Jenjin
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Subterranean fruit compote squirting forth from a cardamom creampuff.
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Hrnnnnghhhuuurgleh: Dracaena cinnabari, blackened opoponax, labdanum, black oud, champaca resin, 3-year aged patchouli, and cacao.
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Pumpkin-puree baked into a walnut-studded loaf, steaming with cinnamon, nutmeg, and clove.
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A dribble of Dorian and a squiggle of Snake Oil, delicately stirred with a moss-crusted muddy shovel.
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A solitary track stretched out upon the world: grey amber and white oud, ti leaf, vanilla ash and white sandalwood. ❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️ Snow: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight deeper and deeper for three days or sixty years, eh? Then the sun! a clutter of yellow and blue flakes — Hairy looking trees stand out in long alleys over a wild solitude. The man turns and there — his solitary track stretched out upon the world. – William Carlos Williams
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Cream accord, amber, teak, and lotus blossom.
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Shrubby and fresh: musky amber and copaiba balsam with neatly-mowed grass, well-trimmed hornbeam, upturned soil, and breezy spring blossoms.
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We don’t judge. Red musk, patchouli, ylang ylang, myrrh, and pumpkin guts.
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The smile widened and the long neck bowed, offering. Dried apples, sour apple mash, and molasses.
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Shaggy spiced russet amber splattered by rice pudding, cocoa powder, and globs of cotton candy.
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We owe everything to the USPS! And we certainly wouldn’t mind waiting in line surrounded by this ink-smudged, papery shuffle of letters, parcels, and holiday cards stuffed into a mahogany mailbox cabinet covered in shiny brass doors with a faint whiff of fruitcake.
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Ink of Pomegranates.
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A goth awakening: waxy drugstore lipstick and clove cig residue.
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The trick finally played, now treats could commence. Incense-tarred patchouli, opoponax, blackened cloth, frankincense resin, and black moss.
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Protip: make sure they all live happily ever after. Dragon's blood resin, lavender bud, hops, fir needle, and incense smoke.
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Chewy, sugary, and steeped in coconut milk.
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Sun-warmed ripe red apples and a smattering of wildflowers. The Heats of August When summer opens, I see how fast it matures and fears it will be short; but after the heats of July and August, I am reconciled, like one who has had his swing, to the cool of autumn. – Ralph Waldo Emerson Artist - Gustav Klimt
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A sugar-crusted vanilla peppermint stick!
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Pumpkin rind encased in white musk, green tea, aloe and lemon.
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It has mysteriously stayed fresh for decades… but you REALLY don’t want to see the pastry in the attic. A deep-fried fougere with three pale musks and dark, sugared vanilla tea.
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Tobacco flower, hay absolute, lemon peel, brown leather accord, amber saffron, black pepper, and magnolia blossom.
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An ode to delicate femininity, evoking an image of a golden beauty bathed in sunlight: delicate sandalwood and white musk shimmering with neroli, yellow amber, pear blossom, peonies, and iris. … looking up, while I was still upon my knees, I saw you—most assuredly you—as I see you now; a beautiful young lady, with golden hair and large blue eyes, and lips—your lips—you as you are here.
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Golden gusts of gilded amber and dragon's blood heated by clove bud, white peppercorn, and allspice.
