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JOHN WATSON PERFUME OIL

I know, my dear Watson, that you share my love of all that is bizarre and outside the conventions and humdrum routine of everyday life.

Tweed and crisp linen, lime-tinged aftershave, the sleek steel and oil of a well-cared for service revolver, and the echo of a Jezail bullet shell.

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John Watson Perfume Oil
221B Baker Street

It was on a bitterly cold and frosty morning during the winter of ā€˜97 that I was awakened by a tugging at my shoulder. It was Holmes. The candle in his hand shone upon his eager, stooping face and told me at a glance that something was amiss.

ā€œCome, Watson, come!ā€ he cried. ā€œThe game is afoot. Not a word! Into your clothes and come!ā€

Label artwork for this line was created by Julie Dillon and Abigail Larson.

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