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Gingerbread thickened with molasses and patchouli, spiced with Snake oil, and frosted with sugared vanilla bean.

An almost grotesquely sensual, indolic cookie perfume.

Gingerbread Milk - warm and frothy~

Steeped a bit too long because I wandered off and forgot about it.

Gingerbread Hot Cocoa, dotted with marshmallows.

An otherworldly snack: gingerbread twisted in ivy and chilled by white iris, osmanthus, calla lily, gladiolus, lisianthus, and delphinium.

They ride again! Black leather, gingerbread, clove, and tobacco.

A bounty of chocolate coins! Dry cocoa and golden amber!

A lightly jiggling glop of cold brew, vanilla pudding, dark chocolate, and crushed chocolate cream cookies.

We owe everything to the USPS! And we certainly wouldn’t mind waiting in line surrounded by this ink-smudged, papery shuffle of
letters, parcels, and holiday cards stuffed into a mahogany mailbox cabinet covered in shiny brass doors with a faint whiff of fruitcake.

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.

Many an hour has been whiled away in this gentlemanly retreat: skin-warmed steel, fresh cedar shavings,
a creamy fougere lather, a soothing splash of orange blossom water, and the distant memory of blood and bandages.

Be sure to visit early in the morning to watch as scores of flaky chocolate-filled croissant are rolled out
on a walnut countertop with a maplewood rolling pin.

A surprisingly delightful blend of blackberries, cranberries, carrots, and pumpkin mash.

A solitary track stretched out upon the world: grey amber and white oud, ti leaf, vanilla ash and white sandalwood.

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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

Sugar-sprinkled sufganiyot filled with blackberry jelly and spiced roasted apple.

Our winter mascot!
A musky, snow-touched, forest-deep Yuletide blend:
shaggy black wool and a slushy tangle of juniper, mistletoe, winter sage, spikenard, white moss, and terebinth.

Shaggy fur, snow-flecked and rose-touched.

Making banana perfumes makes me laugh.

Gin-soaked slush.

Perfectly crusty and yeasty with a pillowy-soft interior, sprinkled with lavender sea salt and brushed with herbed olive oil.

The Lab isn’t open to the public, but you can smell it from the street:
hundreds of tiny wooden bottles of Snake Oil, marked with wee paper labels and packed off in tiny cardboard boxes.

A sun-faded plasticky shell of lemony gold, frankincense, and myrrh, illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.

Something to hold and play with during the solitude imposed by winter: cool porcelain cheeks glowing with a blush of spun sugar, lacy carnation frills delicately strung with pearlescent snowberries, and the faintest dusting of chimney soot.

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