Art by Abigail Larson, story by Sheridan LeFanu, scents by Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.
Come With Me, Loving Me to Death Perfume Oil
$29.00
Come With Me, Loving Me to Death Perfume Oil
$29.00
You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish. How jealous I am you cannot know. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me and still come with me. and hating me through death and after. There is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature.
Black orchid, cacao, bitter almond, and black musk.
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