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  Seven Inches of Blood Perfume Oil

  The grave of the Countess Mircalla was opened; and the General and my father recognized each his perfidious and beautiful guest, in the face now disclosed to view. The features, though a hundred and fifty years had passed since her funeral, were tinted with the warmth of life. Her eyes were open; no cadaverous smell exhaled from the coffin. The two medical men, one officially present, the other on the part of the promoter of the inquiry, attested the marvelous fact that there was a faint but appreciable respiration, and a corresponding action of the heart. The limbs were perfectly flexible, the flesh elastic; and the leaden coffin floated with blood, in which to a depth of seven inches, the body lay immersed.
  
  A shimmering pool of coppery red musk, Dracaena cinnabari, clove bud, cacao, and lead.

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  Come With Me, Loving Me to Death Perfume Oil

  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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  Melancholy Fire Perfume Oil

  Between these passionate moments there were long intervals of commonplace, of gaiety, of brooding melancholy, during which, except that I detected her eyes so full of melancholy fire, following me, at times I might have been as nothing to her.
  
  A luminous cold flame: chilled bergamot, Ceylon cinnamon, white clove bud, amber, and incense smoke.
  

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  Autumn Bouquet Hair Gloss

  Carnations, sunset roses, hydrangea, and sunflowers bound in a clove-tinged pumpkin-orange velvet ribbon.

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