Jenjin
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Crypt chic for captivating cadavers: gleaming bone-white sandalwood encrusted with tomb moss, black champaca, and incense smoke.
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Otherworldly luminescent blossoms shimmering in a mist-veiled forest glen.
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Shaggy spiced russet amber splattered by rice pudding, cocoa powder, and globs of cotton candy.
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A soothing, contemplative blend of fresh aster leaves, green tea, zucchini flower, and sandalwood incense.
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Protip: make sure they all live happily ever after. Dragon's blood resin, lavender bud, hops, fir needle, and incense smoke.
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Green tea and blackcurrant with cassis, lemon peel, raspberry leaf, and white pine.
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Snow-covered bamboo reeds, white pear, plum blossoms, honeyed green tea, and Japanese narcissus.
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Bloop! White and pink lotus, calla lilies, and freshwater pearls in a swirl of apricot, tangerine, mimosa, and mandarin. Mayday Art: She Comes With Footsteps Light What potent blood hath modest May. – Ralph Waldo Emerson Artist - Franz Hein
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Honeyed labdanum, neroli, vanilla husk, night blooming jasmine, ink rose petals, and pale threads of incense smoke.
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Blood red velvet, a crack of polished leather, rosewater, and brandy
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Rose sap, gleaming ivy, orris root, sweet oakmoss, pine needle, lime rind, and juniper.
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An almost grotesquely sensual, indolic cookie perfume.
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Hans Printz Blackened lilac, lavender incense tar, bone sandalwood, labdanum, hemlock accord, and frankincense tears.
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Soft, sweet bourbon vanilla and sensuous benzoin nestled in a haven of lilac blooms. April Art: A Moment of Joy April is a moment of joy for those who have survived the winter. – Samuel Johnson Artist - Marc Chagall
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Incandescent lemon rind, apple wine, and Calabrian bergamot gleaming through velvety blue lavender, black cashmere, Laotian oud, and deep, rich, 2-year aged patchouli. And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days. – James Russell Lowell Artist - Luis Ricardo Valero
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Pale frankincense, styrax, East African black patchouli, cinnamon leaf, rosewood, and palisander. Who has known all the evil before us, Or the tyrannous secrets of time? Though we match not the dead men that bore us At a song, at a kiss, at a crime– Though the heathen outface and outlive us, And our lives and our longings are twain– Ah, forgive us our virtues, forgive us, Our Lady of Pain.
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Honeysuckle, Moroccan jasmine, and opium smoke. In a twilight where virtues are vices, In thy chapels, unknown of the sun, To a tune that enthralls and entices, They were wed, and the twain were as one. For the tune from thine altar hath sounded Since God bade the world’s work begin, And the fume of thine incense abounded, To sweeten the sin.
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Thick blankets of moss embracing river-smoothed stones, a cascade of shimmering amber, and heady white petals. April Art: A Moment of Joy April is a moment of joy for those who have survived the winter. – Samuel Johnson Alexander Rothaug Die-Wunderblume-april-art-2024-WEB.webp
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Crimson roses, poppies white and red. Lilies, lilies not for me, Flowers of the pure and saintly ― I have seen in holy places Where the incense rises faintly, And the priest the chalice raises, Lilies in the altar vases, Not for me. Leave untouched each garden tree, Kings and queens of flower-land. When the summer evening closes, Lovers may-be hand in hand There will seek for crimson roses, There will bind their wreaths and posies Merrily. From the corn-fields where we met Pluck me poppies white and red; Bind them round my weary brain, Strew them on my narrow bed, Numbing all the ache and pain. ― I shall sleep nor wake again, But forget. – Digby Mackworth Dolben
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Red roses, heady Moroccan musk, cinnamon, lobelia, coconut flesh, magnolia blossoms, and tobacco tar. Could you hurt me, sweet lips, though I hurt you? Men touch them, and change in a trice The lilies and languors of virtue For the raptures and roses of vice; Those lie where thy foot on the floor is, These crown and caress thee and chain, O splendid and sterile Dolores, Our Lady of Pain.
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Sumatran patchouli, blood musk, white lavender, opium tar, and black orchid. Cold eyelids that hide like a jewel Hard eyes that grow soft for an hour; The heavy white limbs, and the cruel Red mouth like a venomous flower; When these are gone by with their glories, What shall rest of thee then, what remain, O mystic and sombre Dolores, Our Lady of Pain?
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A solitary track stretched out upon the world: grey amber and white oud, ti leaf, vanilla ash and white sandalwood. ❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️ Snow: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight deeper and deeper for three days or sixty years, eh? Then the sun! a clutter of yellow and blue flakes — Hairy looking trees stand out in long alleys over a wild solitude. The man turns and there — his solitary track stretched out upon the world. – William Carlos Williams
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This year we'll be donating to Athlete Ally, a wonderful org striving to help improve LGBTQI+ inclusivity in sports and athletics programs for all ages. They provide resources and curricula for students, teachers, coaches, and teams. https://www.athleteally.org/ The prize historically awarded to victors in the ancient Olympic games: an anointed circlet of leafy branches cut from the sacred wild-olive tree near the temple of Zeus.
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The shuddering beat of a poet’s heart ―filigree-fair, diaphanous: bourbon vanilla fougere, violet leaf, iris root, Italian bergamot, porcelain accord, and a trickle of red musk. Well, if my heart must break, Dear love, for your sake, It will break in music, I know; Poets’ hearts break so. But strange that I was not told, That the brain can hold In a tiny ivory cell God’s Heaven and Hell. – Oscar Wilde
