Jenjin

Cypress, immortelle, and white amber enveloping red spider lily petals,
dragon’s blood resin, and black plum.

Russet amber, pine wood, tonka bean, hinoki cypress, hemp, and golden champaca.

Snow-laden cherry trees, winter peonies, white rose petals, and black plum juice.

Red mango pulp, sugared orange blossom, mimosa, pink musk, and sweet incense.

Rice milk, cardamom, coconut shavings, hinoki, white almond, ti leaf, and jasmine cream.

Chrysanthemum and black tea with candied lotus root.

Morning glory petals, twining dew-covered vines, and lilac butter.

Sweet chestnut, vanilla cashmere, toasted cardamom, and caramel.

Salty driftwood, seafoam ambergris, white vetiver, marine lichen, and ocean spray.

Leather, red silk, mahogany, lotus root, honey cream, and red sandalwood.

Beeswax, rice powder, white amber, and cherry blossom chypre.

Snow-covered bamboo reeds, white pear, plum blossoms,
honeyed green tea, and Japanese narcissus.

Cypress needles, Japanese cedar, brown leather accord, maple leaf, and sweet patchouli.

Misty ambergris accord and hinoki wood with juniper berries, galbanum, and palo santo.

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?

“Perfume, not poppers!” Put it in Latin on our family crest. The contents of this 5ml apothecary bottle are certainly nothing illicit, no ma’am. Just a nice, relaxing olfactory swan dive into the abyss, under the barest pretense of home entertainment hygiene.

(Please note: this perfume contains no actual video head cleaner. No alcohol, no acetone, no amyl nitrate, no xylene. It is an accord meant to mimic and celebrate the scent profile and tone of poppers without explicitly smelling like poppers or having a popper’iffic effect.)

It’ll rattle your teeth more than it rattles your junk:
fizzy champagne, orange blossom absolute, Italian bergamot, and dry vanilla.

White sandalwood, black cypress, wormwood, creeping willow, and rue.

In yesterday’s reach and to-morrow’s,

Out of sight though they lie of to-day,

There have been and there yet shall be sorrows

That smite not and bite not in play.

The life and the love thou despisest,

These hurt us indeed, and in vain,

O wise among women, and wisest,

Our Lady of Pain.

Snake Oil dribbling across a cluster of amber-flecked, blackened rose petals.

Snake Oil-soaked carnation petals, spiked with a dash of clove and allspice.

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.

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…