Jenjin
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Strawberries, Sugar, and Lime
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Leather, red silk, mahogany, lotus root, honey cream, and red sandalwood.
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Ribbons of thick curd cooling in a crust flecked with crystallized purple buds.
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A deceptively simple recipe: paper-thin red apple slices pulled from a bath of lemon juice and rosewater, sprinkled with cinnamon, layered just so in syrup-brushed strips of pastry, and then rolled into perfect rosebud shapes that crisp up into a red-gold bouquet in the oven.
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Wet slaps of cloudberry-clotted multekrem, fattigman crumbs, and rivulets of nisse musk.
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Oatmeal, Rose Petals, and Sugar
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Gin-soaked slush.
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Hans Printz Blackened lilac, lavender incense tar, bone sandalwood, labdanum, hemlock accord, and frankincense tears.
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BPAL’s perennial favorite, Snake Oil, soaked in whiskey, honey, and a twist of lemon.
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London Smoke. The foggy grey of Victorian London A black tea fougere with tabac flower and grey amber.
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Marshmallow Snow!
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Alfred Holst Tourrier - In the Studio Oil paint, turpentine, dusty wood planks, and pipe smoke streaming through pale amber sunbeams.
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Honeyed black musk, lotus root, blood orange, ambrette seed, mimosa, balsam, and sandalwood incense.
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Blood red velvet, a crack of polished leather, rosewater, and brandy
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Indigo and crimson vegetal musks, sweet red oud, sandalwood incense, narcissus petals, orris butter, golden bergamot, ambrette seed, and black fig.
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White oakmoss, plum silk, tuberose, gilded cedar, blue lotus, and red labdanum.
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Honeyed black musk, lotus root, blood orange, ambrette seed, mimosa, balsam, and sandalwood incense.
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Cypress needles, Japanese cedar, brown leather accord, maple leaf, and sweet patchouli.
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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.
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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?
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It’ll rattle your teeth more than it rattles your junk: fizzy champagne, orange blossom absolute, Italian bergamot, and dry vanilla.
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Bourbon vetiver, oakmoss, and pomegranate. But the worm shall revive thee with kisses; Thou shalt change and transmute as a god, As the rod to a serpent that hisses, As the serpent again to a rod. Thy life shall not cease though thou doff it; Thou shalt live until evil be slain, And good shall die first, said thy prophet, Our Lady of Pain.
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Cypress, honey myrtle, yew, peace lily, ivy, and black rose. The desire of thy furious embraces Is more than the wisdom of years, On the blossom though blood lie in traces, Though the foliage be sodden with tears. For the lords in whose keeping the door is That opens on all who draw breath Gave the cypress to love, my Dolores, The myrtle to death.
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We are the smuttiest. Three swarthy, smutty musks sweetened with sugar and woozy with dark booze notes.
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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
