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Red ginger, cardamom pod, sweet aged patchouli, benzoin, mushroom, and honey musk.

Where we're going, or what we're leaving behind: raw cacao, bourbon vetiver, red benzoin, opoponax, tobacco absolute, queen of the night, tuberose, and inky musk.

Due to a sanguinous slip up, a batch of our Endless Corridors ended up a little… bloody. A flicker of beeswax and candle smoke casting distorted shadows on a blackened panel of vetiver that has been splattered with red musk.

Furious, frantic, fainting fandom: sugar blossom, lemon peel, candied strawberry juice, and marshmallow root squirted through a sheer white musk.

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Candied strawberries and pink pepper. Fresh sugary strawberry candy. I really get no pink pepper from this. It reminds me to Strawberry Moon 2009. Sadly, strawberry does not last longer than about an hour on me. Medium throw, low wear length.

Easily my favorite of the bunch.

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Sultry amber musk, crushed violets, red currant, wild peony, plum blossom, and carnation.

The scent is the same! A roll in the hay with a sexy demon daddy: a diabolical incense with a splash of bay rum and a hiss of infernal fougere.

A sudden sophistication: a sheer white chypre with cashmere amber, orris butter, and patchouli.

"In doubtful things, liberty." A perfume that celebrates civil rights, true justice, and freedom from authoritarianism: golden amber, smoked vanilla, benzoin, and blue cypress.

Beeswax, hinoki wood, Japanese black pine, juniper, tolu balsam, and muguet.

Vanilla husk, vanilla sandalwood, copal, and patchouli.

An inner darkness: ink-black vegetal musk, opoponax, velvet myrrh, nagarmotha, black champa, labdanum, and plum honey.

Goat’s milk, lavender buds, white tea, and marshmallow musk.

RPG night junk food: popcorn, red vines, and cream soda.

A perfume for mistresses and masters of a very specific trade: sultry red musk, heady jasmine, tobacco leaf, red sandalwood, hay sugar, golden honey, sweet carnations, and warm leather.

Gunpowder and salt-crusted leather, casks of scorched spices, sweet rum, and a clink of golden amber.

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An opium-addled Victorian Easter: sugar-spun vanilla lace, black tea with cream, black tobacco and opium tar, a smear of chocolate, lavender-iced cookie crumbs, wilted tea roses, a burst of pink peony, green cognac, and a lacquered white musk.  Roses, cookie crumbs, burst of light florals and vanilla lace. This one is a much more foodie Lace than Queen Mab's lace, very Victorian in feel. Low throw and medium wear length on me though.

Hissing vials of acid, swirls of thick incense, creeping mosses, flecks of grave loam, and noxious potions clutter the blackened stone biers of an abandoned burial vault. Lich's Laboratory is fairly masculine and resinous. It smells like opium, a touch of licorish and resins. It's oddly appealing.

A radiant blend of three frankincense oils, white bergamot, crystallized cistus, lavender, angelica root, and fiery neroli.

Boot leather, flaming pumpkins, hay bales, and smoke.

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