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  • A Place of Seeing Perfume Oil

    After months upon months of relative isolation and distance learning drudgery, Lilith was finally able to return to the theater. This is a photo from their first day back, and I can’t tell you how important, how meaningful, how restorative it was for Lilith to be back on stage among friends.

    Hope renewed: pink rosebuds and lavender with amber-gilded sandalwood, vanilla bean, bergamot, and marshmallow.

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  • An Introduction to Illustrious Kabuki Actors Perfume Oil

    White sandalwood, vanilla bean, fig froth, and buttercream.

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    Anteros Perfume Oil

    When he is with the lover, both cease from their pain, but when he is away then he longs as he is longed for, and has love’s image, Anteros lodging in his breast, which he calls and believes to be not love but friendship only, and his desire is as the desire of the other, but weaker; he wants to see him, touch him, kiss him, embrace him, and probably not long afterwards his desire is accomplished.

    The God of Love Returned and avenger of unrequited love, Anteros is Eros’ brother – one of the Twin Cupids – and was given to Eros by his mother, for without reciprocal affection, love will wither. He wields lead arrows and a hammer of gold, and he wields his weapons to inspire mutual ardor and smite those who spurn love. His scent pierces the heart with glimmering shards of rapture and the sweet ache of passion: throbbing red musk and shimmering chypre with saffron, sweet patchouli, Italian bergamot, red currant, and vanilla bean.

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    Ask the Nearest Hippie Perfume Oil

    Obergefell vs Hodges

    Who ever thought that intimacy and spirituality [whatever that means] were freedoms? And if intimacy is, one would think Freedom of Intimacy is abridged rather than expanded by marriage. Ask the nearest hippie.

    An olfactory guide, created to assist you in locating nearby hippies: patchouli, hemp, smoky vanilla bean, and cannabis accord.

    (No, there is no actual weed in this perfume, silly.)

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  • Baby’s First Ballista Perfume Oil

    One of 2019’s firsts: Lilith loading and firing a scorpio at Louisiana Renaissance Festival. Considering how happy she was, I’m guessing she was a Roman Artilleryman in another life.

    Roma Invicta, or something: oakwood, vanilla bean, and sugar cookies.

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  • Bounce Perfume Oil

    Is it premature to release an oil of playfulness while we are still in the throes of [waves hands] all this shit? It might be, but the heavens know I need this oil so it’s going live in case you do, too.

    This oil was constructed to bring lightheartedness, good humor, and bubbling high spirits. It can be worn as a perfume or used in rituals structured to remind you how to laugh, how to smile, how to have fun, and how to find enjoyment and satisfaction in small everyday delights. It can be used as an inspiration and creativity oil, or just to get your spark back.

    Bounce contains orange blossoms harvested from the TAL garden, neroli, gum mastic, frankincense, vanilla bean, and carnation absolute.

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    Cat-Lilith and Cat-Dad Perfume Oil

    The scene – Dragon*Con 2019

    The plot – My beautiful Cat-Lilith is prowling around busting up the bad guys, and as you know, crime fighters get tired pretty fast. Enter the Trusty ol’ Cat-Dad, lifting her high in the air onto his shoulders to save the day! I am not sure who is happier to have her up there – me or her. I hope Lilith always thinks of me as her protector and best friend.

    Cupcakes are to kids what catnip is to cats: red velvet cupcakes, buttercream, vanilla bean, and coconut cream.

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  • Cathouse Home & Linen Spray

    A nineteenth century Southern bordello: magnolia, jasmine, honey musk, tobacco, vanilla bean, bourbon vanilla, and Spanish moss.

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    Cola de Mono Perfume Oil

    A traditional Chilean holiday beverage: strong fresh-brewed coffee, steamed milk, sugar, aguardiente, cinnamon, clove, and vanilla bean.

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    Con Questions Perfume Oil

    While attending a convention, I dragged my family to watch a Ray Harryhausen panel. Lilith sat quietly while the panelists discussed all the Cyclopes, golden owls, and sword fighting skeletons, but perked up when they offered a yet-unreleased coffee table book about Harryhausen’s work. Lilith, dressed as the Joker, jumped up and said, “Daddy! I want to win it for you.” It was so sweet, and when it was her turn to ask a question she asked the panel, “If you could make any monster of his as a plushie, which one would you choose?”

    The panel loved her question and Lilith won the book for me. I was so proud of her that I cried.

    I love that brave young lady.

    Clowny purples and greens and smeared bits of red: plum and blackcurrant with sugared mint, red currant, and vanilla bean.

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    Crêpe Aux Fraises Perfume Oil

    Lilith’s first genuine Parisian crêpe!

    Strawberries, whipped cream, confectioners sugar, vanilla bean, and orange zest.

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  • Die Flamme Reinigt Sich Vom Rauch Perfume Oil

    Die Flamme reinigt sich vom Rauch:
    So reinge unsern Glauben!
    Und raubt man uns den alten Brauch,
    Dein Licht, wer kann es rauben!

    As from the smoke is freed the blaze,
    So let our faith burn bright!
    And if they crush our olden ways,
    Whoe’er can crush Thy light?

    The Old Ways preserved, defended, and renewed: bonfire smoke, chestnuts, sweet roasted acorns, amber resin, cedarwood, oakmoss, labdanum, vanilla bean, and frankincense.

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    Dies Patribus Perfume Oil

    Happy Father’s Day, Lilith. All my life I have heard the words “Happy Father’s Day,” but the words never meant much to me because my father was pretty much out of my life by the time I was 9 years old. Now that I have a daughter who is my everything, I believe that I finally understand what Father’s Day means. It is not a day to get a new tie, socks or a chainsaw; it is a day to celebrate the happiness and joy your child brings to your life.

    Lilith, I know that I tell you every day how much I love you, but I just wanted to take a moment and show you my love: I would give up my heart and soul to see just one smile from my beautiful, talented, funny, TikTok-dancing, Penny board-riding, popcorn-eating, Roblox-playing Lilith Victoria.

    Happy Making Me a Father’s Day.

    I love you infinity.

    Lilith would eat cereal five times a day if we let her, so this is the scent of fruit-adjacent cereal with whole milk, a blast of vanilla bean, heavy cream, and fresh strawberries

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  • Gingerbread Zombie Perfume Oil

    Gingerbread, vanilla bean, peppermint, and milk chocolate chips.

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    Gluwein Perfume Oil

    Warm red wine spiced with cinnamon sticks, cardamom, vanilla beans, clove, lemon and orange rind, bay leaf, and honey.

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    Here we Come A-Wassailing Perfume Oil

    Here we come a-wassailing
    Among the leaves so green;
    Here we come a-wand’ring
    So fair to be seen.

    Love and joy come to you,
    And to you your wassail too;
    And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year
    And God send you a Happy New Year.

    Our wassail cup is made
    Of the rosemary tree,
    And so is your beer
    Of the best barley.

    We are not daily beggars
    That beg from door to door;
    But we are neighbours’ children,
    Whom you have seen before.

    Call up the butler of this house,
    Put on his golden ring.
    Let him bring us up a glass of beer,
    And better we shall sing.

    We have got a little purse
    Of stretching leather skin;
    We want a little of your money
    To line it well within.

    Bring us out a table
    And spread it with a cloth;
    Bring us out a mouldy cheese,
    And some of your Christmas loaf.

    God bless the master of this house
    Likewise the mistress too,
    And all the little children
    That round the table go.

    Good master and good mistress,
    While you’re sitting by the fire,
    Pray think of us poor children
    Who are wandering in the mire.

    Love and joy come to you,
    And to you your wassail too;
    And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year
    And God send you a Happy New Year.

    Pray think of the poor children who are wandering in the mire. Warmth, safety, and succor: soft leather, clove, and smoked cardamom with vanilla bean, roasted apples, dried cranberries, winter rosemary, dried figs, and gingered rum.

    Proceeds from the sale of this scent benefit RAICES.

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  • Ice Age Baton Perfume Oil

    This is a term archeologists have resorted to when classifying vaguely (or even explicitly) phallic artifacts dating back 30,000 years, found in stone, chalk, antler, ivory, you name it. A testament to our species’ ability to spend millennia debating who was doing it where, with what.

    A petrified relic of pleasures past: ivory-hued vanilla bean, cacao, white amber, and marbled tobacco unearthed from a chalky rubble.

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  • In Silvery Accents, Whispering Low Perfume Oil

    In silvery accents, whispering low – A happy, happy Christmastide


    A rumbling purr: cardamom-infused coffee bean, myrrh smoke, vanilla bean, fir needle, and warm, velvet spices.

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    Lady Una Perfume Oil

    “Why, you are crying.”

    She said nothing. Dunstan pulled her toward him, wiping ineffectually at her face with his big hand; and then he leaned into her sobbing face, and, tentatively, uncertain of whether or not he was doing the correct thing given the circumstances, he kissed her, full upon the burning lips.

    There was a moment of hesitation, and then her mouth opened against his, and her tongue slid into his mouth, and he was, under the strange stars, utterly, irrevocably, lost.

    Honey musk, green tea leaf, blackberry leaf, vanilla bean, and fae spices.

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    Melisande, the Puppet Mistress Perfume Oil

    Behind the diminutive stage, the puppet mistress stands, a pale and grinning Professor, the Lady of Chaos. Her hands are tangled in web-like strings; a swazzle peeks through her violet lips. Behind her, you see a wavering image, with all the vague haziness of a mirage: a leaping coyote, a flame-haired and scarred Norseman, a glittering golden spider, a laughing monkey, a leering satyr, a shadowy flutist, and an African youth dressed in black and red.

    Jasmine sambac, dark musk, violet water, vanilla bean and mimosa.

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    Mme. Moriarty, Misfortune Teller Perfume Oil

    A colorless woman bursts from an elaborate gold and ruby tent and faints dead at your feet. Soft laughter emits from the dark entrance to the tent, and the scent of musk, black fruits and incense touches your senses. Looking up, you see that the sign hovering above the unconscious woman is adorned with images of the Major Arcana’s Tower and reads:

    “Mme. Moriarty, Misfortune Teller.
    No fate too grim, no future too bleak.”

    A tiny woman with floor-length black dreadlocks walks out of the tent, stepping over the prone body. She is clothed in deep red wrappings, and is bedecked in golden ornaments bearing alchemical symbols and charms representing eternity, chance, and wisdom. She pauses, looks you over slowly, and then flicks a tarot card at your feet.

    Red musk, vanilla bean, pomegranate, black currant, patchouli leaf and wild plum.

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  • Pearl Necklace Perfume Oil

    Inspired by queer events.


    Skin musk dribbling with pear cream, orris root, vanilla bean, and raw honey.

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  • Please Scream Inside Your Snake Oil Perfume Oil

    Tying in with our experimental work in fear: we have screamed into our Snake Oil… and we can’t stop sniffing ourselves! BPAL’s signature scent — deep, rich earthy notes swirled with vegetal musks, sugared vanilla bean, and dark spices — has been polluted by the funnel cake frenzy that is our Please Scream Inside Your Heart perfume blend. The results are so comforting, we almost forgot why we started screaming in the first place. (Almost.)

    Note: This product DOES NOT come with the limited edition sticker that was included with Please Scream Inside Your Heart. Just one more thing to scream about! (Elizabeth clearly has a possum bias. -Ed)

    Label art by Drew Rausch!

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    Pumpkin Latte Perfume Oil

    Espresso, pumpkin syrup, smoky vanilla bean, milk, raw sugar, and a dash of cinnamon and nutmeg.

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    Sachs Perfume Oil

    A sensual scent, compelling and passionate, that stays close to the skin: Roman chamomile, bourbon vanilla, and smoky vanilla bean.

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    Sissy, The Ascendant Perfume Oil

    Sassafras and smoke for black vulture feathers, and King mandarin and red musk for the deep red-orange of the vulture’s face. Blue lilac and chamomile / opoponax and vetiver for the blue and black of her eyes. Vanilla bean and fig represent her innate goodness and instinctive kindness.

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    Smug Yale Alchemy Lab Perfume Oil

    Ivy League? Pshhh, the only book learnin’ you really need is the kind that comes bedecked with mythical beasts — preferably those armed with tusks, swiveling horns, and a totally unearned sense of importance.

    Vanilla bean and wild grasses.

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    Tamora Perfume Oil

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

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  • The Disciples Perfume Oil

    The Disciples look to the Hierophant for guidance, support, advice, and instruction, though within themselves they contain the Sun and Moon, the White King and Red Queen, and all who seek enlightenment through union.

    White and red rose petals, sweet labdanum, vanilla bean, prune, red sandalwood, and orange blossom.

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  • The Elephant is Slow to Mate Perfume Oil

    The elephant, the huge old beast,
    is slow to mate;
    he finds a female, they show no haste
    they wait

    for the sympathy in their vast shy hearts
    slowly, slowly to rouse
    as they loiter along the river-beds
    and drink and browse

    and dash in panic through the brake
    of forest with the herd,
    and sleep in massive silence, and wake
    together, without a word.

    So slowly the great hot elephant hearts
    grow full of desire,
    and the great beasts mate in secret at last,
    hiding their fire.

    Oldest they are and the wisest of beasts
    so they know at last
    how to wait for the loneliest of feasts
    for the full repast.

    They do not snatch, they do not tear;
    their massive blood
    moves as the moon-tides, near, more near
    till they touch in flood.

    – DH Lawrence

    A rolling, unhurried, volcanic passion sustained by a love that is slow, shy, patient, and wise – and expressed through a scent as warm, languorous, luxuriant, and comforting as a cloak of heavy, soft red velvet: deep burgundy musk, red labdanum, smoked rose petals, opoponax, 17-year aged patchouli, blackened vanilla bean, dried black cherries, blackberries, and tobacco absolute.

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  • The Empress and Their Heckhound Perfume Oil

    Throughout the pandemic, Matilda has never left Lilith’s side. She stayed with Lilith through almost every class, sat with Lilith during homework, and cuddled with Lilith at every opportunity. After Lilith returned to in-person classes in August, Matilda was bereft. Even now, she checks Lilith’s room at home (or Chrissy’s office at the Lab) constantly to see if Lilith is there, and will sit by the bedroom (or office) door waiting for hours for Lilith to come back.

    Eternal, unwavering loyalty: coconut milk, lavender buds, vanilla bean, white sandalwood, and hazelnut.

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    The Grindhouse Perfume Oil

    Throaty laughter captures your attention. Across the lane you see a buxom Venetian woman standing before a huge black and red striped tent. Her head is inclined towards a dapper, leering man, and they appear to be sharing a private joke. He reaches into his waistcoat and produces a gold coin. The woman plucks it from his fingers. He bows, and walks into the tent with a swagger. A sign flashes above the tent flap in letters that seem to be aflame: The Grindhouse, Dead or Live Girls.

    The Madam turns towards you and smiles. As she approaches, someone within the tent strikes a few keys on a tuneless piano, and begins to play Jelly Roll Morton’s ‘the Crave’. The light within the tent illuminates the interior, shining behind the silhouettes of naked women gyrating lewdly upon raised stages, writhing in time with the music.

    In the distance, behind the tent, you hear a whip crack, and a man’s scream. Tittering laughter follows, and the screams continue.

    “Voulez-vous un morceau de la boîte de bonbon?” she asks, gesturing gracefully towards the tent.

    The Madam’s perfume envelops you.

    Florentine iris, red musk, mimosa, magnolia, Damascus rose, clove, and vanilla bean.

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  • The Magi 2022 Perfume Oil

    Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judaea in the days of Herod the king, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem,

    Saying, Where is he that is born King of the Jews? for we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him.

    When Herod the king had heard these things, he was troubled, and all Jerusalem with him.

    And when he had gathered all the chief priests and scribes of the people together, he demanded of them where Christ should be born.

    And they said unto him, In Bethlehem of Judaea: for thus it is written by the prophet,

    And thou Bethlehem, in the land of Juda, art not the least among the princes of Juda: for out of thee shall come a Governor, that shall rule my people Israel.

    Then Herod, when he had privily called the wise men, inquired of them diligently what time the star appeared.

    And he sent them to Bethlehem, and said, Go and search diligently for the young child; and when ye have found him, bring me word again, that I may come and worship him also.

    When they had heard the king, they departed; and, lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before them, till it came and stood over where the young child was.

    When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy.

    And when they were come into the house, they saw the young child with Mary his mother, and fell down, and worshipped him: and when they had opened their treasures, they presented unto him gifts; gold, and frankincense, and myrrh.

    And being warned of God in a dream that they should not return to Herod, they departed into their own country another way.

    And when they were departed, behold, the angel of the Lord appeareth to Joseph in a dream, saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thee word: for Herod will seek the young child to destroy him.

    When he arose, he took the young child and his mother by night, and departed into Egypt:

    And was there until the death of Herod: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Lord by the prophet, saying, Out of Egypt have I called my son.

    Then Herod, when he saw that he was mocked of the wise men, was exceeding wroth, and sent forth, and slew all the children that were in Bethlehem, and in all the coasts thereof, from two years old and under, according to the time which he had diligently inquired of the wise men.

    Then was fulfilled that which was spoken by Jeremy the prophet, saying,

    In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not.

    But when Herod was dead, behold, an angel of the Lord appeareth in a dream to Joseph in Egypt,

    Saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and go into the land of Israel: for they are dead which sought the young child’s life.

    And he arose, and took the young child and his mother, and came into the land of Israel.

    But when he heard that Archelaus did reign in Judaea in the room of his father Herod, he was afraid to go thither: notwithstanding, being warned of God in a dream, he turned aside into the parts of Galilee:

    And he came and dwelt in a city called Nazareth: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophets, He shall be called a Nazarene.

    An offering of frankincense, gold, and myrrh, with coriander, cumin, ambergris, white wine grape, and vanilla bean.

    Now as at all times I can see in the mind’s eye,
    In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
    Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky
    With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,
    And all their helms of silver hovering side by side,
    And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,
    Being by Calvary’s turbulence unsatisfied,
    The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.

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  • The Triple Crown Perfume Oil

    Dominion over the Three Worlds and the realms of vegetable, mineral, and animal, mind, body, and spirit, id, ego, and superego, heaven, earth, and hell.

    A glittering diadem of golden amber suffused with crushed greenery, stone accord, and brown musk, elemi, rice milk, and vanilla bean, storax, patchouli, and vetiver, frankincense, Mysore sandalwood, and myrrh.

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    Theodosius, the Legerdemain Perfume Oil

    A flash of light and the smell of sulfur seize your attention. A vast black tent stands before you, subtly glowing with an unnatural, almost phosphorescent light. This tent has no pennants, no ornamentation, save for a carved ebony sign, lettered in silver:

    “Master Theodosius
    Legerdemain, Medium, Conjurer
    One thousand years of marvels.
    Enter at your peril.”

    Another flash blinds you, and from a swirl of smoke a rakish, devilishly handsome man appears, long black hair falling down halfway to his waist, elegant and sinister in an inky silk tuxedo and a voluminous cape. The shadow he casts against the tent, oddly, seems to be that of an enormous corvus, and his eyes radiate a deep azure light. Staring fixedly at you, he snaps his fingers, and two bolts of violet lightning strike the ground on either side of him, blinding you momentarily. As your eyes adjust, you see that two lovely, slender, waiflike women now stand upon the scarred ground beside him, dressed in tattered ballerina costumes the nebulous color of smoke. Turning to his right, he touches the woman’s lips and says, “Seachd seachd uair!” She opens her mouth, and a flock of diminutive bats fly forth from her throat. Turning to his left, he touches the other woman’s hair and repeats, “Seachd seachd uair!” What once was a gleaming mane of stark white hair is now a nest of writhing vipers. She opens her mouth, baring fangs, and spits forth a thin stream of venom. The Master swirls his cape, which suddenly seems to grow and twist like a living shadow, and in a final flash of red lightning and a deafening thunderclap, he and both his assistants vanish.

    Earl Grey tea leaves, a white fougere, jasmine leaf, pearlescent white musk, and vanilla bean.

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    This is a Perfume About My Dog Eating Peaches Perfume Oil

    Don’t worry: she spits out the pits.

    Toasted cream, marshmallow, vanilla bean, and sun-warmed peaches.

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  • To Lallie Perfume Oil

    Up those Museum steps you came,

    And straightway all my blood was flame,

                   O Lallie, Lallie!


    The world (I had been feeling low)

    In one short moment’s space did grow

                   A happy valley.


    There was a friend, my friend with you;

    A meagre dame, in peacock blue

                   Apparelled quaintly:


    This poet―heart went pit―a―pat;

    I bowed and smiled and raised my hat;

                   You nodded ― faintly.


    My heart was full as full could be;

    You had not got a word for me,

                   Not one short greeting;


    That nonchalant small nod you gave

    (The tyrant’s motion to the slave)

                   Sole mark’d our meeting.


    Is it so long? Do you forget

    That first and last time that we met?

                   The time was summer;


    The trees were green; the sky was blue;

    Our host presented me to you ― 

                   A tardy comer.


    You look’d demure, but when you spoke

    You made a little, funny joke,

                   Yet half pathetic.


    Your gown was grey, I recollect,

    I think you patronized the sect

                   They call “aesthetic.”


    I brought you strawberries and cream,

    I plied you long about a stream

                  With duckweed laden;


    We solemnly discussed the ― heat.

    I found you shy and very sweet,

                   A rosebud maiden.


    Ah me, to―day! You passed inside

    To where the marble gods abide :

                   Hermes, Apollo,


    Sweet Aphrodite, Pan; and where,

    For aye reclined, a headless fair

                   Beats all fairs hollow


    And I, I went upon my way,

    Well ― rather sadder, let us say;

                   The world looked flatter.


    I had been sad enough before,

    A little less, a little more,

                   What does it matter?

    – Amy Levy

    Pale white rosebuds aflame with sweet amber, golden honey, frothy ambergris, vanilla bean, red benzoin, and coconut milk.

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