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  Schrodinger’s Cat Perfume Oil

  One can even set up quite ridiculous cases. A cat is penned up in a steel chamber, along with the following diabolical device (which must be secured against direct interference by the cat): in a Geiger counter there is a tiny bit of radioactive substance, so small that perhaps in the course of one hour one of the atoms decays, but also, with equal probability, perhaps none; if it happens, the counter tube discharges and through a relay releases a hammer which shatters a small flask of hydrocyanic acid. If one has left this entire system to itself for an hour, one would say that the cat still lives if meanwhile no atom has decayed. The first atomic decay would have poisoned it. The Psi function for the entire system would express this by having in it the living and the dead cat (pardon the expression) mixed or smeared out in equal parts. It is typical of these cases that an indeterminacy originally restricted to the atomic domain becomes transformed into macroscopic indeterminacy, which can then be resolved by direct observation. That prevents us from so naively accepting as valid a “blurred model” for representing reality. In itself it would not embody anything unclear or contradictory. There is a difference between a shaky or out-of-focus photograph and a snapshot of clouds and fog banks.

  A paradoxical scent experiment! – tangerine, sugared lime, pink grapefruit, oakmoss, lavender, zdravetz, and chocolate peppermint.

  No cats were mistreated during the formulation of this paradox, or in the process of creating this perfume.

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  All of Their Heads Fell Off Perfume Oil

  So there’s a guy living in a little place that’s in the desert

  And then there’s many, many, many, many, many different bodies

  And then all of them, all of their heads fall off

  all of their heads fall off

  all of their heads fall off

   

  And then, they start going to his house and tearing open the windows and breaking the house and eating the guy.

   

  Oozing cactus flesh, creosote, dusty boards, and gruesome globs of blood musk.

   

  Original story by A.S.H. 

   

  Art by John Herndon

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  Vintage Frankenstein Blow Mold Perfume Oil

  A shell of milky plastic surrounding a puff of mint chocolate chip-scented air, illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.

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  October Perfume Oil

  Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath!
  When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
  And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
  And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
  Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
  In the gay woods and in the golden air,
  Like to a good old age released from care,
  Journeying, in long serenity, away.
  In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
  Might wear out life like thee, ‘mid bowers and brooks
  And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
  And music of kind voices ever nigh;
  And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
  Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.
  – William Cullen Bryant

  Dry, cold autumn wind. A rustle of red leaves, a touch of smoke and sap in the air.

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