Jenjin
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Samurai on a Bridge Battling a Ghost While Making Love to a Woman
Jenjin posted a topic in Lupercalia
Steel, leather, and scarlet chypre, pomegranate incense, tobacco absolute, nagarmotha, saffron, Ceylon cinnamon, champaca, and red oud. -
White honey, warm musk, and ambrette seed. All shrines that were Vestal are flameless, But the flame has not fallen from this; Though obscure be the god, and though nameless The eyes and the hair that we kiss; Low fires that love sits by and forges Fresh heads for his arrows and thine; Hair loosened and soiled in mid orgies With kisses and wine.
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Oakmoss-infused vanilla bourbon, smoked lilac petals, and orris butter.
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George Pauli - Evening Reading Soft leather and aged paper, linen sheets, lamp oil, lavender sachets, a splash of rosewater, and a faint tendril of fading hearthsmoke.
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Red musk, wildflower honey, elemi, tangerine, and mint. O lips full of lust and of laughter, Curled snakes that are fed from my breast, Bite hard, lest remembrance come after And press with new lips where you pressed.
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Rice milk, hay absolute, Oolong tea, honey dust, champaca, frankincense smoke, golden sandalwood, and heliotrope.
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Misty ambergris accord and hinoki wood with juniper berries, galbanum, and palo santo.
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Pine pitch brocade, amber incense smoke, Mysore sandalwood, myrrh, red benzoin, inky patchouli, and an oakmoss fougere.
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Morning glory petals, twining dew-covered vines, and lilac butter.
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Odilon Redon - Death: My Irony Surpasses All Others! An inky, desolate, unfathomable black musk.
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White oakmoss, plum silk, tuberose, gilded cedar, blue lotus, and red labdanum.
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Valentine Cameron Prinsep Summer’s last blooms encased in frost: chilled dahlias, marigolds, wild roses and ranunculus strewn across icy grasses.
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Sweet, sorrowful, doomed longing: somnambulic lavender, wild plum, Siamese benzoin, and sugared opium tar. Vous me baisez comme une soeur: Ces baisers sont pleins de douceur; Mais souffrez que je les condamne. Je ne suis qu’un mortel, ô[ô] nouvelle Diane, Pourquoi me traitez-vous ainsi qu’un Apollon? Je serai trop heureux du sort d’Endimion. You kiss me like a sister, Kisses filled with sweetness; Yet you must allow me to condemn them, For I’m only mortal, my Diane; Why treat me like Apollo great? I’d be so happy with Endymion’s fate. – Pauline de Simiane
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Plum blossoms and fruit drenched in brandy with a touch of vetiver, nutmeg, tabac, and bourbon vanilla.
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I tried a decant of this years ago, and wasn't blown away enough to look for more. Regardless, had to try this newest release. This is a "must have" for those who like clean, feminine fragrances. The lotus makes it sweet while the teak is very golden dry, almost dusty. It does smell a bit like makeup, in a good way, but does not last long. I'd say its a great everyday scent, very simple and elegant. It's for those days when you don't want to smell like perfume, just your own warm body scent, but better.
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Snow-laden cherry trees, winter peonies, white rose petals, and black plum juice.
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Black roses, Pashmina oud, clove bud, opoponax, kyphi smoke, tobacco absolute, and orris butter.
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So beautiful! Deep and rich, the opium tar swirls into the plum with wafts of perfumed spice. Lots of throw without being overbearing. In the smoky opium den I sit, bewitched by an unexpected pleasure. Grateful to have a big bottle of this. Best scent of the year for me so far.
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Oak bark, tree sap, wild acorns, and a touch of honey. The century oak, rugged and gaunt, Holds high to-day, as he was wont A hundred years ago, his head, Hoary with snows that have vanished, Defiant and grim to the wind’s wild taunt. The hooting owl finds here a haunt, And feathered choristers now chaunt As when the century’s dawn made red The century oak. No season’s coil his heart can daunt; Processive years their changes vaunt, But, constant till the line have fled And mouldered in oblivion’s bed, He holds his own, rugged and gaunt, – The century oak. – Harvey Carson Grumbine
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A hearty, humor-balancing, cheer-inducing cake crafted with spelt, nutmeg, clove, and a dollop of honey. Nutmeg (Nux muscata) has great heat and good moderation in its powers. If a person eats a nutmeg, it will open up his heart, make his judgment free from obstruction, and give him a good disposition. Take some nutmeg and an equal weight of cinnamon and a bit of cloves, and pulverize them. Then make small cakes with this and fine whole wheat flour and water. Eat them often. It will calm all bitterness of the heart and mind, open your heart and impaired senses, and make your mind cheerful. It purifies your senses and diminishes all harmful humors in you. It gives good liquid to your blood, and makes you strong. The best grain is spelt (spelta). It is hot, rich, and powerful. It is milder than other grains. Eating it rectifies the flesh and provides proper blood. It also creates a happy mind and puts joy in the human disposition. – Hildegard von Bingen’s Physica, translated by Priscilla Throop
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Red currant, white honey, coconut milk, and amber.
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Wet slaps of cloudberry-clotted multekrem, fattigman crumbs, and rivulets of nisse musk.
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Russet amber, pine wood, tonka bean, hinoki cypress, hemp, and golden champaca.
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Here’s to a kinder, gentler year: lavender and mallow with orris root, angelica, frosted vanilla bean, and osmanthus. To Gossip, Slang and “Cuss-Words” I’ll bid a last “Adieu” And place a bridle on my tongue And thoughtless actions, too!