Jenjin
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Results not guaranteed. Ginseng root, crushed ginger, damiana essence, cubeb berries, and horny goat weed accord.
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Spiked for your pleasure: protrusions of pomegranate and pink peppercorn.
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A sweet, sexy scent for when you want to get some, just finished getting some, or want to smell like you got some.
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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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Golden amber, frankincense, white ginger, and oudh. When, with flame all around him aspirant, Stood flushed, as a harp-player stands, The implacable beautiful tyrant, Rose-crowned, having death in his hands; And a sound as the sound of loud water Smote far through the flight of the fires, And mixed with the lightning of slaughter A thunder of lyres.
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Red roses, heady Moroccan musk, cinnamon, lobelia, coconut flesh, magnolia blossoms, and tobacco tar. Could you hurt me, sweet lips, though I hurt you? Men touch them, and change in a trice The lilies and languors of virtue For the raptures and roses of vice; Those lie where thy foot on the floor is, These crown and caress thee and chain, O splendid and sterile Dolores, Our Lady of Pain.
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Deep purple Syrah, calamus, myrrh smoke, hyssop, opoponax, bitter clove, burgundy pitch, opium poppy, and violet leaf. I have passed from the outermost portal To the shrine where a sin is a prayer; What care though the service be mortal? O our Lady of Torture, what care? All thine the last wine that I pour is, The last in the chalice we drain, O fierce and luxurious Dolores, Our Lady of Pain.
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Whipped cream squished between luscious layers of pale green sponge, topped with hunks of syrup-glazed honeydew.
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Cream accord, amber, teak, and lotus blossom.
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Unnaturally appealing, radiant with an unwholesome luster! Peppermint-laced preserved cherries soaking in thick lime syrup, dashed with a sliver of yuzu.
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A whipped green dream, pale and pillowy with multicolored mini marshmallows, densely studded with bits of pineapple, mandarin, and shredded coconut.
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Lavender rose petals, coconut husk, cerulean blue musk, agave, and blueberry resin.
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Basically fruit roll-ups for your naughty bits: wild cherry and sugared up strawberry with hot pink peppercorn.
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Rice milk, cardamom, coconut shavings, hinoki, white almond, ti leaf, and jasmine cream.
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Lychee, pink peppercorn, rosehip tea, pink peonies, angelica, and ylang ylang.
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This muffin bites back: tender chunks of tart rhubarb stalks spangled with oven-browned sugar crystals, nestled in a crown of golden cake generously marbled with jet-streams of warm custard.
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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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Glittering amber, frankincense, neroli, vanilla silk, and champaca. O garment not golden but gilded, O garden where all men may dwell, O tower not of ivory, but builded By hands that reach heaven from hell; O mystical rose of the mire, O house not of gold but of gain, O house of unquenchable fire, Our Lady of Pain!
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Black patchouli, honey, and thick vanilla amber. For my heart too springs up at the pressure, Mine eyelids too moisten and burn; Ah, feed me and fill me with pleasure, Ere pain come in turn.
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Chrysanthemum and black tea with candied lotus root.
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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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Rose sap, gleaming ivy, orris root, sweet oakmoss, pine needle, lime rind, and juniper.
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Blackberry hops, blackened raspberry gum, purple chypre, and myrrh. Thou wert fair in the fearless old fashion, And thy limbs are as melodies yet, And move to the music of passion With lithe and lascivious regret. What ailed us, O gods, to desert you For creeds that refuse and restrain? Come down and redeem us from virtue, Our Lady of Pain.
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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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