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“When you separate an entwined particle and you move both parts away from the other, even at opposite ends of the universe, if you alter or affect one, the other will be identically altered or affected. Spooky.” Instantaneous correlated action between entangled partners: rose-infused sandalwood with violet leaf, frankincense, geranium rose, and a spark of elemi. Spooky Action was almost all roses and sandalwood on me. Massive amounts of sandalwood. With a hint of violet and rose. But yes, ALL SANDALWOOD ALL THE TIME.

Boozefest in the orchard

Snuggly musk, milky puppy breath, upturned earth, and a gently-gnawed bone.

Turn your face southward toward the summer isle: rolling green grasses, Taitian vanilla, white coconut, fig, orange blossom, baobab leaf, and golden amber.

Milk bread, amaretto, star anise, almond cream, and cardamom.

Rice milk, rice flower, fossilized amber, champaca, and frangipani.

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I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city, Whereupon, lo! upsprang the aboriginal name! Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient; I see that the word of my city is that word up there, Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays, superb, with tall and wonderful spires, Rich, hemmd thick all around with sailships and steamshipsan island sixteen miles long, solid-founded, Numberless crowded streetshigh growths of iron, slender, strong, light, splendidly uprising toward clear skies; Tide swift and ample, well-loved by me, toward sundown, The flowing sea-currents, the little islands, larger adjoining islands, the heights, the villas, The countless masts, the white shore-steamers, the lighters, the ferry-boats, the black sea-steamers well-modeld; The down-town streets, the jobbers houses of businessthe houses of business of the ship-merchants, and money-brokersthe river-streets; Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a week; The carts hauling goodsthe manly race of drivers of horsesthe brown-faced sailors; The summer air, the bright sun shining, and the sailing clouds aloft; The winter snows, the sleigh-bellsthe broken ice in the river, passing along, up or down, with the flood tide or ebb-tide; The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-formd, beautiful-faced, looking you straight in the eyes; Trottoirs throngdvehiclesBroadwaythe womenthe shops and shows, The parades, processions, bugles playing, flags flying, drums beating; A million peoplemanners free and superbopen voiceshospitalitythe most courageous and friendly young men; The free city! no slaves! no owners of slaves! The beautiful city, the city of hurried and sparkling waters! the city of spires and masts! The city nested in bays! my city! The city of such women, I am mad to be with them! I will return after death to be with them! The city of such young men, I swear I cannot live happy, without I often go talk, walk, eat, drink, sleep, with them! - Walt Whitman I will return after death to be with them: the gleaming sharp scent of these high growths of iron, the amber of the bright sun shining, and broken ice on the river. Mannahatta has a very fougere sort of start for me, and I get both the amber, the metallic iron, a whiff of snow. In a lot of ways it's a gender neutral/masculine version of Broadway. This is a sophisticated city gentleman, well-heeled and self confident. Good throw and wear length.

Toasted vanilla cream, smoky white fig, rice flower, and a drop of clove and patchouli.

Elevator going up! Sucking on these fruity, low-dose tongue-tinglers will turn your mouth fun colors. But count ‘em out carefully — losing track of how many you’ve popped may result in overly-personal small talk on public transportation, dancing to the music playing in the grocery store, or panicking at the sound of helicopters flying overhead.

Whoa there, pardner: this bag was supposed to last you several weeks!

Travel brings educational experiences that you just can’t predict. We visited the German Spy Museum in Berlin on a whim, and Lilith learned all about the history of espionage, data encryption, cryptography, and cypher machines, poisons and truth serums, and the strange and clever artifacts of Cold War spycraft. For me, the most interesting part was the Stasi’s collection of scent samples of German dissidents. For Lilith, the best part of the museum was dodging beams in the laserparcours, full Mission Impossible-style. Here, Lilith is inspecting the poisons exhibit after watching a reel about the Bulgarian umbrella. Leather shoe phones, the gleaming metal of a M-125-3 Fialka cipher machine, a femme fatale’s heady, dark perfume, and a breath of castor bean accord.  Jasmine, perfume, and a whiff of metal and leather. This one smells like a femme fatale. You get the jasmine, the old timey perfume, and whiffs of metal and leather. Good throw, great wear length.

A dense and melty confection, baked with skill and love by someone with the power to accidentally annihilate your weekend plans.

A bracing, invigorating blend of lemon, lime, pink grapefruit, Italian bergamot, and peppermint will replenish your senses, refresh your mind, alleviate stress, and banish exhaustion! I got this as a tester from my CON fairy, as apparently there is a perfume oil for the Exhibit Fall Fatigue BO product, which essentially SMELLS the same. Having never tried the bath oil, I have to say that I got the BIGGEST blast of mint on wet. It was... overwhelming. I actually think there was some menthol in it as well. It smelled on wet like Vick's Vapo Rub (the lemon scented type). I would know, since I've been recovering from a cold and Vick's Vapo Rub came to the rescue. At this point, It sort of reminds me to OOF, but even mintier. As it dries, some of the more citrus elements become apparent and I definitely get the lemon, grapefruit and bergamot notes. It's more a medicinal Panacea blend than actual perfume. Very fresh, very bracing, very citrus.

The overwhelming incalculability of space, the glow and fade of countless days, the starry expanse of night. A scent that reaches into eternity and towards forever: glittering bergamot, lemon peel, and golden amber, star-flecked labdanum, neroli, and clary sage.

A flash of amber fur skittering through shadows of opoponax, red labdanum, and myrrh.

Wild orchid, indigo poppies, incense smoke, wisteria, and apple pulp.

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A glistening haystack of shredded coconut, molded by hand into a tasty, wee cannonball that will knock you off right off your damn perch.

Polished white sandalwood, dried rose petals, and rice powder

Rose water and sorrowful carrot seed, cognac, and faded lilies

Ancient tomes, well-loved yellow paperbacks, leather-bound grimories, crumbling parchment scrolls, mimeograph ink, and tattered zines

7-year aged patchouli glimmering with tuberose, jasmine samba, lily of the valley, opalescent white moss, and white musk. A ton of patchouli, touches of jasmine and lily of the valley, with an edge of musk. Oooh. The patchouli here reminds me to Silkybat, and sort of also reminds me to the patchouli in Banshee Beat. If you love yourself some patchouli, give this one a whirl. Good throw and wear length.

No additional description provided. Scent description for Jersey Devil is here.] This one is mainly Jersey Devil with a touch of snow. I get mainly notes of frosted cranberries and blackberries. And a background of cedar. Good throw and wear length.