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Rice paper, white tea, and rice milk with blackberry juice and bergamot.

Brian: “She’s my Mini Me.” Lilith: “This was me and Unkie posing for a picture with a play thing going on in the background at the ice rink in Alexanderplatz. I didn’t understand it because it was all happening in German, but it was fun!! I love my Unkie so much. He’s like my older twin. We have the same birthday and we are both year of the Rat. Mom is a stinky ol’ Tiger. Anyway, I just love him so much.” Virgo’s sacred lavender and mosses with thyme, chamomile, lemon balm, and fig.  Lavender with chamomile and thyme. This one is another herby type of lavender. Very soothing as well. Medium throw and good wear length.

Zombie-green lime hard candies with a glob of marshmallow white matter and a splat of cherry viscera.

Cherry blossoms, cream, honeysuckle, plum blossoms, and gardenia.

Tuberose and sweet amber.

Foamy orris and ambergris accord pierced by a sliver of white fir needle, moonflower, and cypress.

Winesap apples and golden sugar.

The incense-tinged scent of forbidden tomes and the musk-laden remnants of infernal servants slithering through an overgrown, neglected pumpkin patch.

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The fat young man at the other end of the stretch limo took a can of diet Coke from the cocktail bar and popped it open. He wore a long black coat, made of some silky material, and he appeared barely out of his teens: a spattering of acne glistened on one cheek. He smiled when he saw that Shadow was awake. Hello, Shadow, he said. Dont fuck with me. Its all about the dominant fucking paradigm, Shadow. Nothing else is important: vape smoke and burning electrical parts. This one smells like angry grey smoke, electricity, and something that smells like corrupt champagne. There's a fizzy almost champagne edge to the fog (perhaps the vape smoke). On wet, this smelt like burning latex and smoke and I almost washed it off. It dries down to a gentler, less angry, and I think I'm smelling some tuberose. Technical Boy was described as the male version of the Girl. There is something haunting about this, but its also a much angrier persona. Aggressive and in your face. But also, oddly insubstantial.

Amber and orris butter with violet leaf, carnation, red currant, wisteria, and lavender bud.

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Musky-sweet and glowing with autumn’s first sunsets.

This little fella is a whole mood. Cacao, cacao wood, tobacco absolute, and bourbon cream.

A cascade of fading leaves against a backdrop of grey ambergris, grassy vetiver, carrot seed, fossilized amber, green cardamom, cinnamon husk, saffron, tobacco flower, and bay laurel.

Perfumed black silk encasing a mangled, blood-spattered talon of white sandalwood, ivory accord, and inky fur.

Sweet apricot, sugared amber, frankincense, golden cardamom, rice milk, and golden peach.

Red musk, cherry wood, apricot, and fig.

Blackberry thorn tea.

The sorcerous equivalent of the comforting, soothing endorphin rush that comes from eating a stress pizza in your favorite robe while watching old movies.