doomsday_disco Report post Posted September 23 Passion's mouth and death's kiss. A chiaroscuro of scent, death's chill shadow entwined with the feverish blush of life. Black narcissus coils around spectral tuberose, sighing against a heart of spiced carnation and amber. A funeral drape of myrrh and styrax folds into the sweetness of candied violet, pierced by a dry crackle of papyrus and dust. On the skin, it smolders -- half funeral incense, half intoxicated bloom -- an olfactory waltz of ruin and rapture. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
