Vanilla Flower

  • Asses Plus Long, Qu’un Siecle Platonique Perfume Oil

    Asses plus long, qu’un Siecle Platonique
    Me fut le moism que sans toy suis esté:
    Mais quand ton front je revis pacifique,
    Sejour treshault de toute honnesteté,
    Ou l’empire est du conseil arresté,
    Mes songes lors je creus estre devins.
    Car en mon corps: mains celestement blanches,
    Avec leurs bras mortellement divins,
    L’un coronner mon col, l’aultre mes hanches.

    – Maurice Scève

    A month without you is far longer than a year: opal-gilded white rose petals, vanilla flower, and caramelized benzoin.

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  • Phallus Acrobatics Perfume Oil

    Strawberries, blueberries, heavy cream, honey dust, lotus root, ylang ylang, lavender, and vanilla flower.

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  • The Fairy Lovers Perfume Oil

    Theodor von Holst
    Pearl gardenia, artemisia, moonflower, and creamy vanilla flower with velvet rose, crimson labdanum, and moonlit amber, dancing above dewy, pale mosses.

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    The Tastes of the Duke Were Peculiar Perfume Oil

    But, in spite of these things, it was a gay and magnificent revel. The tastes of the duke were peculiar. He had a fine eye for colors and effects. He disregarded the decora of mere fashion. His plans were bold and fiery, and his conceptions glowed with barbaric lustre. There are some who would have thought him mad. His followers felt that he was not. It was necessary to hear and see and touch him to be sure that he was not.

    The swirl of a thousand glittering vices: absinthe and laudanum, opium poppy and neroli, star anise and black currant, whip leather and iron shackles, gilded vanilla flower and King mandarin.

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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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