Pepper - Red

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    Allodoxaphobia Perfume Oil

    Fear of Opinions

    The discordant clang of silverware punctuates another heated rant, and Uncle Elliot whips out his phone to underscore his point with a Facebook meme he saw earlier in the day.

    Flecks of cranberry sauce spatter the table as a fist pounds in anger: a boisterous, conflicted, bombastic lather of red pepper, boiled cranberries, and bergamot.

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    Fire Hair Gloss


    Vibrant, glowing caramelized ginger, red pepper, wild tobacco, and cinnamon burning through a smoldering red musk.

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    Skeletons Dancing to a Tune Perfume Oil

    And skeletons dancing to a tune;
    And cries of children stifled soon;
    And over all a blood-red moon
    A dull and nightmare size.
    They woke, and sought to go their ways,
    Yet everywhere they met her gaze,
    Her fixed and burning eyes.

    Dry white sandalwood with a flicker of amber, blood musk, and red pepper.

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    Spirit Fingers Perfume Oil

    What do we want?

    When do we want it?

    A giant foam fuck you: cotton candy, red pepper, and clove bud.

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    The Wild Men of Jezirat Al Tennyn Perfume Oil

    You are shocked out of the torch song’s melancholy mood by shrieks, hoots, and yowls. You move to your left, and see that instead of a stage, a gigantic iron cage has been hung, hovering a few feet off of the ground. Elaborate, delicate silver sigils are engraved upon huge iron disks that have been mounted to the sides of the cage, and they flicker and spark whenever one of the wild men touches the iron bars that imprison them. The backdrop depicts a blistering volcanic eruption, spiked with thick luminescent bolts of lightning. Several beings are held within the cage, male and female, spanning every age. They flash their razor-fanged smiles at you malevolently as they anxiously crawl, pace, and stalk the length of their prison, stopping occasionally to pose and preen as they gossip with one another in an unrecognizable guttural, grinding language. Their tattooed skin glows an angry crimson, curving horns protrude from their skulls, and their eyes blaze with unholy light.

    Fiery, primal, and precociously diabolical: red amber, Spanish moss, Indonesian patchouli, ambergris, sweet ambrette seed, red pepper, two cloves, and vanilla flower.

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