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    Girl and Butterflies

    A fluttering tempest of black oud, indigo poppy, pale lavender, blue lilac, white tea, ambergris accord, and sweet pea. Frances Macdonald
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    Gentle Spring

    Crushed dandelion stem, a riot of pansies, warm bare skin, sheer vanilla silk, cherry and apricot blossoms, wild strawberries, wild roses, sun-warmed grass, and a gust of white clover honey. Frederick Sandys
  3. Ylang Ylang and White Sugar.
  4. Passionflower and Wild Plum.
  5. Ti Leaf and Elizabeth Root.
  6. Honey Dust and Black Balsam.
  7. Fossilized Amber and Wildflower Nectar.
  8. Calla Lily and Purple Musk.
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    Flower Moon 2026

    Flower Moon is a vision of nocturnal tenderness: pale ylang-ylang and moonflower absolute unfurl against sun-baked earth that is cooling under springtime moonlight. Flickers of white agave nectar and fragile, luminous stargazer lily exhale over a whisper of dark amber and wild honey, like sweet pollen dusted onto velvet wings.
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    Flower Moon 2026 Nail Polish

    Batty black cherry jelly with micro holographic glitter! All of our nail polish is hand crafted by Haute Macabre!
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    Vanilla Mandarin

    A fragment of a discarded summer scent concept from a few years back.
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    Age of Aquarius

    Ink-dark skies ripple with stardust and prophecy, and the air hums with the scent of revolution: smoked myrrh and velvet incense glittering with ti leaf and Italian bergamot.
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    Cacao and Tomato Leaf

    Dark cacao tempered by the sharp green bite of crushed tomato leaf and sun-warmed vines.
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    Blueberry Chai Truffle

    Jammy blueberries folded into creamy chocolate and dusted with cardamom, cinnamon, black tea, and warm milk.
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    White Honey and Soursop

    White Honey and Soursop.
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    Sogblettur

    Icelandic A cool breeze over flushed skin: cloudberries, ambergris, and lemon zest gliding over warm amber musk.
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    The Moth Fairy

    A diaphanous, nocturnal blend that shimmers between airy radiance and shadowed warmth. A silvery wash of moonflower and white heliotrope drifts over cool iris and gossamer musk, while golden amber resin and benzoin glow softly beneath like the living heat of beating wings. Threads of honeyed beeswax and tobacco flower lend a faint, feral sweetness, and a dusting of frankincense ash and myrrh smoke curls at the edges, recalling the dark from which she rises. Amelia Jane Murray, Lady Oswald
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    Ashi-Momi

    Glittering amber, sweet oakmoss, orange peel, golden apple, yellow bergamot, champagne grape, and white melon.
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    Let Me In

    “The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed, ‘Let me in – let me in!’ ‘Who are you?’ I asked, struggling, meanwhile, to disengage myself. ‘Catherine Linton,’ it replied, shiveringly (why did I think of LINTON? I had read EARNSHAW twenty times for Linton) – ‘I’m come home: I’d lost my way on the moor!’ As it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child’s face looking through the window.” A ghostly feminine perfume rising from the stiff binding of old diaries. Violet leaf and antique rose curl through the air, smeared with ink.
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    The Woman Behind It

    By moonlight—the moon shines in all night when there is a moon—I wouldn’t know it was the same paper. At night in any kind of light, in twilight, candlelight, lamplight, and worst of all by moonlight, it becomes bars! The outside pattern I mean, and the woman behind it is as plain as can be. I didn’t realize for a long time what the thing was that showed behind,—that dim sub-pattern,—but now I am quite sure it is a woman. A perfume of veils and bars, moonlight slashing through prison walls: silvered lavender and white iris shuddering like lamplight on stained plaster, ambergris frothing through vanilla husk, and the phantom outline of a rose-touched woman’s silhouette.
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    His Crown and His Shroud

    “O father, see yonder! see yonder!” he says; “My boy, upon what doest thou fearfully gaze?” — “O, ’tis the Erl-King with his crown and his shroud.” “No, my son, it is but a dark wreath of the cloud.” A dread shape forms in the mist: chilled white musk, rain-soaked earth, and a gleam of blackened steel.
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