Jenjin

Spiked for your pleasure: protrusions of pomegranate and pink peppercorn.

Pale frankincense, styrax, East African black patchouli, cinnamon leaf, rosewood, and palisander.

Who has known all the evil before us,

Or the tyrannous secrets of time?

Though we match not the dead men that bore us

At a song, at a kiss, at a crime–

Though the heathen outface and outlive us,

And our lives and our longings are twain–

Ah, forgive us our virtues, forgive us,

Our Lady of Pain.

Black plum, wild lily, and tobacco.

Seven sorrows the priests give their Virgin;

But thy sins, which are seventy times seven,

Seven ages would fail thee to purge in,

And then they would haunt thee in heaven:

Fierce midnights and famishing morrows,

And the loves that complete and control

All the joys of the flesh, all the sorrows

That wear out the soul.

Black patchouli, honey, and thick vanilla amber.

For my heart too springs up at the pressure,

Mine eyelids too moisten and burn;

Ah, feed me and fill me with pleasure,

Ere pain come in turn.

A genteel affair that presses against the constraints of common decency:
tumescent black silk, pink sugared patent leather, rich tobacco leaf, sunrise papaya,
and mango cream with crystalline trickles of clean pup sweat.

I am his Highness’ dog at Kew,

Pray tell me sir, whose dog are you?

― Alexander Pope

A genteel affair that presses against the constraints of common decency:

tumescent black silk, pink sugared patent leather, rich tobacco leaf, sunrise papaya,
and mango cream with crystalline trickles of clean pup sweat.

I am his Highness’ dog at Kew,

Pray tell me sir, whose dog are you?

― Alexander Pope

Basically fruit roll-ups for your naughty bits: wild cherry and sugared up strawberry with hot pink peppercorn.

Snap! Snap! Sugar crystals and tart candies with a splash of red musk.

Results not guaranteed. Ginseng root, crushed ginger, damiana essence, cubeb berries, and horny goat weed accord.

Dragon’s blood resin, myrrh, red musk, vetiver, black clove, and cassia.

What broke off the garlands that girt you?

What sundered you spirit and clay?

Weak sins yet alive are as virtue

To the strength of the sins of that day.

For dried is the blood of thy lover,

Ipsithilla, contracted the vein;

Cry aloud, “Will he rise and recover,

Our Lady of Pain?”

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When you need a change of pace from Strip Twister: lemon candies, orange suckers, and strawberry sugar.

Honeysuckle, Moroccan jasmine, and opium smoke.

In a twilight where virtues are vices,

In thy chapels, unknown of the sun,

To a tune that enthralls and entices,

They were wed, and the twain were as one.

For the tune from thine altar hath sounded

Since God bade the world’s work begin,

And the fume of thine incense abounded,

To sweeten the sin.

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This is an instant love for me. I'm wearing it right now, and I smell like Cottagecore. Someone who got tired of the city, and bought an Alpaca farm in the woods. Romping the countryside with velvet fur hounds, filling my blog with perfect photos highlighting the Queen Anne Victorian gingerbread houses I create, all while writing a book about Dark Academia. Occasionally I ride my leather lined Fiat convertible back to the city and invite lovers to my wild woods for a nuzzle beside the fire ( and to nosh gingerbread). It's good, it's VERY good and after some years it will be iconic. 

Dorian's in the attic getting phat on cupcakes. Rich tea flavored cakes spread high with the most delicious vanilla buttercream. It's completely something beyond iconic Dorian. It's oh so creamy and warm on my arm. I get most of the tea at the beginning, until a "poof" of sweet vanilla takes over and blankets the musks. My #1 for 2023 ***editing to say take this subjectively cause I still have a few more to try 
 

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Getting a lavender cornbread sort of scent upon application. No coconut yet, or the corn is actually wet coconut. I'm of the minority not loving this wet.
It really gets going for me after it dries. Yesterday, kept smelling something and realized it was this. LOVE the dry version, all floofy sugared whipped cream with the slightest hint of coconut on crust. The lavender note is minimal, in the background giving a purple tinge YUMMY 

BPAL’s signature scent made effervescent:
deep, rich, earthy notes swirled with vegetal musks, sugared vanilla bean,
champagne grape, white ginger, and dark spices.

A strange ecstasy: champagne-soaked apples, gilded gold roses, and lemon peel.

A very difficult game indeed:
pink champagne, pink lime, pink grapefruit, wild rose, yellow bergamot,
purple sage, nectarine skins, a thump of patchouli, and ornery hedgehog musk.

Sanguine sensuality with a pop: dragon’s blood resin, Egyptian myrrh, black cherry, clove, and champagne.