Jenjin
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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
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Cypress, immortelle, and white amber enveloping red spider lily petals, dragon’s blood resin, and black plum.
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This year’s Transanta fundraiser scent is a wish for enjoyment that transcends hard conditions: a cotton candy-flavored lollipop blessed with a pinch of grit and petrichor.
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Morning rising in mourning grey: tobacco flower, white oud, lavender bud, and ambergris accord. O transient voyager of heaven! O silent sign of winter skies! What adverse wind thy sail has driven To dungeons where a prisoner lies? Methinks the hands that shut the sun So sternly from this mourning brow Might still their rebel task have done And checked a thing so frail as thou They would have done it had they known The talisman that dwelt in thee, For all the suns that ever shone Have never been so kind to me! For many a week, and many a day My heart was weighed with sinking gloom When morning rose in mourning grey And faintly lit my prison room But angel like, when I awoke, Thy silvery form so soft and fair Shining through darkness, sweetly spoke Of cloudy skies and mountains bare The dearest to a mountaineer Who, all life long has loved the snow That crowned her native summits drear, Better, than greenest plains below – And voiceless, soulless messenger Thy presence waked a thrilling tone That comforts me while thou art here And will sustain when thou art gone – Emily Brontë
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Tobacco flower, hay absolute, lemon peel, brown leather accord, amber saffron, black pepper, and magnolia blossom.
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Sweet red wine, oakmoss, ambergris accord, ylang ylang, and Spanish mandarin. All thine the new wine of desire, The fruit of four lips as they clung Till the hair and the eyelids took fire, The foam of a serpentine tongue, The froth of the serpents of pleasure, More salt than the foam of the sea, Now felt as a flame, now at leisure As wine shed for me.
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A bitter, tea-stained ache soothed by softly herbaceous sugar cookies.
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Let your fingers wander along this ornately carved teak banister, polished to a high gloss by the rough hands of countless miniature clients being led upstairs to taste trickles of sugar maple sap, illuminated by a cherry-red light and suffused with decadent, lustrous perfumes.
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Sanguine sensuality with a pop: dragon’s blood resin, Egyptian myrrh, black cherry, clove, and champagne.
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Teakwood, bamboo, and cypress with amber oud, crystallized ginger, and ti leaf.
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Angelo Jank Snow-thick sandalwood, eucalyptus leaf, and a scattering of dead leaves clinging to skeletal branches.
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Marie Bracquemond Sugar-dusted iris petals.
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A strange ecstasy: champagne-soaked apples, gilded gold roses, and lemon peel.
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Pomelo, Mandarin, and Pink Grapefruit
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Juniper Berry, Pine Needle, and Hemp
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Rose Buds, Mushrooms, and Moss
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Holiday goals. Mushrooms and clover splashed with champagne and green musk.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR! Let’s all turn over a new leaf – and be good Well, it’s worth a shot at least. Rose petals, gargantuan green leaves, and a splashy, fresh chypre.
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A Halloween lure: the feral musk of cryptids lurking in an old growth forest peeping expectantly at a bowl of sticky-sweet caramels, toffees, chocolate bonbons, and butterscotch candies.
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Pale gilded lilies and roses in the labdanum shadow of a yew tree, a sprig of forget-me-not, the dwindling memory of a genteel cologne, and the honeyed breathlessness of a kiss. My sister Death! I pray thee come to me Of thy sweet charity, And be my nurse but for a little while; I will indeed lie still, And not detain thee long, when once is spread, Beneath the yew, my bed: I will not ask for lillies or for roses; But when the evening closes, Just take from any brook a single knot Of pale Forget-me-not, And lay them in my hand, until I wake, For his dear sake; (For should he ever pass and by me stand, He might understand ―) Then heal the passion and the fever With one cool kiss, for ever. – Digby Mackworth Dolben
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Cherry blossoms, violet root, muguet, green tea, crystalline musk, and yuzu.
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Lemon frankincense, sandalwood cream, and saffron tabac.
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Golden amber and gilded vanilla with patchouli, white cedar, and caramelized sandalwood. Warm and golden, this flickers very much like sunshine on a cool, spring day in a wooded garden with perfect, nectar dripping blossoms all around. I get the amber upfront along with the shining sandalwood and dry cedar. The woody notes aren't overpowering and settle down into a soft, balancing basenote. The patch is in the background, but comes out as it dries, adding a very light spice. Okay, so now i'm going to gush a little bit. The vanilla is GORGEOUS in the background. Delicately sweet, all the notes together make the whole blend enchanting and I can't stop spraying it! It's a definite mood lifter and makes all my stuff smell like a warm, wooded tree-lined flower patch on a floating cloud day. UPDATE: I had to get a back-up bottle of this one!
