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LE SERPENT QUI DANSE

When, as by glaciers ground, the spate
Swells hissing from beneath,
The water of your mouth, elate,
Rises between your teeth —

It seems some old Bohemian vintage
Triumphant, fierce, and tart,
A liquid heaven that showers a mintage
Of stars across my heart.

A sinister, darkly seductive scent inspired by poetry of Charles Baudelaire. Violet entwined with vanilla and gardenia.

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Le Serpent Qui Danse Perfume Oil
Ars Amatoria

If you were queen of pleasure,
And I were king of pain,
We ā€˜d hunt down love together,
Pluck out his flying-feather,
And teach his feet a measure,
And find his mouth a rein;
If you were queen of pleasure,
And I were king of pain.

An exploration of love, lust, desire, longing, and despair.

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