doomsday_disco
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Honeyed cream, turmeric, tonka bean, toasted green cardamom, and star anise.
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Sparkling pale pink jelly with a golden green shift.
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Garnet red jelly.
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Ivory jelly with golden flash and diamond sparks.
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Bright sky blue jelly with a blue sparkle.
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Orange jelly with a glowing orange aurora.
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Rose gold shimmer jelly with golden aurora.
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Amber cream, red ginger, patchouli, jackfruit, and orange blossom.
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Then said a teacher, Speak to us of Teaching. And he said: No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge. The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple, among his followers, gives not of his wisdom but rather of his faith and his lovingness. If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind. The astronomer may speak to you of his understanding of space, but he cannot give you his understanding. The musician may sing to you of the rhythm which is in all space, but he cannot give you the ear which arrests the rhythm nor the voice that echoes it. And he who is versed in the science of numbers can tell of the regions of weight and measure, but he cannot conduct you thither. For the vision of one man lends not its wings to another man. And even as each one of you stands alone in God’s knowledge, so must each one of you be alone in his knowledge of God and in his understanding of the earth. A perfume for knowledge and the wisdom to wield it well: frankincense, green cedar, white sandalwood, bay leaf, and hyssop.
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“Oh, I’m burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? Why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. Open the window again wide: fasten it open!” An incandescent amber storm. Strata of glowing ambers piled deep and restless, molten and honeyed, threaded with dark, resinous veins that pulse like blood under skin. Free, wild, elemental: the storm at her heart, beating against the glass until it shatters.
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Red plum blossom, labdanum, lemon peel, sweet patchouli, black cherry, King mandarin, violet musk, and sugared rose 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. -
Heliotrope, black plum, muguet, tolu balsam, violet wine, labdanum, frankincense, and mauve patchouli.
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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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Slushy white mint, vanilla cream, lemon drops, grapefruit, and yuzu!
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Pomegranate and Burning Leaves.
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Not exactly my definition of a happy Christmas, but to each their own. Wild pansies, white honey, and frothy cream.
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Fir needle, white chiffon, honey dust, moss velvet, white musk, and baby’s breath. Franz Skarbina
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The Wissahickon is one of my favorite places in the world, and whenever we can, Ted and I lose ourselves in its winding paths. This painting calls to mind one of our favorite trails in autumn, when the leaves have begun to surrender to the earth and sunlight filters through ember, rust, and gold. The air is rich with the breath of living things, the green pulse of growth softened and deepened by the bitter sweetness of decay. Olga Wisinger-Florian
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Sugared pear and wild violets with orris butter, coconut milk, white musk, and vanilla silk. “How romantic you are, Carmilla,” I said. “Whenever you tell me your story, it will be made up chiefly of some one great romance.” She kissed me silently. “I am sure, Carmilla, you have been in love; that there is, at this moment, an affair of the heart going on.” “I have been in love with no one, and never shall,” she whispered, “unless it should be with you.” How beautiful she looked in the moonlight! Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled. Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. “Darling, darling,” she murmured, “I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so.”
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I haven’t had much sleep lately, so this is the best I could do for a name. This scent is part of an unreleased comedy/horror animation project, based on an illustrated character concept of a dapper skeleton. White sandalwood, white pepper, orris root, angelica, and chalk.
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A mountain rises between the Lovers, separating yet connecting, suggesting that union, transcendence, and spiritual ascent require hard work, perseverance, and the surmounting of obstacles. The mountain is the path to integration, a symbol repeated across depictions of the Lovers. Nothing worthwhile comes easily. Stone and well-tread mosses warmed by golden resins, wind howling across crag and cliff, and white-capped with sunlit frankincense.
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Above the Lovers hovers the archangel Raphael, God Heals, their arms outstretched in affirmation and sanctification. Their benediction is aloft on the winds of Mercury: blessings of communication, intellect, conscious choice, and discernment. The red of their wings burns with passion purified. Blessed by divine provenance and guidance, the Lovers join. White frankincense warmed with molten red amber, violet petals carried on an airy current, and pale plumes of incense lifting towards the heavens.