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  A gentlemen’s blend, possessed of dignity, charm and refinement, but in truth masking a corrupted, hideous, soulless core. White musk, lime, lilac and citron.

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  Incubus Perfume Oil

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  The way, I slip back to your bed,
  Quiet as a hooded light,
  Hushed by the shadows of the night.

  And then, my dark one, you shall soon
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  Around a fresh grave, the chilling hiss
  Of serpent coiled shall be my kiss.

  When morning shows his livid face
  Your bed shall feel my empty place,
  As cold as death, till fall of night.

  Others take tenderness to wife:
  Dread gives away your youth and life
  To me, to be bride of fright.

  Spectral white musk and the heart-stopping chill of sheared mint, fanned by caramel-touched body heat, and the diabolical sensuality of black musk, nicotiana, and sage.

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  Juliet Perfume Oil

  Sweet pea with stargazer lily, calla lily, heliotrope, honeysuckle, white musk and a touch of fresh pear.

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  Lady Amalthea Perfume Oil

  Molly Grue had taken the white girl’s head onto her lap, and was whispering over and over, “What have you done?” The girl’s face, quiet in sleep and close to smiling, was the most beautiful that Schmendrick had ever seen. It hurt him and warmed him at the same time. Molly smoothed the strange hair, and Schmendrick noticed on the forehead, above and between the closed eyes, a small, raised mark, darker than the rest of the skin. It was neither a scar nor a bruise. It looked like a flower.

  A luminous white winter musk with lilac, wisteria, white chocolate, white mint, and tuberose

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