although I’m a fan of all three. The lab’s coffee note is stealthy and linear—it doesn’t linger for long, but while it’s there, it’s sophisticated, addictive, and just the right kind of bitter. Their cinnamon note, on the other hand, usually sends me into hives, so I’m especially grateful my skin loves this one. On me, it reads like coffee, sugar, and funnel cake—pure carnival indulgence. I’m in love.
- Yesterday
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An oil of purification, renewal, and the banishment of stagnation. Use this oil to cleanse your home and the spirit within it simultaneously. Scrub away the accumulated weight of winter: old griefs, old dust, old patterns that no longer serve. Invite the new light in. Contains: white pine, hyssop, lemon verbena, juniper berry, sweet grass, camphor, angelica root, rosemary, white sage, and yellow bergamot.
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Ulmus rubra’s mucilaginous inner bark produces a thick, protective gel that coats and soothes the throat in herbal medicine, and in rootwork this same quality becomes an act of slippery sorcery: thanks to the Doctrine of Signatures, the same mechanism that heals the body becomes armor against the violence of speech as wicked words slide away, accusations refuse to stick, and malicious talk loses its purchase and slides away, harmless. Governed by Saturn and resonant with the Air element, the domain of communication and the spoken word, slippery elm carries correspondences that reinforce its purpose. Saturn’s cold discipline enforces silence and binds the tongue of the enemy while Air governs every form of speech, rumor, and persuasion. Slippery elm sits at the crossroads of both. In hoodoo and rootwork, this translates into a robust tradition of anti-gossip and protection work and is a guardian of reputation. Slippery elm is carried in mojo bags, powdered into sachets, burned over charcoal, and sewn into charms. Pinches of the bark placed in the four corners of a room are said to protect the home from evil; a knotted yellow thread tied around the bark and cast into fire is a traditional working to cease all gossip directed at you. Keep the root close to your body wherever two-faced company gathers. In court case work, slippery elm shields against false accusations and slander, helping a difficult case move smoothly toward resolution. Slippery elm does not merely silence: it may be worn as a charm to cultivate eloquence, and it loosens the tongue when silence has become a trap or a curse, granting fluency and persuasion to those who carry it while denying the same to their enemies. A nutty, earthy-scented root with a whisper of benzoin, bourbon vanilla, and slippery, sweet sugar cane.
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A doobie-tinged rendition of BPAL’s classic Smokestack scent. Greenish flue gasses belch from colossal steel and concrete monoliths, forming bloated clouds in the dusk-dark sky. Creosote, coal, sticky resin, industrial waste, and a bellow of mary jane.
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Folks, I’m telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between. ― Langston Hughes, Advice
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A garden enclosed is my sister. – Song of Solomon, 4:12
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If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. – Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
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Nets of jewels, exquisite fragrant banners, Brilliant lamps hung like clouds; Covered with various decorations, The world-transcending true knower sits within. – The Flower Garden Sutra
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Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. – Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
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Shimmer sativa green jelly! All of our nail polish is hand crafted by Haute Macabre!
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Strawberry Moon: Blackberries and Coconut Cream Lotion
Roogna replied to doomsday_disco's topic in Lotion
I've tried a few lotions now and am very happy with the texture, as well as the throw and the staying power of the scents. this one is definitely berries and cream, though I don't get any coconut soft with staying power, I notice it when my hands move near my face -
A fluttering tempest of black oud, indigo poppy, pale lavender, blue lilac, white tea, ambergris accord, and sweet pea. Frances Macdonald
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Crushed dandelion stem, a riot of pansies, warm bare skin, sheer vanilla silk, cherry and apricot blossoms, wild strawberries, wild roses, sun-warmed grass, and a gust of white clover honey. Frederick Sandys
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Ylang Ylang and White Sugar.
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Passionflower and Wild Plum.
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Ti Leaf and Elizabeth Root.
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Honey Dust and Black Balsam.
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Flower Moon: Fossilized Amber and Wildflower Nectar
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
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Calla Lily and Purple Musk.
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Flower Moon is a vision of nocturnal tenderness: pale ylang-ylang and moonflower absolute unfurl against sun-baked earth that is cooling under springtime moonlight. Flickers of white agave nectar and fragile, luminous stargazer lily exhale over a whisper of dark amber and wild honey, like sweet pollen dusted onto velvet wings.
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Batty black cherry jelly with micro holographic glitter! All of our nail polish is hand crafted by Haute Macabre!
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This is so freakin' deliciously lovely that I have to fight my urge to drink it. Sweet, fruity and still candy-like or ice cream like mandarin with soft fluffy vanilla. Exactly what you would expect to get based on name and description, but even better. Perfect summer scent and I've slathered this a lot lately.
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Under a sky dark as the depths of the ocean, a sea witch rises, her hair tangled in tendrils of incense lit on the pier by those who summoned her. Something about this translates to a fathomless ocean on me. It is magical, bewitching, with the mineralic quality that may be meant to create an olfactory image of ocean water of an expanse of dark sky, or both, and it seems there is even a breath of salt air mingling with the incense as the sky glitters with bergamot stars. It has me under its spell.
