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  An utterly feral, thoroughly rousing perfume. Red patchouli sweetened by orange blossom.

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  Wembley Perfume Oil

  To Wemble is a Fragglish word that means (roughly) “to be so unable to make up one’s mind that it’s ridiculous.” Wembley is indecision personified. Wembley has an uncanny ability to find merit on both sides of any issue. This talent occasionally casts him in the role of peacemaker.

  Innocently indecisive: white musk, banana, orange blossom, honey, pineapple, and mint.

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  Tweedledee Perfume Oil

  Tweedledum and Tweedledee 
  Agreed to have a battle! 
  For Tweedledum said Tweedledee 
  Had spoiled his nice new rattle. 

  Just then flew down a monstrous crow, 
  As black as a tar-barrel! 
  Which frightened both the heroes so, 
  They quite forgot their quarrel.’
  
  Ridiculous! Kumquat, white pepper, white tea and orange blossom.

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  Les Bijoux Perfume Oil

  My well-beloved was stripped. Knowing my whim,
  She wore her tinkling gems, but naught besides:
  And showed such pride as, while her luck betides,
  A sultan’s favored slave may show to him.

  When it lets off its lively, crackling sound,
  This blazing blend of metal crossed with stone
  Gives me an ecstasy I’ve only known
  Where league of sound and lustre can be found.

  She let herself be loved: then, drowsy-eyed,
  Smiled down from her high couch in languid ease.
  My love was deep and gentle as the seas
  And rose to her as to a cliff the tide.

  My own approval of each dreamy pose,
  Like a tamed tiger, cunningly she sighted:
  And candour, with lubricity united,
  Gave piquancy to every one she chose.

  Her limbs and hips, burnished with changing lustres
  Before my eyes, clairvoyant and serene,
  Swanned themselves, undulating in their sheen;
  Her breasts and belly, of my vine the clusters,

  Like evil angels rose, my fancy twitting,
  To kill the peace which over me she’d thrown,
  And to disturb her from the crystal throne
  Where, calm and solitary, she was sitting.

  So swerved her pelvis that, in one design,
  Antiope’s white rump it seemed to graft
  To a boy’s torso, merging fore and aft.
  The talc on her brown tan seemed half-divine.

  The lamp resigned its dying flame. Within,
  The hearth alone lit up the darkened air,
  And every time it sighed a crimson flare
  It drowned in blood that amber-coloured skin.

  Skin musk and honey, blood-red rose, orange blossom, white peach, red apple, frankincense and myrrh.

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