Jenjin
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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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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.
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Delightfully tangy and bittersweet.
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Black Rose, Nutmeg, and Smoked Amber
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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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Blood red velvet, a crack of polished leather, rosewater, and brandy
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Artist - Marian Wawrzeniecki Cracked leather binding and aged, yellowing, blood-soaked paper, clove bud, green silk, sandalwood incense, agarwood, black sesame, and thorns. 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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Lavender, white fig, and Atlas cedar. By the hunger of change and emotion, By the thirst of unbearable things, By despair, the twin-born of devotion, By the pleasure that winces and stings, The delight that consumes the desire, The desire that outruns the delight, By the cruelty deaf as a fire And blind as the night…
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Boo, you whore. Our trampiest peach to-date: overripe peach pulp infused with red musk, sultry black velvet musk, sweet honeyed fig, frilly vanilla, balsamic amber, and raw dark patchouli.
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Rose Buds, Mushrooms, and Moss
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This year we'll be donating to Athlete Ally, a wonderful org striving to help improve LGBTQI+ inclusivity in sports and athletics programs for all ages. They provide resources and curricula for students, teachers, coaches, and teams. https://www.athleteally.org/ Crown of Apollo, instrument of Pythian divination, symbol of higher learning: bay laurel and calamus gilded with fossilized amber.
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Mountain laurel petals limned in pale pink settling among boughs of hemlock, soft mosses, and dark lichens. This is a floral scent overall, but one that entwines itself in a grey, moss covered cemetery after a storm. I get the velvety moss, earthy lichens, something floral and illuminating hemlock. Just after application, it is extraordinarily fragrant. A blossom that is lovely to look at, but if you sink your nose deeply into it, you might get light headed and woozy. It settles down quickly and I am enveloped in delicious bitterness. The separate notes entangling themselves into a velvet, dry floral mixed with an equal measure of swampy moss. Soft plodding through a crumbling cemetery of heavy, leaning branches, with forgotten flowers left behind on muddy, gravestones black from mold and rain. Darkly atmospheric, elegant yet moody, I can't help but think of torn and tattered lace dresses, wilted flower crowns, and dreams of marbled gloom outlined with silvered-pink edges.
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