doomsday_disco
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An ode to persistent typos and overconfident, profoundly incorrect autocorrect. Dedicated to Ali in gratitude for years upon years of undangling my participles. Proceeds from the sale of this scent benefit Philadelphia’s Childrens Literacy Initiative who helps provide Black and Latino children with high-quality and culturally sustaining literary education. 7-year aged patchouli, candied dates, and dried red currant.
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A molten heart of slow-cooked milk caramel swirled with vanilla bean and a faint whisper of toasted coconut.
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Salty and smushed.
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Take three pintes of Beere, put fiue yolkes of Egges to it, straine them together, and set it in a pewter pot to the fyre, and put to it halfe a pound of Sugar, one penniworth of Nutmegs beaten, one penniworth of Cloues beaten, and a halfepenniworth of Ginger beaten, and when it is all in, take another pewter pot and brewe them together, and set it to the fire againe, and when it is readie to boyle, take it from the fire, and put a dish of sweet butter into it, and brewe them together out of one pot into an other. – The Good Huswifes Handmaide for the Kitchin, 1594
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Rum-soaked butter cookies, crusted with sugar, soaked in almond and garnished with orange rind.
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Tangy cream cheese folded through warm bakery dough, still puffed from the fryer, and thick, dark wild blackberry jam.
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Caramel-soaked banana slices sizzling in butter and brown sugar, flamed with dark rum, and poured over warm vanilla ice cream.
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The worst crime against man’s life was committed by the person who first put gold on his fingers, though it is not recorded who did this, for I deem the whole story of Prometheus mythical, although antiquity assigned to him also an iron ring, and intended this to be understood as a fetter, not an ornament. – Pliny the Elder Molten amber, gilded tobacco flower, and Mysore sandalwood.
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This one’s a holiday scent for all the Archive of Our Own regulars, proud teratophiliacs, and slashfic aficionados: those brave, unblushing souls who know exactly what tags they’re filtering for and aren’t afraid of a little (or a lot of) morally-ambiguous monster romance. A filthy-sweet gourmand gone feral: scorched caramel and dark cocoa nibs tangled with warm, skin-slick musk, a crack of black leather, a swirl of brandy, and the faint metallic scrape of chains dragged across a bedroom floor.
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Snake Oil and Candied Pomegranate.
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Red Amber and Pomegranate.
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A snowy, chilled pomegranate slurry.
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Pomegranate Popcorn.
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Pomegranate Molasses.
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Pomegranate Loukoumi and Champagne.
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Pomegranate Candy Canes.
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Pomegranate and Smoked Cacao.
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Pomegranate and Scarlet Chypre.
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Pomegranate and Red Rose.
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And a drop of wildflower honey.
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Pomegranate and Pistachio Cream.
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Pomegranate and Cathedral Incense.
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Pomegranate and Burning Leaves.
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Pomegranate and Black Pine.
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Pomegranate and Black Fig.