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Fear and fascination: blackened vetiver, amber smoke, clove, and oudh. …It was a sooty-black animal that resembled a monstrous cat. It appeared to me about four or five feet long for it measured fully the length of the hearthrug as it passed over it; and it continued to-ing and fro-ing with the lithe, sinister restlessness of a beast in a cage. I could not cry out, although as you may suppose, I was terrified.
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Luminous and serene: a soft breeze of sun-kissed neroli passing over a lush bouquet of honeysuckle, osmanthus, tea rose, vanilla chiffon, and gleaming amber. Frederic Leighton
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Parasitic intoxication: narcissus, opium poppy, and red orchid veiled in heliotrope, blush sandalwood, and crushed violet. Carmilla became more devoted to me than ever, and her strange paroxysms of languid adoration more frequent. She used to gloat on me with increasing ardor the more my strength and spirits waned. This always shocked me like a momentary glare of insanity.
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Cinnamon, nutmeg, Austrian chocolate, and black musk.
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Inevitable surrender. Opening with a heady blend of blood orange and black cherry, the heart of this perfume pulsates with narcotic jasmine, sinuous tuberose, blood amber, vanilla silk, and deep red labdanum. In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die — die, sweetly die — into mine. I cannot help it; as I draw near to you, you, in your turn, will draw near to others, and learn the rapture of that cruelty, which yet is love; so, for a while, seek to know no more of me and mine, but trust me with all your loving spirit.” And when she had spoken such a rhapsody, she would press me more closely in her trembling embrace, and her lips in soft kisses gently glow upon my cheek.
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The season’s first snowdrop, stark white and spring green against a backdrop of black ink and myrrh resin.
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Take a break from pondering that orb, and mull over this mug! Sweet oud infused with fermented apple, allspice, cinnamon sticks, ginger root, clove, orange slices, and bourbon.
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Happy EIGHTEENTH ANNIVERSARY to our Krampus perfume! Brown leather and a bundle of switches encased in pale white orris root and rice powder, translucent white musk, Himalayan ambrette seed, and milky vanilla.
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Take the Lab's Sugar Cookie scent and smush some pine needles into it, and you get Eighteenth Lash. That's it. That's the scent. It starts off more pine forward, but very quickly becomes all about the Lab's Sugar Cookie scent with a hint of pine. I wish the pine stuck around longer, but I like the Lab's Sugar Cookie scent, so I'm not mad. I'm about to go layer it with Thirteenth Lash and see how that goes!
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Vanillekipferl plunked in a pile of pine needles.
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This is a birch party. The birch is cool and sweet and similar to the birch in the trio Cypress, Eucalpytus, and Birch Tar. The clove in this blend is very subdued. I only get a little bit of it when I go looking for it, and I'm not sure I'd detect it if I didn't know if it were in the blend. I'm a clove lover, though, so maybe it would be better to get a report back on that from someone who is anti-clove. I like this and recommend it to anyone who is looking for a birch-centric scent.
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Icicle-laden birch branches and clove bud.
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The secret to this treat is the apple cider reduction infused in the dough. What you dunk it in is up to you! (Please do not dunk your nether bits or any other sensitive body parts into this oil.)
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Thick slices of coconut-frosted coconut cake dunked in a vat of Snake Oil.
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Apple Pulp and Oats.
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The shed of autumn is a fiery blaze of reds, oranges, and yellows, their embers raining down and collecting at my feet. Each leaf that falls thins the veil between the worlds, between the crisp exhilaration of the fall and the barren stillness of winter. November wind is the prelude to the ghosts of the year, when the stories are still being whispered through the woods before the silence of snow. An explosion of autumn: Leaves, Vanilla, and Leather.
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Chills and thrills, but certainly no frills: a polluted, rough-riding version of the Traditional Sheet Ghost: cool white cotton, marshmallow fluff, and lemony Oman frankincense, marred with suspicious blotches of coconut oil and a cigarette burn.
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Their ears rang with that silent echo, a spreading emptiness. A suffocating pumpkin kyphi soaked in dark red wine and darkened by vetiver, opoponax, and black oud.
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The scent of mysteries sunken deep beneath the surface: the damp richness of bog earth and a gnarl of vetiver root intertwined with ancient lichen, soft oakmoss, and a warm exhale of tonka.
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Black oud spookied up with pumpkin puree, amaretto, scorched caramel, almond paste, cacao nibs, and honey.
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Tomato fruit and leaf, a skritch of soil, spicy geranium petals, orange blossom, marigold, and sultry musk. Takahashi Shōtei
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A paean to ancient malevolence and the unseen forces that grasp and scratch at the living like gnarled roots clawing through blood-stained soil in midnight forests: patchouli, mandrake root, black pepper, and fossilized amber. “How came the village to be deserted?” asked the General. “It was troubled by revenants, sir; several were tracked to their graves, there detected by the usual tests, and extinguished in the usual way, by decapitation, by the stake, and by burning; but not until many of the villagers were killed. “But after all these proceedings according to law,” he continued — “so many graves opened, and so many vampires deprived of their horrible animation — the village was not relieved. But a Moravian nobleman, who happened to be traveling this way, heard how matters were, and being skilled—as many people are in his country—in such affairs, he offered to deliver the village from its tormentor. He did so thus: There being a bright moon that night, he ascended, shortly after sunset, the towers of the chapel here, from whence he could distinctly see the churchyard beneath him; you can see it from that window. From this point he watched until he saw the vampire come out of his grave, and place near it the linen clothes in which he had been folded, and then glide away towards the village to plague its inhabitants.
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Candied plum, champaca blossom, exotic spices, and heady incense smoke swirls with the opulence of Hojari frankincense, evoking the splendor of purple silk adorned with gold embroidery.
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Gleaming red-tinged eyes peering from the shadows. Ink stains and smoke weave tendrils through aged blackened patchouli, rich amber, and infernal musk.
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Bodegón Con Cesto de Frutas, Melocotones, Granadas Y Bernegal
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Peaches, pomegranates, black figs, baked red clay, and cacao spiced with chili peppers and sweetened with honey. Juan de Zurbarán