doomsday_disco
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Bright sky blue jelly with a blue sparkle.
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Orange jelly with a glowing orange aurora.
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Dildo, Boxes with Lubricants, and a Plum Blossom Twig Hair Gloss
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Hair
Plum blossom, amber cream, honeysuckle honey, white tea, grapefruit, and apricot. -
Rose gold shimmer jelly with golden aurora.
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Amber cream, red ginger, patchouli, jackfruit, and orange blossom.
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Then said a teacher, Speak to us of Teaching. And he said: No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge. The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple, among his followers, gives not of his wisdom but rather of his faith and his lovingness. If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind. The astronomer may speak to you of his understanding of space, but he cannot give you his understanding. The musician may sing to you of the rhythm which is in all space, but he cannot give you the ear which arrests the rhythm nor the voice that echoes it. And he who is versed in the science of numbers can tell of the regions of weight and measure, but he cannot conduct you thither. For the vision of one man lends not its wings to another man. And even as each one of you stands alone in God’s knowledge, so must each one of you be alone in his knowledge of God and in his understanding of the earth. A perfume for knowledge and the wisdom to wield it well: frankincense, green cedar, white sandalwood, bay leaf, and hyssop.
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“Oh, I’m burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? Why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. Open the window again wide: fasten it open!” An incandescent amber storm. Strata of glowing ambers piled deep and restless, molten and honeyed, threaded with dark, resinous veins that pulse like blood under skin. Free, wild, elemental: the storm at her heart, beating against the glass until it shatters.
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Asian pear, pear sugar, lemon zest, and white musk.
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Bamboo, green fig, narcissus, white patchouli, tobacco flower, white tea, lemon verbena, and oakmoss.
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Cardamom cream, sweet bourbon, tolu balsam, toasted bamboo, raw cacao, and hinoki.
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Red plum blossom, labdanum, lemon peel, sweet patchouli, black cherry, King mandarin, violet musk, and sugared rose amber.
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Teakwood, tolu balsam, beeswax, lilac cream, polished amber, and spiced honey.
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Red peony, sweet red wine, plum blossom, cherry blossom, honeyed apricot, salted yuzu, saffron threads, cedarwood, dark patchouli, and black amber.
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Even Game, Fair Trade, Ending, Detumescence, Masturbation
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Lupercalia
Plum blossom, red camellia, pomegranate pulp, ume syrup, powdered rice, green tea steam, clove bud, sandalwood, black lacquer accord, smoked amber, and a tangle of skin musks. -
Heliotrope, black plum, muguet, tolu balsam, violet wine, labdanum, frankincense, and mauve patchouli.
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Polished ebony, honeyed tea, lemon peel, plum rind, blueberry blossom silk, and white mint.
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White musk, cherry blossoms, plum blossoms, lilac petals, and white tea.
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Prototype of an unreleased scent for a media tie-in. A perfume for shapeshifters, charmers, and agents of chaos and transformations. Green-gilded leather, patchouli leaf, golden bergamot, agarwood, fiery clove, ti leaf, and amber.
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Purple Sage & Pinon.
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Pomegranate and Animalic Musk.
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Slushy white mint, vanilla cream, lemon drops, grapefruit, and yuzu!
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Pomegranate and Burning Leaves.
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Not exactly my definition of a happy Christmas, but to each their own. Wild pansies, white honey, and frothy cream.
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Fir needle, white chiffon, honey dust, moss velvet, white musk, and baby’s breath. Franz Skarbina
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The Wissahickon is one of my favorite places in the world, and whenever we can, Ted and I lose ourselves in its winding paths. This painting calls to mind one of our favorite trails in autumn, when the leaves have begun to surrender to the earth and sunlight filters through ember, rust, and gold. The air is rich with the breath of living things, the green pulse of growth softened and deepened by the bitter sweetness of decay. Olga Wisinger-Florian