Skin musk, smoky vanilla, pine pitch, patchouli, Indian resins, golden honey, and tobacco.
A Pantomime of Deviltry and Debauch in Seven Acts
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
– December 4, 2018
This might be my new favorite scent, overtaking the Caterpillar. Even tho they smell nothing alike this is so unique. It’s very feminine but you can pick up honey, patchouli. It smell like a vacation scented candle. I’m a male but I truly love it for its notes.
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Biblical witch, priestess of Astarte, and general troublemaker. A true role model for todayâs upwardly mobile Modern Woman. A gloriously decadent blend of honey, roses, orange blossom and sandalwood.
My well-beloved was stripped. Knowing my whim, She wore her tinkling gems, but naught besides: And showed such pride as, while her luck betides, A sultan’s favored slave may show to him.
When it lets off its lively, crackling sound, This blazing blend of metal crossed with stone Gives me an ecstasy I’ve only known Where league of sound and lustre can be found.
She let herself be loved: then, drowsy-eyed, Smiled down from her high couch in languid ease. My love was deep and gentle as the seas And rose to her as to a cliff the tide.
My own approval of each dreamy pose, Like a tamed tiger, cunningly she sighted: And candour, with lubricity united, Gave piquancy to every one she chose.
Her limbs and hips, burnished with changing lustres Before my eyes, clairvoyant and serene, Swanned themselves, undulating in their sheen; Her breasts and belly, of my vine the clusters,
Like evil angels rose, my fancy twitting, To kill the peace which over me she’d thrown, And to disturb her from the crystal throne Where, calm and solitary, she was sitting.
So swerved her pelvis that, in one design, Antiopeâs white rump it seemed to graft To a boy’s torso, merging fore and aft. The talc on her brown tan seemed half-divine.
The lamp resigned its dying flame. Within, The hearth alone lit up the darkened air, And every time it sighed a crimson flare It drowned in blood that amber-coloured skin.
Skin musk and honey, blood-red rose, orange blossom, white peach, red apple, frankincense and myrrh.
The sublimely beautiful, fiercely independent, impeccably cultured, fascinatingly worldly and witty courtesans of ancient Greece. A seductive and dazzling blend of golden honey, fiery patchouli, sweet fig and clove, and a blushing touch of ylang ylang.
Brewed with fermented mushrooms, pumpkin rind, honey, and apple rootstock.