doomsday_disco
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Red peony, sweet red wine, plum blossom, cherry blossom, honeyed apricot, salted yuzu, saffron threads, cedarwood, dark patchouli, and black amber.
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Even Game, Fair Trade, Ending, Detumescence, Masturbation
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Lupercalia
Plum blossom, red camellia, pomegranate pulp, ume syrup, powdered rice, green tea steam, clove bud, sandalwood, black lacquer accord, smoked amber, and a tangle of skin musks. -
Vanilla sandalwood, chrysanthemum, and lemon peel.
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Heliotrope, black plum, muguet, tolu balsam, violet wine, labdanum, frankincense, and mauve patchouli.
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Plum-soaked black patchouli, indigo musk, poppy absolute, guava pulp, black tea, and tobacco.
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Honeyed orris root, mahogany, amber cream, smoked vanilla, and golden carnation.
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Polished ebony, honeyed tea, lemon peel, plum rind, blueberry blossom silk, and white mint.
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White musk, cherry blossoms, plum blossoms, lilac petals, and white tea.
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Caramel cream, golden oud, sweet amber, praline milk, hazelnut, and cacao.
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Beeswax, wildflower honey, copal resin, vanilla bean, balsam, and frankincense.
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Night-blooming jasmine, cherry juice, orris root, rice powder, vanilla silk, white amber, coconut husk, purple labdanum, myrrh, and wild plum.
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Cardamom, bourbon cream, white sandalwood, and incense.
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White tea, golden pear, Himalayan cedar, and eucalyptus blossom.
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Glittering amber, sweet oakmoss, orange peel, golden apple, yellow bergamot, champagne grape, and white melon.
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Asahina Yoshihide in a Tug-of-war with the Little People
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Lupercalia
Bourbon vanilla, caramelized benzoin, blackcurrant, and black dates. -
Apricot, cream musk, bourbon vanilla, and golden bergamot.
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Red tobacco, crimson musk, sweet red patchouli, nutmeg, vanilla bourbon, rose geranium, and saffron-gilded red amber.
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When I was a child in the 1970s, I lived in a newly built neighborhood in Los Angeles that bordered land still undeveloped. The city thinned out behind my house and gave way to open hills. Wild horses thundered past, roadrunners darted through the chaparral and tumbleweeds, and at night, the coyotes sang. Some of my earliest memories are of lying awake and listening to their voices rise and fall in the distance, a wild and communal music that became a comfort to me. At pivotal moments in my life — initiatory moments — I would encounter coyotes crossing my path. These sightings were never casual. They appeared briefly and decisively, always coinciding with periods when something in my life was shifting or about to transform. Coyotes are among the animals closest to my heart, not simply for their presence in my early life but for what they represent. They are creatures of the in-between, thriving at the margins, adapting where others cannot. (Or will not?) Across cultures and throughout history, the coyote has been revered as a sacred being: Trickster and Creator, a deity of dance, song, storytelling, and celebration. Coyote is the bringer of change and chaos and a figure who embodies duality itself, at once helpful and harmful, wise and reckless. In myth, Coyote carries the wisdom of foolishness, acts as a benign prankster who has the singular power to defy and reverse fate, and becomes the unlikely bearer of gifts to humankind. Through disruption and mischief, Coyote teaches that survival depends on adaptability and that transformation often arrives disguised as disorder. Coyotes inhabit liminal space, and to embrace them is to embrace uncertainty as a companion. A spirit of defiance, resistance, and persistence, they should be venerated as an icon of our times. A scent for the coyotes of my childhood, sun-bright, resilient, and quietly feral: amber fur, white sage, chaparral, smoked palo santo, California sagebrush, clever sparks of white pepper, and sweet tonka bean. (Featured photo: the author with her first coydog, Chico. No, we didn’t know he was a coyote mix when we adopted him. A neighbor’s standard poodle magically gave birth to a litter of electric-amber puppies and I fell in love. Chico was beautiful to me: lava-orange fur that was shaggy like his coyote sire, but curled sweetly at the ends like his mother’s. He was strange, ridiculous, and delightfully clownish. I loved him so very, very much. In true Southern California form, Chico was not my only coyote mix. Arthur, my second coydog, was a shepherd/coyote, and I miss him equally. RIP, my wild boys. I love you forever.)
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Prototype of an unreleased scent for a media tie-in. A perfume for shapeshifters, charmers, and agents of chaos and transformations. Green-gilded leather, patchouli leaf, golden bergamot, agarwood, fiery clove, ti leaf, and amber.
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Purple Sage & Pinon.
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Pomegranate and Animalic Musk.
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“Piglet,” said Rabbit, taking out a pencil, and licking the end of it, “you haven’t any pluck.” “It is hard to be brave,” said Piglet, sniffing slightly, “when you’re only a Very Small Animal.” Rabbit, who had begun to write very busily, looked up and said: “It is because you are a very small animal that you will be Useful in the adventure before us.” Piglet was so excited at the idea of being Useful, that he forgot to be frightened any more… Pink clover and wild strawberries, red bean paste, pink vanilla, sweet acorns, apple blossom, caramelized almond, and a shy puff of sugar.
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Slushy white mint, vanilla cream, lemon drops, grapefruit, and yuzu!
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You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable. You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons. Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing. Yet the timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness, And knows that yesterday is but today’s memory and tomorrow is today’s dream. And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space. Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless? And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds? And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless? But if in your thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons, And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing. Let each season encircle all the other seasons: ambergris accord, frankincense smoke, orris root, angelica, bergamot, and white tea.
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Pomegranate and Burning Leaves.