Seajewel
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Basically what I smell like every autumn.
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Blue musk, sugared violets, dried blackberry, opium tar, bat orchid, and blue rose petals.
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A daytime snooze in an inconvenient location: freshly baked bread, culinary herbs, and cinnamon-steamed apples.
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Cool white cotton, marshmallow fluff, and lemony Oman frankincense.
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A sultry summer midnight: a honey-yellow amber moon hangs over an intoxicating cluster of honeysuckle and night-blooming jasmine.
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A cluster of blossoms and sheer glassy musk tinkling with gold and silver.
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The scent of sitting in a darkened theater in a rainstorm circa 1935, marveling at the alchemy that transforms scribbled words into specters of light, shadow, and sound: dripping umbrellas, a nicotine haze clinging to musty velvet curtains, camphorous vapors rising from strips of hot celluloid.
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The scent of life-giving, nutrient-dense loamy soil.
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Blooming peonies, Moroccan jasmine, vanilla tea, and lavender reflected in a glimmer of blue musk.
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BPAL specializes in ominous banana perfumes, but it looks like we pushed this one too far. A deadly heel turn: slippery black banana peel, opoponax, green fig, vetiver, coconut, orange blossom, frankincense, and tobacco absolute.
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White tea, black pepper, vetiver, white tobacco, and narcissus.
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A portrait of feline dignity painted in bourbon vanilla cream, mallow flower, golden musk, with eyes of lemon amber.
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Marzipan and buttercream with cinnamon, pistachio milk, vanilla custard, and clove.
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When far-gone dead return upon the world: wisps of spectral white musk and ambergris, blackened leather, yew needles, cypress boughs, gnarled patchouli root, and the memory of frankincense smoke.
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Skin-warmed sandalwood and toasted pumpkin settle into a gentle blend suitable for all 365 days of Halloween.
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Spiced baked apples with nutmeg and cinnamon mushed into pumpkin pulp, glowing peach, and murky clove.
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A decidedly unapologetic cacophony of shattered porcelain, rose petals, and peonies.
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Pumpkin spices wind through a blend of warm musk, carnation, red sandalwood and cassia.
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And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children. And he said: Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. A gentle vanilla sandalwood blend, serene but mighty.
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The act of creating Ephemera gives us the ability to stop time. Velvet-pink carnations with tea roses, peonies, and rose sandalwood with a whiff of candlesmoke.
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Skin musk dribbling with pear cream, orris root, vanilla bean, and raw honey.
