Jenjin
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Hrnnnnghhhuuurgleh: Dracaena cinnabari, blackened opoponax, labdanum, black oud, champaca resin, 3-year aged patchouli, and cacao.
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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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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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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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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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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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