• Art for A Summer Night by Winslow Homer

    A Summer Night Perfume Oil

    Winslow Homer

    Salt-crusted stones, azure moonlight on pale sand, ambergris clinging to cream linen, driftwood, and rose-tinted sandalwood.

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    El Segundo Blue Perfume Oil

    The El Segundo Blue butterfly is endangered, and only three colonies remain: one at Los Angeles International Airport, one at an oil refinery, and one on a tiny patch of SoCal beach.

    Sand and sea salt, murky beach water, a gust of peony, and a drop of petroleum.

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    Halite Phoenix Perfume Oil

    Purifying: a vast plain of salt glimmering on a playa.

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    I Wish I Were Your Mirror Perfume Oil

    I wish I were your mirror
    so that you always looked at me.
    I wish I were your garment
    so that you would always wear me.
    I wish I were the water that washes your body.
    I wish I were the unguent, O Woman,
    that I could anoint you.
    And the band around your breasts,
    and the beads around your neck.
    I wish I were your sandal
    that you would step on me.

    – Papyrus Anakreon: K. Preisendanz, Anacreon

    A hint of sadomasochism in Ancient Egypt: lily water, myrrh, and cardamom with southernwood, cassia, white sand, papyrus reeds, and frankincense.

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    The Ifrit Perfume Oil

    The taxi driver comes out of the shower, wet, with a towel wrapped around his midsection. He is not wearing his sunglasses, and in the dim room his eyes burn with scarlet flames.

    Salim blinks back tears. “I wish you could see what I see,” he says.

    “I do not grant wishes,” whispers the ifrit, dropping his towel and pushing Salim gently, but irresistibly, down onto the bed.

    Desert sand, red musk, blackened ginger, dragon’s blood resin, black pepper, cinnamon, and tobacco.

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