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A gift from the goblins – thirteen autumnal notes deepened by bitter cacao: red sandalwood, Himalayan cedar, pine needle, green cardamom, saffron, nutmeg, pumpkin rind, black fig, myrrh, tobacco absolute, guiac, cognac, and oakmoss.

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.

A plastic cauldron filled with green tea-infused white chocolate, illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.

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

Now with more snoot. All the sugared incense you can shake a wing at with double the leather and a dollop of thick, inky black musk.

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

Red musk, cherry wood, apricot, and fig.

Butterscotch brittle, burnt coffee beans, and sour apple gummies.

A shell of milky plastic surrounding a puff of mint chocolate chip-scented air, illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.

Sleepy lavender bud, the memory of warm milk, a splinter of bone dust, and a clawful of upturned grave loam.

Red currant and rosewater gooseberry cake with a sugar-dusted gingerbread crumble topping.

A perfume simply inspired by a vintage Christmas postcard. Rose cream, jasmine cream, mallow, vanilla foam, and sweet amber.

An ode to the BPAL bat: lavender-dusted auburn fur, a drop of hops, Roman chamomile, hay absolute, ambrette seed, and sun-warmed leather.

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.

A promise in the shadows: black molasses, cinnamon bark, and glowing amber.

Strangely sinister frumenty: oatmeal, heavy cream, butter, salt, and a whiff of brimstone.

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A crinkly, crunchy, cartoony jack-o-lantern scent, stuffed full of leaves and eager to please: orange blossom, blood orange, and orange hard candy with pumpkin pulp and smushed leaves

Vanilla mint, spun sugar, and pistachio.

Cotton candy, cardamom, and confetti cake.

Crunchy leaves, well-worn black leather, cardamom pod, moonlit yellow bergamot, woodmoss, molasses, and buttermilk.

Thick furs, strips of leather, and a blood-stained axe with crushed poplar bud and juniper.

“Cigarette, sir?” “No, thank you.” “You don’t mind if I do?” “Go right ahead.” The driver used a Bic disposable lighter, and it was in the yellow light of the flame that Shadow saw the man’s face, actually saw it for the first time, and recognized him, and began to understand. Shadow knew that thin face. He knew that there would be close-cropped orange hair beneath the black driver’s cap, cut close to the scalp. He knew that when the man’s lips smiled they would crease into a network of rough scars. “You’re looking good, big guy,” said the driver. “Low Key?” Shadow stared at his old cellmate warily. Prison friendships are good things: they get you through bad places and through dark times. But a prison friendship ends at the prison gates, and a prison friend who reappears in your life is at best a mixed blessing. “Jesus. Low Key Lyesmith,” said Shadow, and then he heard what he was saying and he understood. “Loki,” he said. “Loki Lie-Smith.” “You’re slow,” said Loki, “but you get there in the end.” And his lips twisted into a scarred smile and embers danced in the shadows of his eyes. Black clove and cassia flung onto glowing cinders and mingled with slow-dripping poisons. Clove and cassia lovers, take note. This one is mainly a heavy clove, with a touch of cassia. On wet, I got a curl of smoke, but it has dried to a slightly masculine clove/cassia blend and a fair dab of an herbal poison in the background. In some ways, the heavy clove reminds me Goth Queen and the Bay Rum SN that the Lab had as a lunacy event exclusive. Except this one is a little trickier, a little shadowier, and a little more deadly? It's clove, but there's something else lurking underneath. You know what, a girl needs a little danger in her life. A girl needs a bottle. A girl needs.