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  By fire, to sink into the abyss again;
  Where fragments of forgotten peoples dwelt,
  And the long mountains ended in a coast
  Of ever-shifting sand, and far away
  The phantom circle of a moaning sea.

  Golden vanilla and gilded musk, stargazer lily, white sandalwood, grey amber, elemi, orris root, ambergris and sea moss.

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  Quicken the Soul Through the Blood Perfume Oil

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  With juice not of fruit nor of bud;

  When the sense in the spirit reposes,

  Thou shalt quicken the soul through the blood.

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  Who would live and not languish or feign,

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  Iulia, L’Artiste du Diable Perfume Oil

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