Apple Pulp

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    Don’t Touch Perfume Oil

    “You’ve got to admit it’s a bit of a pantomime, though,” said Crawly. “I mean, pointing out the Tree and saying ‘Don’t Touch’ in big letters. Not very subtle, is it? I mean, why not put it on top of a high mountain or a long way off? Makes you wonder what He’s really planning.”

    And Jehovah God commanded the man, saying, Of every tree of the garden thou mayest freely eat: but of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it: the green rolling hills of the First Garden, a scattering of apple blossoms and apple pulp, a handful of pomegranate seeds, and a soft, serpentine hiss of poisonous green musk, opoponax, and frankincense.

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  • Harvest Moon Love Potion Perfume Oil

    An attraction and sensuality blend that is delightfully camouflaged as a perfume. Autumn romance personified, infused with the comfort of fall leaves and apple pulp, cacao, 7-year aged patchouli, vanilla absolute, benzoin, cubeb berries, and rose absolute.

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    Mommy’s Little MI6 Agent Pefume Oil

    Lilith learning the art of spycraft at Deutsches Spionagemuseum.

    A pre-teen superspy’s secret identity: white pear, apple pulp, golden musk, and fossilized amber.

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  • One Girl 2022 Perfume Oil

    Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough,
    Atop on the topmost twig, — which the pluckers forgot, somehow, —
    Forget it not, nay; but got it not, for none could get it till now.

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    Like the wild hyacinth flower which on the hills is found,
    Which the passing feet of the shepherds for ever tear and wound,
    Until the purple blossom is trodden in the ground.

    – Sappho, translated by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

    Wild orchid, indigo poppies, incense smoke, wisteria, and apple pulp.

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    One Girl Perfume Oil

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    Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough,
    Atop on the topmost twig, — which the pluckers forgot, somehow, —
    Forget it not, nay; but got it not, for none could get it till now.

    II
    Like the wild hyacinth flower which on the hills is found,
    Which the passing feet of the shepherds for ever tear and wound,
    Until the purple blossom is trodden in the ground.

    – Sappho, translated by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

    Wild orchid, indigo poppies, incense smoke, wisteria, and apple pulp.

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    Sinoatrial Node Perfume Oil

    A spontaneous impulse: sparkling lemon verbena, apple pulp, white ginger, and champagne.

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