Jenjin
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Apple custard with sherry and lemon zest.
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A lightly jiggling glop of cold brew, vanilla pudding, dark chocolate, and crushed chocolate cream cookies.
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Teakwood, bamboo, and cypress with amber oud, crystallized ginger, and ti leaf.
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No jokes here: who wouldn’t love a heart-shaped hot tub? A bubbling vat of red musk, sweet red wine, benzoin, red oudh, and lush magnolia.
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Freshwater lichen, osmanthus absolute, yuzu, blonde tobacco, frankincense, pink apple, a waft of incense, and green tea.
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Many an hour has been whiled away in this gentlemanly retreat: skin-warmed steel, fresh cedar shavings, a creamy fougere lather, a soothing splash of orange blossom water, and the distant memory of blood and bandages.
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“Perfume, not poppers!” Put it in Latin on our family crest. The contents of this 5ml apothecary bottle are certainly nothing illicit, no ma’am. Just a nice, relaxing olfactory swan dive into the abyss, under the barest pretense of home entertainment hygiene. (Please note: this perfume contains no actual video head cleaner. No alcohol, no acetone, no amyl nitrate, no xylene. It is an accord meant to mimic and celebrate the scent profile and tone of poppers without explicitly smelling like poppers or having a popper’iffic effect.)
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Samurai on a Bridge Battling a Ghost While Making Love to a Woman
Jenjin posted a topic in Lupercalia
Steel, leather, and scarlet chypre, pomegranate incense, tobacco absolute, nagarmotha, saffron, Ceylon cinnamon, champaca, and red oud. -
White honey, warm musk, and ambrette seed. All shrines that were Vestal are flameless, But the flame has not fallen from this; Though obscure be the god, and though nameless The eyes and the hair that we kiss; Low fires that love sits by and forges Fresh heads for his arrows and thine; Hair loosened and soiled in mid orgies With kisses and wine.
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Oakmoss-infused vanilla bourbon, smoked lilac petals, and orris butter.
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Golden amber, frankincense, white ginger, and oudh. When, with flame all around him aspirant, Stood flushed, as a harp-player stands, The implacable beautiful tyrant, Rose-crowned, having death in his hands; And a sound as the sound of loud water Smote far through the flight of the fires, And mixed with the lightning of slaughter A thunder of lyres.
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George Pauli - Evening Reading Soft leather and aged paper, linen sheets, lamp oil, lavender sachets, a splash of rosewater, and a faint tendril of fading hearthsmoke.
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Red musk, wildflower honey, elemi, tangerine, and mint. O lips full of lust and of laughter, Curled snakes that are fed from my breast, Bite hard, lest remembrance come after And press with new lips where you pressed.
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The cry of the cicada Gives us no sign That presently they will die – Matsuo Bashō, translated by William George Aston This year, the forests of the eastern United States will be abuzz (pun intended) with the concurrent emergence of two separate broods, the 17-year-old Brood XIII and 13-year-old Brood XIX. A cicada extravaganza like this one hasn’t been seen since 1803! A scent fit for a Swarmageddon: soft, dark soil, black pepper, tonka bean, decaying leaves, licorice root, ambrette seed, sweet vetiver, bourbon vanilla, oakmoss, brown labdanum, elm bark, vegetable leather, clary sage, 13-year aged patchouli, 17-year aged patchouli, and two bright red specs of dragon’s blood resin.
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Cypress needles, Japanese cedar, brown leather accord, maple leaf, and sweet patchouli.
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Rice milk, hay absolute, Oolong tea, honey dust, champaca, frankincense smoke, golden sandalwood, and heliotrope.
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Misty ambergris accord and hinoki wood with juniper berries, galbanum, and palo santo.
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Pine pitch brocade, amber incense smoke, Mysore sandalwood, myrrh, red benzoin, inky patchouli, and an oakmoss fougere.
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Morning glory petals, twining dew-covered vines, and lilac butter.
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Odilon Redon - Death: My Irony Surpasses All Others! An inky, desolate, unfathomable black musk.
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White oakmoss, plum silk, tuberose, gilded cedar, blue lotus, and red labdanum.
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Valentine Cameron Prinsep Summer’s last blooms encased in frost: chilled dahlias, marigolds, wild roses and ranunculus strewn across icy grasses.
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Sweet, sorrowful, doomed longing: somnambulic lavender, wild plum, Siamese benzoin, and sugared opium tar. Vous me baisez comme une soeur: Ces baisers sont pleins de douceur; Mais souffrez que je les condamne. Je ne suis qu’un mortel, ô[ô] nouvelle Diane, Pourquoi me traitez-vous ainsi qu’un Apollon? Je serai trop heureux du sort d’Endimion. You kiss me like a sister, Kisses filled with sweetness; Yet you must allow me to condemn them, For I’m only mortal, my Diane; Why treat me like Apollo great? I’d be so happy with Endymion’s fate. – Pauline de Simiane