Jenjin
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Otherworldly luminescent blossoms shimmering in a mist-veiled forest glen.
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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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Protip: make sure they all live happily ever after. Dragon's blood resin, lavender bud, hops, fir needle, and incense smoke.
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Boo, you whore. Our trampiest peach to-date: overripe peach pulp infused with red musk, sultry black velvet musk, sweet honeyed fig, frilly vanilla, balsamic amber, and raw dark patchouli.
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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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Cream accord, amber, teak, and lotus blossom.
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Tendrils of sandalwood, agarwood, and cypress incense, moss silk, calla lilies, and yellow amber.
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Putrefaction, the veil of decay. A yellowing shroud of raw-edged Muga silk, banana-spotted with chunks of fermented fig and exuding rich, earthy puffs of mushroom dust.
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Lemon blossom, neroli, white honey, Himalayan cedar, ylang ylang, white frankincense, and a fuzzy purr of musky amber.
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Eucalyptus blossom, salty foam, ambergris accord, blue spruce, white mint, lotus root, and blue musk.
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A sugar-crusted vanilla peppermint stick!
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Gingerbread thickened with molasses and patchouli, spiced with Snake oil, and frosted with sugared vanilla bean.
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Shaggy spiced russet amber splattered by rice pudding, cocoa powder, and globs of cotton candy.
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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
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A chilly interpretation of BPAL’s Snake Oil: sweet, spiced musk with a crunch of snow and frost-hardened patchouli.
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Pomegranate, Fir, and Cypress tree grove.
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Morning glory petals, twining dew-covered vines, and lilac butter.
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Five ambers fading in descending radiance. 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 - Caspar David Friedrich 'Woman Before the Setting Sun'
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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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Separation, the veil of distinction. A tumble of pearly pale-blue chiffon shot through with slashes of white ginger and lined with ivory satin rosettes.
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Leather, red silk, mahogany, lotus root, honey cream, and red sandalwood.
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Dark, rooty, sweet patchouli swirled with honey. The talisman that Owl Moon is inspired by is bewitching. A crescent moon, filled with new promise and completion entwined with the majestic night owl. I'm not going to go into the breathtaking Bloodmilk presentation of these bottles, except to say they are impeccable, amazingly branded and absolute art pieces. The melding of the BPAL Three Swords with the Bloodmilk Planchette is brilliant and powerful. I am completely blown away by this collaboration. Earthy and rich, just after applying I feel like a mystic goddess plodding through a soft, evergreen forest of moonlight and furry night creatures. Wet, I can detect the sticky honey mixing with the patch. Sending wafts of exotic, opulent musk around me, it clears the mind while allowing a transformation of pure lust and dark dances. This may be the sexiest Beth creation EVER! I want to POUNCE~ After wearing for 30 minutes, the honey note settles into the patchouli in a seductive way. Owl Moon is absolutely captivating! Exotic, richly spiced and precious, this is one of the most sensual fragrances I have ever encountered; intoxicating, deep and an instant classic. Stay diligent my lovelies, and you can also catch this beautiful owl as a few are released into the wild with each Bloodmilk update.
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The shuddering beat of a poet’s heart ―filigree-fair, diaphanous: bourbon vanilla fougere, violet leaf, iris root, Italian bergamot, porcelain accord, and a trickle of red musk. Well, if my heart must break, Dear love, for your sake, It will break in music, I know; Poets’ hearts break so. But strange that I was not told, That the brain can hold In a tiny ivory cell God’s Heaven and Hell. – Oscar Wilde
