Musk - Green

  • 51 Perfume Oil

    Luminescent, glowing, and otherworldly: green mandarin, neroli, honeydew, white amber, guava, freesia, white and green musks hovering over desert scrub, smashed wood, and the dry, biting scent of night air over the Groom Lake salt flats.

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  • Alien/Siren Perfume Oil

    “Women are defined from the outside, in terms of how they seem to men, rather than from the inside, as thinking, feeling subjects. They are not fellow people, not even a different or worse variety of person, but simply the opposite of men, and hence, the opposite of human.

    Which leads to the question of how you can have sex with something that isn’t human. In many myths, heterosexuality is portrayed as a kind of legalized bestiality, and attractive women are alluring, predatory, half-human monsters: fairy wives, snake-women, others whose beauty is a thin veneer over their dangerous and alien psyches.”

    A sebaceous, slick reptilian perfume: green and black vegetal musks, kelp, sea salt, blackened opoponax, violet leaf, Siamese red benzoin, davana, squid ink, and ambergris accord.

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  • DEAD LEAVES, BALSAM, AND GREEN MUSK
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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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    Party Toad Perfume Oil

    Holiday goals. Mushrooms and clover splashed with champagne and green musk.

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    Pollution Perfume Oil

    “Excuse me,” barked Tyler. “Is that your crisp packet?”

    “Oh, it’s not just mine,” said the boy. “It’s everybody’s.”

    R.P. Tyler drew himself up to his full height. “Young man,’ he said, “how would you feel if I came over to your house and dropped litter everywhere?”

    Pollution smiled, wistfully. ‘Very, very pleased,’ he breathed.

    “Oh, that would be wonderful.”

    Beneath his bike an oil slick puddled a rainbow on the wet road.

    A toxic chypre: radioactive green musk, davana, and oozing white amber.

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