Jenjin
-
Content Count
1,685 -
Joined
-
Last visited
Everything posted by Jenjin
-
Gingerbread Milk - warm and frothy~
-
A surprisingly sensual and voluptuous peach blend.
-
Twined with a hint of trumpet honeysuckle nectar.
-
Every crumb sticks to the fork: a dense, lightly-spiced cake glazed in raw honey gathered from bees who thrive on lavender nectar.
-
Oak leaves, wine-splashed bark, goat’s milk accord, forest blossoms, and moss-dappled skin musk. Mayday Art: She Comes With Footsteps Light What potent blood hath modest May. – Ralph Waldo Emerson Artist - Gerard van Honthorst
-
Black velvet, ancient climbing roses, champaca magnolia, and deep, resonant strings of amber. Mayday Art: She Comes With Footsteps Light What potent blood hath modest May. – Ralph Waldo Emerson Artist - Edward Okun
-
A perfume simply inspired by a vintage Christmas postcard. Rose cream, jasmine cream, mallow, vanilla foam, and sweet amber.
-
Cacao, red patchouli, night-blooming jasmine, Roman chamomile, and white tea. Thou shalt touch and make redder his roses With juice not of fruit nor of bud; When the sense in the spirit reposes, Thou shalt quicken the soul through the blood. Thine, thine the one grace we implore is, Who would live and not languish or feign, O sleepless and deadly Dolores, Our Lady of Pain.
-
An effervescent aldehydic peach cologne with hints of crushed herbs and fern.
-
Rose petal incense, twinkling white musk, sensuous labdanum, rhubarb, dried strawberries, and red amber.
-
An itch that needs to be scratched: Snake Oil and three types of honey. In the middle of the flanks of women lies the womb, a female viscus, closely resembling an animal; for it is moved of itself hither and thither in the flanks, also upwards in a direct line to below the cartilage of the thorax and also obliquely to the right or to the left, either to the liver or spleen; and it likewise is subject to falling downwards, and, in a word, it is altogether erratic. It delights, also, in fragrant smells, and advances towards them; and it has an aversion to fetid smells, and flees from them; and on the whole the womb is like an animal within an animal. – Aretaeus the Cappadocian Oh, that wily womb! Hippocrates and his followers considered the womb a mobile creature, causing mayhem as it writhed its way through a woman’s body. Sometimes this ornery organ, due to lack of sexual activity, would create conflicts within a woman’s system or would become blocked itself, causing anxiety, nervousness, water retention, and sleeplessness. With the assistance of doctors, nursemaids, hand tools, or, occasionally, self-manipulation, this vexing condition could be alleviated through hysterical paroxysms. Or, as we call it nowadays: orgasm.
-
Dragon’s blood resin, red ginger, bourbon geranium, thorny rosemary, red sandalwood, pink pepper, and green coffee bean. Dost thou dream, in a respite of slumber, In a lull of the fires of thy life, Of the days without name, without number, When thy will stung the world into strife; When, a goddess, the pulse of thy passion Smote kings as they revelled in Rome; And they hailed thee re-risen, O Thalassian, Foam-white, from the foam?
-
Crackling, dry grasses, pale cedarwood, bone-yellow sandalwood, uprooted mandrake, a tangle of patchouli, and the smoke of distant bonfires. And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days. – James Russell Lowell Artist - John Butler Yeats
-
No additional description provided.
-
Basically fruit roll-ups for your naughty bits: wild cherry and sugared up strawberry with hot pink peppercorn.
-
Raw, wet beets, pulsating blood musk, and raw wild ginger. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you. ― Walt Whitman
-
No other description provided.
-
Pumpkin spice EVERYTHING.
-
Woodsmoke, glowing embers, drifting ash, and the memory of bones.
-
No other description provided.
-
Honeyed black musk, lotus root, blood orange, ambrette seed, mimosa, balsam, and sandalwood incense.
-
A musky, sensual balsamic amber reclining on a bed of dandelions, mock strawberry, and wild grasses with a flutter of feathery black vetiver and a splotch of ink. Dreaming as the Summers Die Thy home is all around, Sweet summer child of light and air, Like God’s own presence, felt, ne’er found, A Spirit everywhere! – James Staunton Babcock Artist - Arnold Bocklin
-
All I hear is blah blah blah: crimson musk, dragon's blood smoke, wild plum, champagne grape, and dried pomegranate.
