Peach

  • Aglaea

    Splendour

    Three golden ambers, bright musk, peach wine and myrtle.

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  • Al-Shairan

    The enemy of God, also named Iblis, He Who Despaired of the Mercy of God. Al-Shairan is the leader of the Jinn, a tempter who whispers false suggestions to men enticing them into evil and perfidious acts, and is the sworn enemy of all of Adam’s children.

    His scent is fiery, bright and thick with sweet sinfulness: clove, peach and orange with cinnamon, patchouli and dark incense notes.

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  • Alice, The Reaper of Cruelty

    Bourbon geranium emboldened by the rich scent of aged patchouli, the sweetness of peach, raspberry leaf, and bourbon vanilla, surrounded by a butterfly swarm of spicy carnation and Italian bergamot.

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  • Eisheth Zenunim

    Honey, ambergris, neroli, white peach, patchouli, and cocoa absolute.

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  • Fae

    A brilliant, ethereal scent: white musk, bergamot, heliotrope, peach and oakmoss.

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  • Imp

    Devilishly playful: white peach, amber, golden musk and patchouli.

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  • Jack

    The scent of warm, glowing jack o’lanterns on a warm autumn night: true Halloween pumpkin, spiced with nutmeg, glowing peach and murky clove.

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  • Josie

    The brooding, raucous, and hot-blooded proprietress of the Château Lobrano d’Arlington, the gaudiest bordello in the District. Miss Josie had a true talent for hype, and promoted her ladies in an effusively romanticized, over-the-top fashion. La Belle Stewart, who was in actuality a circus hoochie koochie girl from Chicago, was billed as “a bona-fide baroness, direct from the court of St. Petersburg.”

    Heady magnolia and honeyed peaches.

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  • La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente

    My limbs are wasted with a flame,
    My feet are sore with traveling,
    For, calling on my Lady’s name,
    My lips have now forgot to sing.

    O Linnet in the wild-rose brake
    Strain for my Love thy melody,
    O Lark sing louder for love’s sake,
    My gentle Lady passeth by.

    She is too fair for any man
    To see or hold his heart’s delight,
    Fairer than Queen or courtesan
    Or moonlit water in the night.

    Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,
    (Green leaves upon her golden hair!)
    Green grasses through the yellow sheaves
    Of autumn corn are not more fair.

    Her little lips, more made to kiss
    Than to cry bitterly for pain,
    Are tremulous as brook-water is,
    Or roses after evening rain.

    Her neck is like white melilote
    Flushing for pleasure of the sun,
    The throbbing of the linnet’s throat
    Is not so sweet to look upon.

    As a pomegranate, cut in twain,
    White-seeded, is her crimson mouth,
    Her cheeks are as the fading stain
    Where the peach reddens to the south.

    O twining hands! O delicate
    White body made for love and pain!
    O House of love! O desolate
    Pale flower beaten by the rain!

    Soft, lush myrtle and dry, sweet melilot with wild rose, pomegranate juice and peach blossom against a background of deep aquatic notes and a twirl of melancholy autumn breezes.

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  • Memorials of Friendship

    Peach-tinted pale musk with neroli, ambergris accord, and champaca absolute.

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  • Tamora

    Amber, heliotrope, golden sandalwood, peach blossom and vanilla bean.

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