Jenjin
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Artist - Marian Wawrzeniecki Cracked leather binding and aged, yellowing, blood-soaked paper, clove bud, green silk, sandalwood incense, agarwood, black sesame, and thorns. April Art: A Moment of Joy April is a moment of joy for those who have survived the winter. – Samuel Johnson
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Lavender, white fig, and Atlas cedar. By the hunger of change and emotion, By the thirst of unbearable things, By despair, the twin-born of devotion, By the pleasure that winces and stings, The delight that consumes the desire, The desire that outruns the delight, By the cruelty deaf as a fire And blind as the night…
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Boo, you whore. Our trampiest peach to-date: overripe peach pulp infused with red musk, sultry black velvet musk, sweet honeyed fig, frilly vanilla, balsamic amber, and raw dark patchouli.
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Shaggy spiced russet amber splattered by rice pudding, cocoa powder, and globs of cotton candy.
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Rose Buds, Mushrooms, and Moss
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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/ Crown of Apollo, instrument of Pythian divination, symbol of higher learning: bay laurel and calamus gilded with fossilized amber.
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Shrubby and fresh: musky amber and copaiba balsam with neatly-mowed grass, well-trimmed hornbeam, upturned soil, and breezy spring blossoms.
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A soothing, contemplative blend of fresh aster leaves, green tea, zucchini flower, and sandalwood incense.
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The cost of protection proved to be more than any one person could pay. Smoky vetiver, flaming sparks of black pepper, clove, and nutmeg, charred wood, and dark amber.
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Mountain laurel petals limned in pale pink settling among boughs of hemlock, soft mosses, and dark lichens. This is a floral scent overall, but one that entwines itself in a grey, moss covered cemetery after a storm. I get the velvety moss, earthy lichens, something floral and illuminating hemlock. Just after application, it is extraordinarily fragrant. A blossom that is lovely to look at, but if you sink your nose deeply into it, you might get light headed and woozy. It settles down quickly and I am enveloped in delicious bitterness. The separate notes entangling themselves into a velvet, dry floral mixed with an equal measure of swampy moss. Soft plodding through a crumbling cemetery of heavy, leaning branches, with forgotten flowers left behind on muddy, gravestones black from mold and rain. Darkly atmospheric, elegant yet moody, I can't help but think of torn and tattered lace dresses, wilted flower crowns, and dreams of marbled gloom outlined with silvered-pink edges.
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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. I will wash my hands among the innocent; and will compass thy altar, O Lord: That I may hear the voice of thy praise: and tell of all thy wondrous works. I have loved, O Lord, the beauty of thy house; and the place where thy glory dwelleth. Take not away my soul, O God, with the wicked: nor my life with bloody men: In whose hands are iniquities: their right hand is filled with gifts. But as for me, I have walked in my innocence: redeem me, and have mercy on me. My foot hath stood in the direct way: in the churches I will bless thee, O Lord. In Roman Catholic tradition, the Christmas season begins liturgically on Christmas Eve, though it is forbidden to celebrate the Christmas Mass before midnight. The most devout attend Midnight Mass, celebrating both the Eucharist and the drama of the Nativity. Credo in unum Deum, Patrem omnipotentem, factorem caeli et terrae, visibilium omnium et invisibilium. Et in unum Dominum Iesum Christum, Filium Dei unigenitum, et ex Patre natum ante omnia saecula. Deum de Deo, Lumen de Lumine, Deum verum de Deo vero, genitum non factum, consubstantialem Patri; per quem omnia facta sunt. Qui propter nos homines et propter nostram salutem descendit de caelis. Et incarnatus est de Spiritu Sancto ex Maria Virgine, et homo factus est. Crucifixus etiam pro nobis sub Pontio Pilato, passus et sepultus est, et resurrexit tertia die, secundum Scripturas, et ascendit in caelum, sedet ad dexteram Patris. Et iterum venturus est cum gloria, iudicare vivos et mortuos, cuius regni non erit finis. Et in Spiritum Sanctum, Dominum et vivificantem, qui ex Patre procedit. Qui cum Patre et Filio simul adoratur et conglorificatur: qui locutus est per prophetas. Et unam, sanctam, catholicam et apostolicam Ecclesiam. Confiteor unum baptisma in remissionem peccatorum. Et expecto resurrectionem mortuorum, et vitam venturi saeculi. Amen.
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A dribble of Dorian and a squiggle of Snake Oil, delicately stirred with a moss-crusted muddy shovel.
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The cadaver, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind: a chilly whoosh of dead leaves seasoned with the perfect amount of smog.
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Gingerbread thickened with molasses and patchouli, spiced with Snake oil, and frosted with sugared vanilla bean.
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White sandalwood, black cypress, wormwood, creeping willow, and rue. In yesterday’s reach and to-morrow’s, Out of sight though they lie of to-day, There have been and there yet shall be sorrows That smite not and bite not in play. The life and the love thou despisest, These hurt us indeed, and in vain, O wise among women, and wisest, Our Lady of Pain.
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For the most discerning vampires. Dragon’s blood resin, black cherry, clove, cardamom, black leather, and kyphi smoke.
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The chord vibrated in the air between them — a connection point. Hay-dusted oak, honey mead, pumpkin rind, vetiver root, corn husk, and maple leaves.
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The mouth opened and closed like an eye, like a door, like anything but a mouth. Scorched candy corn and melted toffees
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The tone of her reply was lower than expected, and more demanding. Pumpkin cream, caramel-coated marshmallow, crushed candy corn, lemon peel, and belladonna honey.
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Corpse white and bruise-purple, sacred datura is native to my west coast homeland. A seductive, heady, hypnotic bloom, as poisonous as it is beautiful.
