Jenjin
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Lemon Peel, Frankincense, and Mastic
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Merlot and Frankincense
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New Mown Hay, Tobacco Flower, and Cassia
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A scarecrow’s cologne, crunchy with hay and spattered with foamy, sweet soil: a cornmeal fougere with patchouli root, clove bud, honey stout, roasted oats, fermented apple pulp, and bourbon cream.
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This is an instant love for me. I'm wearing it right now, and I smell like Cottagecore. Someone who got tired of the city, and bought an Alpaca farm in the woods. Romping the countryside with velvet fur hounds, filling my blog with perfect photos highlighting the Queen Anne Victorian gingerbread houses I create, all while writing a book about Dark Academia. Occasionally I ride my leather lined Fiat convertible back to the city and invite lovers to my wild woods for a nuzzle beside the fire ( and to nosh gingerbread). It's good, it's VERY good and after some years it will be iconic.
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Pomegranate, Kyphi, and Oud grove.
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Dorian's in the attic getting phat on cupcakes. Rich tea flavored cakes spread high with the most delicious vanilla buttercream. It's completely something beyond iconic Dorian. It's oh so creamy and warm on my arm. I get most of the tea at the beginning, until a "poof" of sweet vanilla takes over and blankets the musks. My #1 for 2023 ***editing to say take this subjectively cause I still have a few more to try
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There was a pumpkin floating in the swamp. Every day it would bob and drift, floating around with the alligators and the gar. Amber-touched pumpkin rind and murky oud plunked into a boggy melange of mosses.
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Our friend, Lee Moyer, asked if Lilith could be a model for an illustration of Wednesday Addams that he was working on. They wanted a photo of her in a lab and of course I jumped at the chance to take a photo of my baby. I grabbed my camera and we set up a little table. We had so much fun decorating the table. Lilith was running around grabbing things and saying, “Can we use this? Can we use that?” Luckily for her, there’s no shortage of creepy things scattered around her house. A little kid’s interpretation of a gothy goth perfume: sugared clove and vanilla patchouli with cacao, dried Avignon rose petals, and a bit of black cherry. Ahhhh, sugar crusted spices all swimming around in creamy, dreamy perfect patch. The beautiful clove is the top note, along with heavenly vanilla and the fizzy cherry notes, this verges on being gourmand in a candied way. The rose is dry and delicately entwines with the heavier dark notes, this is so pretty and youthful for a spiced fragrance. I seriously love sugared scents, and Wednesday hits my sweet spots just right. I can also see this becoming even more glorious in a few months as the cherry note deepens with the rose, and it really is a happy shoegazer girly version of Goth Queen to me.
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Getting a lavender cornbread sort of scent upon application. No coconut yet, or the corn is actually wet coconut. I'm of the minority not loving this wet. It really gets going for me after it dries. Yesterday, kept smelling something and realized it was this. LOVE the dry version, all floofy sugared whipped cream with the slightest hint of coconut on crust. The lavender note is minimal, in the background giving a purple tinge YUMMY
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Styrax, Strawberries, and Red Labdanum
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A calming, affirming fragrance to help motivate Santa through the daunting tasks which await him year after year: Sugar plum lavender marshmallows.
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Mary Hiester Reid A riot of late-summer color: hollyhocks, anemone, rose mallow, dahlias, toad lilies, agapanthus, cock’s comb, and helenium in a rolling bed of sweet grasses and hearty mosses.
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Smokin Weed and Eatin Fruitcake.
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A sugar-crusted vanilla peppermint stick!
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A chilly, bright perfume: flurries of virgin snow, crisp winter wind and the faintest breath of night-blooming flowers.
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In dramatic contrast to the soft innocence of Snow White and the dew-kissed freshness of her sister, Rose Red, this is a blood red, voluptuous rose, velvet-petaled, at the height of bloom. Haughty and imperious, vain, yet incomparably lovely to the eye, but thick with thorns of jealousy, pride and hatred.
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The perfected winter rose, dew covered and freshly cut.
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A very special Yuletide sponsorship scent, dressed up for a scandalous night on the town: Red velvet fruitcake with buttercream and a splash of cologne.
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Welsh cakes and ale with a smattering of dried lavender. An echo of the rites of Rhiannon, the Great Queen and Mother of Horses, the Mari Lwyd is a Midwinter tradition in Wales. The beribboned Grey Mare travels door to door with her entourage, seeking permission to wassail and initiate a contest of wit: the pwnco, a battle of improvised verses filled with good-natured ridicule set to song. If the Mari party were victorious, they were invited into the home to partake of ale and cakes and provide entertainment for the family.
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Shaggy fur, snow-flecked and rose-touched.
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Perfectly crusty and yeasty with a pillowy-soft interior, sprinkled with lavender sea salt and brushed with herbed olive oil.
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The Lab isn’t open to the public, but you can smell it from the street: hundreds of tiny wooden bottles of Snake Oil, marked with wee paper labels and packed off in tiny cardboard boxes.
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A sun-faded plasticky shell of lemony gold, frankincense, and myrrh, illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.
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Something to hold and play with during the solitude imposed by winter: cool porcelain cheeks glowing with a blush of spun sugar, lacy carnation frills delicately strung with pearlescent snowberries, and the faintest dusting of chimney soot.
