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Owe no man any thing, but to love one another: for he that loveth another hath fulfilled the law.
Almond, wild fig, red rose petals, cardamom, and oudh.
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Upon the next stage, a primitive cage has been erected. It is made of heavy, dark sticks bound with strips of deep brown leather. The stage is as dark as pitch, and from the shadows, you hear soft hissing, spitting, and an ominous chorus of weird rattling sounds. You approach with some trepidation, and peer between the bars. Your attention is seized by writhing forms on the straw bottom of the cage. As your eyes adjust to the gloom, you realize that the floor is seething with serpents, dark and colorful, languid and large, swift and small. You hear a sultry chuckle, and you see bright, unblinking emerald eyes staring at you from the corner of the cage. A woman crawls through the snakes, her scaled body as sinuous and lissome as the creatures that share her home. She reaches towards you languorously with her sharp-clawed hands and sighs.
A sensual blend of twisting, exotic, serpentine oils: black amber, oakmoss, green sandalwood, bergamot, jasmine sambac, gardenia, orange pulp, black cardamom, vanilla, blackberry, black musk, blackened vanilla husk, white honey, ti leaf, and ginger.
Boney was a warrior
Way hey ya
A warrior a terrier
John Francois
Boney fought the Russians
Way hey ya
The Russians and the Prussians
Jean Francois
Moscow was a-blazing
Way hey ya
And Boney was a-raging
Jean Francois
Boney went to Elba
Way hey ya
Boney he came back again
Jean Francois
Boney went to Waterloo
Way hey ya
There he got his overthrow
Jean Francois
Then they took him off again
Way hey ya
Aboard the Billy Ruffian
Jean Francois
He went to Saint Helena,
Way hey ya
There he was a prisoner,
Jean Francois
Boney broke his heart and died
Way hey ya
Away in Saint Helena
Jean Francois
A brief and succinct biography of Napoleon jumbled with the French shanty, Jean François de Nantes. Relevant to our shared interests: Napoleon was a fragrance connoisseur, and he kept a standing order with his perfumer for a delivery of fifty bottles per month.
A fresh, light Napoleonic-era cologne with hints of rosemary, almond, oakmoss, and jasmine.
Magnificent three-faced Goddess of Magic, the Dark Moon and the Crossroads. She is the Mother of Witches, and the midnight baying of hounds is her paean. Her compassion is evidenced in her role as Psychopomp for Persephone, and her wrath manifests as Medea’s revenge.
Deep, buttery almond layered over myrrh and dark musk.
The boardinghouse masters came aboard in a trice
A shouting and a promising all that was nice
Til one old crib took a liking to me
Says he you’re a fool, lad, to follow the sea
And it’s row, row bullies row
Says he there’s a job as is waiting for you
With lashings of liquor and beggar-all to do
Says he what you say lad, will you? – or two?
Says I you old bastard, I’m damned if I do
And it’s row, row bullies row
But the best of intentions they never goes far
After thirty two days at the door of the bar
I tossed off me liquor and what do you think
That rotten old bastard had doctored me drink
And it’s row, row bullies row
Next I remember I woke in the morn
On a the three skysail yarder bound south round Cape Horn
With an old set of oilskins and two pair of socks
And an IOU nailed to the lid of my box
And it’s row, row bullies row
Honeyed rum, a whiff of almond, and a hint of something suspiciously soporific.
Rebecca –
Romans is absolutely beautiful. It starts out with a sweet blast of almond, but settles into a gorgeous, almost heartbreakingly realistic rose, with a whisper of almond in the background and some fig and just the faintest hint of cardamom. Rose does not always work on me, but it’s stunning here.
Amanda –
Sweet and warm. Floral without turning into powder on my skin, which is awesome because most anything with roses or almonds goes to powder on me and makes me smell like an old lady. I will be buying again.
a.grzybinski –
This is a lovely scent, and for such a good cause, too. While wet it is all almond & fig – delightfully sweet with a hint of spice. On my skin it dries down to a warm spice with soapy rose notes and sweetness around the edges. I can’t stop sniffing my wrists!