Jenjin
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Rose sap, gleaming ivy, orris root, sweet oakmoss, pine needle, lime rind, and juniper.
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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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HAPPY NEW YEAR! Let’s all turn over a new leaf – and be good Well, it’s worth a shot at least. Rose petals, gargantuan green leaves, and a splashy, fresh chypre.
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Rose Buds, Mushrooms, and Moss
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Garnet rivulets of pomegranate juice, honeyed amber resin, labdanum, ylang ylang, tuberose, and red plum.
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Lychee, pink peppercorn, rosehip tea, pink peonies, angelica, and ylang ylang.
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Snake Oil-soaked carnation petals, spiked with a dash of clove and allspice.
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Honeysuckle, Moroccan jasmine, and opium smoke. In a twilight where virtues are vices, In thy chapels, unknown of the sun, To a tune that enthralls and entices, They were wed, and the twain were as one. For the tune from thine altar hath sounded Since God bade the world’s work begin, And the fume of thine incense abounded, To sweeten the sin.
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Snap! Snap! Sugar crystals and tart candies with a splash of red musk.
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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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A genteel affair that presses against the constraints of common decency: tumescent black silk, pink sugared patent leather, rich tobacco leaf, sunrise papaya, and mango cream with crystalline trickles of clean pup sweat. I am his Highness’ dog at Kew, Pray tell me sir, whose dog are you? ― Alexander Pope
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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-covered bamboo reeds, white pear, plum blossoms, honeyed green tea, and Japanese narcissus.
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The shuddering beat of a poet’s heart ―filigree-fair, diaphanous: bourbon vanilla fougere, violet leaf, iris root, Italian bergamot, porcelain accord, and a trickle of red musk. Well, if my heart must break, Dear love, for your sake, It will break in music, I know; Poets’ hearts break so. But strange that I was not told, That the brain can hold In a tiny ivory cell God’s Heaven and Hell. – Oscar Wilde
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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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Chrysanthemum and black tea with candied lotus root.
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Sumatran patchouli, blood musk, white lavender, opium tar, and black orchid. Cold eyelids that hide like a jewel Hard eyes that grow soft for an hour; The heavy white limbs, and the cruel Red mouth like a venomous flower; When these are gone by with their glories, What shall rest of thee then, what remain, O mystic and sombre Dolores, Our Lady of Pain?
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Artist - Marc Chagall Soft, sweet bourbon vanilla and sensuous benzoin nestled in a haven of lilac blooms. April Art: A Moment of Joy April is a moment of joy for those who have survived the winter. – Samuel Johnson
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Red currant, white honey, coconut milk, and amber.
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Oakmoss-infused vanilla bourbon, smoked lilac petals, and orris butter.
