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Heliotrope, black plum, muguet, tolu balsam, violet wine, labdanum, frankincense, and mauve patchouli.
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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
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Sugared pear and wild violets with orris butter, coconut milk, white musk, and vanilla silk. “How romantic you are, Carmilla,” I said. “Whenever you tell me your story, it will be made up chiefly of some one great romance.” She kissed me silently. “I am sure, Carmilla, you have been in love; that there is, at this moment, an affair of the heart going on.” “I have been in love with no one, and never shall,” she whispered, “unless it should be with you.” How beautiful she looked in the moonlight! Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled. Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. “Darling, darling,” she murmured, “I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so.”
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I haven’t had much sleep lately, so this is the best I could do for a name. This scent is part of an unreleased comedy/horror animation project, based on an illustrated character concept of a dapper skeleton. White sandalwood, white pepper, orris root, angelica, and chalk.
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A mountain rises between the Lovers, separating yet connecting, suggesting that union, transcendence, and spiritual ascent require hard work, perseverance, and the surmounting of obstacles. The mountain is the path to integration, a symbol repeated across depictions of the Lovers. Nothing worthwhile comes easily. Stone and well-tread mosses warmed by golden resins, wind howling across crag and cliff, and white-capped with sunlit frankincense.
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Above the Lovers hovers the archangel Raphael, God Heals, their arms outstretched in affirmation and sanctification. Their benediction is aloft on the winds of Mercury: blessings of communication, intellect, conscious choice, and discernment. The red of their wings burns with passion purified. Blessed by divine provenance and guidance, the Lovers join. White frankincense warmed with molten red amber, violet petals carried on an airy current, and pale plumes of incense lifting towards the heavens.
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Behind the woman stands the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, heavy with the fruits of wisdom and temptation. A serpent winds through its limbs, whispering, You shall not surely die; for God knows that in the day you eat of it your eyes shall be opened. Knowledge, like desire, is double-edged: it can awaken, but can also destroy. But without the serpent’s gift, we cannot achieve self-determination, autonomy, or free will, and without those, love and life itself are meaningless. Black fig dipped in spiced pomegranate syrup.
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The Tree of Life bearing twelve flaming fruits, emblematic of the twelve signs of the zodiac. In the flames burn consciousness, passion, and the material, sensual pleasure bound into human existence. In these fiery branches, the Lovers are challenged with questions of moral discernment, conscience, and consequence, and in the shadow cast by these flames, the soul is challenged before union can be achieved. Twelve fiery fruits ablaze with saffron and clove-spiced labdanum held aloft in arching acacia branches.
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Peonies and poppies are two of my favorite May flowers, and all the more so now that we’ve moved to Philadelphia, where you see them in countless gardens. Continuing with the theme of serpents making their way through urban landscapes, I’ve created something for myself that I want to share – a Snake Oil-infused bouquet of poppies, peonies, melancholy heartsease, and the last bruised winter hellebores dusted with sandalwood and bound with a vanilla-white silk ribbon.
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Pink jelly with a golden flash.
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Metallic ruby red jelly.
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Metallic crimson jelly.
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Opaque plum purple crelly.
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Cranberry jelly with shifting black flakes.
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Pink jelly with pink & holo glitter.
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Pink metallic shift jelly with iridescent rainbow flakes.
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Red Honey, Sweet Labdanum, and Dusk Rose.
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Wildflower Honey and Honey Dust.