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Her far horizons, her jewel-sea: a rose-tinted sunset of amber salt spray azure musk.
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A burst of sunlight dissolving the smoke-thick thunderclouds of corruption, hubris, greed, and cruelty: golden amber, sweet bergamot, fresh cut grass, broom flower, hay, orange blossom honey, labdanum, red benzoin, and vanilla.
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A scent in all caps - bold, hasty, furious, and frightened: the hiss of rage-red splinters of bile ejaculating from a haze of blood orange and a bellowing scrawl of ink-black musk on a sweat-splattered notepad.
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This scent is both ethereal and heavy; it is a booming roar of derision, a howl of resistance echoing into the darkness: a chilly aldehyde with blackened clove and coffee bean, black sandalwood, nutmeg, nag champa, white amber, and benzoin.
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A beam of hope for a happier, safer, kinder future for us all: peach and honeyed amber with frankincense, honeyed rose, white oud, apricot, and sweet musk.
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This event exclusive perfume blend serves as a fundraiser benefiting Planned Parenthood, which currently has four health centers operating in the state.
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Artemis, standing in her golden chariot… driving off with her fast-trotting deer over the hills and far away to some rich-scented sacrifice: leather, gleaming golden amber, red amaranth, cypress, asphodel accord, a gleam of silver, and soft brown musk.
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O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou, That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe’er, But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical. — Orsino Effervescent rose chypre and bourbon vanilla.
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I Will be Strange, Stout, in Yellow Stockings
Ina Garten Davita posted a topic in Independent Shakespeare Company
I thank my stars I am happy. I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove and my stars be praised! — Malvolio Champaca absolute, lemon peel, basmati rice, smoked vanilla husk, and green tea. -
Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? — Sir Toby Belch Hell yeah, we’ll have cakes and ale: honey cakes and stout.
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This is the air; that is the glorious sun; This pearl she gave me, I do feel’t and see’t; And though ’tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Yet ’tis not madness. — Sebastian A vibrant swirl of orange blossom, sweet patchouli, vetiver, and sandalwood.
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Psalm 146:9
Ina Garten Davita posted a topic in Cursed is Anyone Who Withholds Justice from the Foreigner
The Lord watches over the strangers; he upholds the orphan and the widow, but the way of the wicked he brings to ruin. Cacao, labdanum, vetiver, and bourbon vanilla. -
Hebrews 13:1-3
Ina Garten Davita posted a topic in Cursed is Anyone Who Withholds Justice from the Foreigner
Let mutual love continue. Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it. Remember those who are in prison, as though you were in prison with them; those who are being tortured, as though you yourselves were being tortured. Sugar blossom, cinnamon bark, and tobacco absolute. -
Loosed from the satin-pale corset, emerging from a gilded cage, that prison of silence: sweet bourbon vanilla, pale sandalwood, mallow flower, osmanthus, and shards of frankincense. They shut me up in Prose – As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet – Because they liked me “still” – Still! Could themself have peeped – And seen my Brain – go round – They might as wise have lodged a Bird For Treason – in the Pound – Himself has but to will And easy as a Star Look down upon Captivity – And laugh – No more have I – – Emily Dickinson
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Too long degraded, scorned, opprest: a bold, strident red chypre with sweet wild patchouli, bourbon vanilla, Tunisian neroli, tuberose, warm red currant, strawberry, and red labdanum. Yes, injured Woman! rise, assert thy right! Woman! too long degraded, scorned, opprest; O born to rule in partial Law’s despite, Resume thy native empire o’er the breast! Go forth arrayed in panoply divine; That angel pureness which admits no stain; Go, bid proud Man his boasted rule resign, And kiss the golden sceptre of thy reign. Go, gird thyself with grace; collect thy store Of bright artillery glancing from afar; Soft melting tones thy thundering cannon’s roar, Blushes and fears thy magazine of war. Thy rights are empire: urge no meaner claim, – Felt, not defined, and if debated, lost; Like sacred mysteries, which withheld from fame, Shunning discussion, are revered the most. Try all that wit and art suggest to bend Of thy imperial foe the stubborn knee; Make treacherous Man thy subject, not thy friend; Thou mayst command, but never canst be free. Awe the licentious, and restrain the rude; Soften the sullen, clear the cloudy brow: Be, more than princes’ gifts, thy favours sued; – She hazards all, who will the least allow. But hope not, courted idol of mankind, On this proud eminence secure to stay; Subduing and subdued, thou soon shalt find Thy coldness soften, and thy pride give way. Then, then, abandon each ambitious thought, Conquest or rule thy heart shall feebly move, In Nature’s school, by her soft maxims taught, That separate rights are lost in mutual love. – Anna Lætitia Barbauld
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A solid, steadfast blend of patchouli, smoked vanilla husk, ambergris accord, and tawny oudh.
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I Undying Life: lavender, rockrose, and pale woods. No coward soul is mine No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere I see Heaven’s glories shine And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear O God within my breast Almighty ever-present Deity Life, that in me hast rest, As I Undying Life, have power in Thee Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain, Worthless as withered weeds Or idlest froth amid the boundless main To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by thy infinity, So surely anchored on The steadfast rock of Immortality. With wide-embracing love Thy spirit animates eternal years Pervades and broods above, Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears Though earth and moon were gone And suns and universes ceased to be And Thou wert left alone Every Existence would exist in thee There is not room for Death Nor atom that his might could render void Since thou art Being and Breath And what thou art may never be destroyed. – Emily Brontë
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Silk threads unraveling: sheer vanilla and violet leaf with jasmine sambac, white musk, and tea leaf. I sit and sew – a useless task it seems, My hands grown tired, my head weighed down with dreams – The panoply of war, the martial tred of men, Grim-faced, stern-eyed, gazing beyond the ken Of lesser souls, whose eyes have not seen Death, Nor learned to hold their lives but as a breath – But – I must sit and sew. I sit and sew – my heart aches with desire – That pageant terrible, that fiercely pouring fire On wasted fields, and writhing grotesque things Once men. My soul in pity flings Appealing cries, yearning only to go There in that holocaust of hell, those fields of woe – But – I must sit and sew. The little useless seam, the idle patch; Why dream I here beneath my homely thatch, When there they lie in sodden mud and rain, Pitifully calling me, the quick ones and the slain? You need me, Christ! It is no roseate dream That beckons me – this pretty futile seam, It stifles me – God, must I sit and sew? – Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson
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You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming. ― Pablo Neruda Selections from our general catalog of perfumes may have succumbed to frostbite, but never fear! We haven’t lost our molten core of passion for seeing justice served. Consider this our holiday prayer for a reckoning long overdue: May human decency prevail over the corruption and wickedness that endangers so many of our neighbors, and may our government’s assorted agencies be held accountable for their ongoing assault against the civil liberties of those seeking refuge in our land of bountiful freedoms. Proceeds from sales of this perfume will benefit the Refugee and Immigrant Center for Education and Legal Services (RAICES). For more information about their services, please visit https://www.raicestexas.org Melt the hoarfrost of this administration’s cruelty with this scent of warmth, safety, and succor: smoked toffee and patchouli with coffee bean, caramelized oudh, clove, and bourbon vanilla. Disclosure: I purchased 2 bottles of this scent blind because even if this smelled like bottled poo, the meaning behind it is so important in this political climate that I wouldn't even care. That said, it happens to contain a number of notes I tend to love, and I'm hoping it's going to be a knockout In The Bottle: Toffee, chewy caramel and bourbon vanilla. It's warm, sweet and very cozy. I'm falling in love already! Wet On Skin: Oh, my. The above are cut through by the emergence of the clove and oudh, colluding to pull the scent out of merely being a sweet-n-sticky food treat and moving it into a higher plain- more depth, more spice, a rounding out. Dry Down: While I get no patch or coffee, all the other notes are at the party, clove taking a slight lead at this stage, making this a warm and inviting cold-weather scent. It doers exactly as it has set out to do: the fires of love, warmth and inclusion ring true and deep with this scent, reminding us that it is community that keeps the cold hard world at bay. Thank you Beth, for bringing such a visceral reminder into the universe, your love is so strong in the fa ce of oppression that it brings tears to my eyes presently. ❤️❤️❤️
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I created this scent as a symbol of solidarity. It is an autumn scent, swirled with fall leaves, huddled against the cold winds of November. We’re together in this fight. You’re not alone. Bourbon vanilla and vintage champaca absolute with sweet patchouli, dried red fruits, leather accord, pumpkin rind, and a splash of bourbon. We have been wrestling with how to disburse funds for this scent for over a week, and decided that the best impact we can make is by helping the ACLU fight voter suppression. Just got the bottle yesterday, and it is surprisingly . . . foody. (Or perhaps not.) In the bottle: strong vanilla and pumpkin notes, and sweeter than I'd thought it would be. Wet on the skin: the patchouli rises a bit, and there's no mistaking the bourbon notes. The throw decreases some. More updates as it dries. Drydown: sweet fruity bourbon with the pumpkin and the leather JUST peeking out at you (barely).
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Who better to comment on the flips, throws, and visible panty-lines of the pro-wrestling world than a bunch of drag queens? The Nobodies’ ongoing video series maps out this cultural terrain for anyone who might not have otherwise clocked the generous overlap between wrestling and drag. Black Leather and strawberry lip gloss. Whoo, first! In the bottle, artificial fake strawberry and and shiny, patent leather. Maybe the faintest hint of vanilla. This smells soo cheeky. Like you're going out to party, and have a good time. I imagine confidence-boosting tall, leather boots and a bright, pink lipstick. As it dries down, the leather softens a bit, but it's still got a high sillage. The strawberry definitely mellows out, but surprisingly melds really well with the leather. Smells a bit more jam-like. It's like you wore Eat the Strawberries last night while wearing your favorite leather jacket. You put the jacket on the next day, and you still pick up hints of strawberry. It's nice if you're into these 2 notes separately. If you're unsure about leather or strawberry, I would pick up an imp. Edit: as the day wears on, this blends together so well. The artificialness calms down, and it smells like a sweet, fruity, leathery note.