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  Seven Word Story: Envy Perfume Oil

  The subject of our latest #BPAL7wordstory contest was Envy. The winning entry was submitted by Tyler Butler:

  Galatea wept as Pygmalion carved new statues

  Marble-white sandalwood, vanilla blossom, and orris root veined with whorls of ambergris accord, rose-touched with life, slowly shattering tears of bitter carrot seed and cistus.

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  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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  Y’ha-Nthlei Perfume Oil

  We shall swim out to that brooding reef in the sea and dive down through black abysses to Cyclopean and many-columned Y’ha-nthlei, and in that lair of the Deep Ones we shall dwell amidst wonder and glory for ever.

  A great undersea metropolis located below Devil’s Reef. A swirling, lightless, effervescent scent: the deepest marine notes with bergamot, eucalyptus and foamy ambergris.

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  Zorya Polunochnaya Perfume Oil

  Her hair was pale and colorless in the moon’s thin light. She wore a white cotton nightgown, with a high lace neck and a hem that swept the ground. Shadow sat up, entirely awake. “You are Zorya Polu . . . ,” he hesitated. “The sister who was asleep.”

  “I am Zorya Polunochnaya, yes. And you are called Shadow, yes? That was what Zorya Vechernyaya told me, when I woke.”

  “Yes. What were you looking at, out there?”

  She looked at him, then she beckoned him to join her by the window. She turned her back while he pulled on his jeans. He walked over to her. It seemed a long walk, for such a small room.

  He could not tell her age. Her skin was unlined, her eyes were dark, her lashes were long, her hair was to her waist and white. The moonlight drained colors into ghosts of themselves. She was taller than either of her sisters.

  She pointed up into the night sky. “I was looking at that,” she said, pointing to the Big Dipper. “See?”

  “Ursa Major,” he said. “The Great Bear.”

  “That is one way of looking at it,” she said. “But it is not the way from where I come from. I am going to sit on the roof. Would you like to come with me?”

   

  Pale amber and ambergris, gossamer vanilla, moonflower, and white tobacco petals.

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