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You Are Mine, You Shall Be Mine, You and I Are One for Ever
doomsday_disco posted a topic in Halloweenie
The consuming intensity of a passion that claims body and soul, blurring the boundaries between longing and obsession, lust and loathing. Ylang ylang and clove evoke the heat of skin against skin, bruised by bittersweet blackcurrant honey kisses. Sometimes after an hour of apathy, my strange and beautiful companion would take my hand and hold it with a fond pressure, renewed again and again; blushing softly, gazing in my face with languid and burning eyes, and breathing so fast that her dress rose and fell with the tumultuous respiration. It was like the ardor of a lover; it embarrassed me; it was hateful and yet over-powering; and with gloating eyes she drew me to her, and her hot lips traveled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, “You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one for ever.” -
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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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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Blood Orange and Champagne.
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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.
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This perfume is a traditional Roman Catholic sacramental incense, most often used during a Solemn Mass. Traditionally, five tears of this incense, each encased individually in wax that has been fashioned into the shape of a nail, are inserted into the paschal candle. This is, of course, represents the Five Wounds of Our Risen Savior. Symbolically, the burning of the incense signifies spiritual fervor, the fragrance itself inspires virtue, and the rising smoke carries our prayers to God.
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A sugar-crusted vanilla peppermint stick!
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Bittersweet chocolate cupcakes whisked with stout and topped with inky dark chocolate frosting.
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Incense and Blackcurrant Sufganiyot.
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Sweet pipe tobacco, cherry wood, the warm, worn leather of an easy chair and a pleasant, subtle waft of fireplace smoke.
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The Day of Kings, the Celebration of the Magi. In Mexico, on January 6th, children place their shoes by their windows. If they have been good during the previous year, the Wise Men tuck gifts into their shoes during the night. Hot cocoa with cinnamon, coffee, and brown sugar.
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Sweet brandy, dark rum, heavy cream, sugar, and a dash of nutmeg.
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Black Pine and Incense Smoke.
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Chase away the sads with a sip from a cheery snowglobe filled with slushy grenadine and lemon-lime soda, topped with a maraschino cherry and illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.
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A hard candy for hard times: bright, sticky berry with an extra crystalline sparkle and just a pinch of grit.
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Runnels of darkly translucent purple syrup sinking into a dome of creamy-fine snow scrapings.
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Lavender cotton candy fur and vanilla popcorn balls, sent skittering out of the kitchen with a good-natured wave of our polished wood rolling pin.