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The Devil at the Crossroads: well-worn black leather, tobacco absolute, Haitian vetiver, ambrette seed, crushed tonka bean, and a flick of crossroads soil.

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

Honey-infused goat milk, incense smoke, yew boughs, black pepper, mandrake root, ambrette seed, red currant, kitchen herbs, and fly agaric accord.

Tuberose and sweet amber.

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If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs. I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye — not even his — could have detected any thing wrong. There was nothing to wash out — no stain of any kind — no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all — ha! ha! When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o’clock — still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, — for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises. Clean wood floors, a clean tub, clean, clean, clean, with no stain of any kind, no blood-spot whatsoever. Embalming Fluid, is that you? It's like you crossed Mr. Clean with Embalming Fluid. There's a slightly soapy drydown which just smells clean. Low throw and wear length.

Blue cypress, butterfly jasmine, green tea, black orchid, and white champa blossom.

Once the grand foyer’s elegant centerpiece, now its winding curves creak treacherously, the handrail dull and splintered under decades of dust: fossilized amber crackling over dry oak.

Fresh-cut grass and chalky drywall with the indole tang of something clammy underneath.

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A fertile scent, generous, life-affirming, and swelling with a sense of triumph, warmth, and abundance: sweet milk, golden honey, fig fruit, cedarwood, olive leaf, and dates.

Vanilla taffeta and wild strawberry caught in a sea-salted gust of coconut, rhubarb, red currant, white musk, pink amber, almond milk, Siamese benzoin, and sea orchid with a hint of tonka, sweet patchouli, and honeyed leather.

A leathered up, musky interpretation of BPAL’s Antique Lace: dry flowers, aged linens, and the faint breath of long-faded perfumes with well-worn leather and caramel musk.

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.

Thanks to a very generous forumite who let me swap for a decant of this in my neverending quest of test all BPAL. Wobanakik starts off with a heavy, green plant smell. It reminded me to Planting Moon, with the heavy sweet aquatic smell that Water Phoenix/Hatmehit had. It dried however to a green, slightly resinous amber sort of drydown although very faint on my skin. Pretty, but not for me given the fact that my skin likes to EAT this. One hour later, and its gone.

Warm, golden, feather-soft: orris-dusted amber, white honey, osmanthus blossom, and star jasmine.

A strangely sensual, darkly fae All Hallow’s Eve cologne, a perfume of the Otherworld: black pumpkin, leather, pomegranate incense, agarwood, and bourbon patchouli.

A dribble of lavender oil running along the cracked spine of a well-loved mass market paperback enveloped in a snuggly oversized hoodie.

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Deep, rich, earthy notes swirled with vegetal musks, sugared vanilla bean, brown leather, and dark spices.

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The unbounded soul: a vibrant, airy, uplifted amber with smoked vanilla and coconut, tuberose, orange blossom, wildflower honey, and sheer musk.

Dusty vanilla bean and Moreton Bay Fig.

Her far horizons, her jewel-sea: a rose-tinted sunset of amber salt spray azure musk.

An incense for Solstice rites: fir resin, bayberry, myrrh, mistletoe, and oak bark.