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Solve. No judgment from us: whatever you did, you surely had your reasons! Instead we’ll simply break down your stubborn resistance to virtue with a dose of black leather, patchouli, and sweet oud, dissipating any lingering angst with a volley of lemon peel, dried plum, opium pod, cardamom, hazelnut, almond, and dates.
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Thirteen scents of comfort; a supplication for safety and succor during turbulent, dark times. Warm wool, fresh baked bread, steaming black tea, and a gooey brownie spiced with fresh ginger, green cardamom, black peppercorn, coriander, clove bud, fennel, star anise, honey, and cream.
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Rooibos tea, a scattering of russet leaves, maple sap, and the fast-fading scent of once-green grass. Hans Andersen Brendekilde
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Desiccated mulberries, yellowing mulberry leaves, lemon peel haze. Vincent Van Gogh
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White sandalwood, orris root, ambergris, vetiver root, cardamom, white cedar, and black pepper. Andrew Wyeth
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Vanilla sponge cake, royal icing, pudding wine, honey dust, and black fig. Rubens Peale
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Graham Cracker and Hazelnut.
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Violet and Vanilla Chiffon.
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Brandy and Apple Peel.
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Blackcurrant and Iced Lemon.
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Beaver Moon: Blackberry and Tobacco Absolute
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Duets & Menage A Trois
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A slightly more sinister take on our usual Beaver Moon offerings: black cherry and blackberry cheesecake with a smear of chocolate brandy sauce.
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O transient voyager of heaven! O silent sign of winter skies! What adverse wind thy sail has driven To dungeons where a prisoner lies? Methinks the hands that shut the sun So sternly from this mourning brow Might still their rebel task have done And checked a thing so frail as thou They would have done it had they known The talisman that dwelt in thee, For all the suns that ever shone Have never been so kind to me! For many a week, and many a day My heart was weighed with sinking gloom When morning rose in mourning grey And faintly lit my prison room But angel like, when I awoke, Thy silvery form so soft and fair Shining through darkness, sweetly spoke Of cloudy skies and mountains bare The dearest to a mountaineer Who, all life long has loved the snow That crowned her native summits drear, Better, than greenest plains below – And voiceless, soulless messenger Thy presence waked a thrilling tone That comforts me while thou art here And will sustain when thou art gone – Emily Brontë Morning rising in mourning grey: tobacco flower, white oud, lavender bud, and ambergris accord.
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A perfume simply inspired by a vintage Christmas postcard. Rose cream, jasmine cream, mallow, vanilla foam, and sweet amber.