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Sissy, The Ascendant

1 Reviews
4.00 out of 5

$26

Sissy

Sissy, The Ascendant

1 Reviews
4.00 out of 5

$26

Sassafras and smoke for black vulture feathers, and King mandarin and red musk for the deep red-orange of the vulture’s face. Blue lilac and chamomile / opoponax and vetiver for the blue and black of her eyes. Vanilla bean and fig represent her innate goodness and instinctive kindness.

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++PRETTY DEADLY
Perfume oil blends, $26.00 per 5ml bottle.
Presented in an amber apothecary glass vial.
Because of the nature of this project, imps are unavailable.
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PRETTY DEADLY is a mythic western, a tale of retribution and redemption, that begins at the gallows and ends in Death’s domain.  It is a story told by a dead rabbit to a butterfly, that you are invited to quietly overhear.

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Kelly Sue DeConnick and Emma Rios KELLY SUE DECONNICK (Avengers Assemble, Captain Marvel) & EMMA RÍOS (Dr. Strange, Osborn) reunite to bring you an all-new ongoing series that marries the magical realism of Sandman with the western brutality of Preacher. Death’s daughter rides the wind on a horse made of smoke and her face bears the skull marks of her father. Her tale of retribution is as beautifully lush as it is unflinchingly savage.

1 review for Sissy, The Ascendant

  1. 4 out of 5

    (verified owner) – :

    This is fancy root beer scent. The sassafras is large and in charge, sweetened with vanilla and fig. I was expecting more smoke and musk which really doesn’t show up on me. It does get less sweet and more herbal as it drys. All in all a good scent that I think will be good for layering.

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