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  Lyonesse Perfume Oil

  Then rose the King and moved his host by night
  And ever pushed Sir Mordred, league by league,
  Back to the sunset bound of Lyonesse —
  A land of old upheaven from the abyss
  By fire, to sink into the abyss again;
  Where fragments of forgotten peoples dwelt,
  And the long mountains ended in a coast
  Of ever-shifting sand, and far away
  The phantom circle of a moaning sea.

  Golden vanilla and gilded musk, stargazer lily, white sandalwood, grey amber, elemi, orris root, ambergris and sea moss.

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  The Torture Queen Perfume Oil

  White amber, vanilla musk, white tea, ambergris, gardenia, and chrome.

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  Zorya Polunochnaya Perfume Oil

  Her hair was pale and colorless in the moon’s thin light. She wore a white cotton nightgown, with a high lace neck and a hem that swept the ground. Shadow sat up, entirely awake. “You are Zorya Polu . . . ,” he hesitated. “The sister who was asleep.”

  “I am Zorya Polunochnaya, yes. And you are called Shadow, yes? That was what Zorya Vechernyaya told me, when I woke.”

  “Yes. What were you looking at, out there?”

  She looked at him, then she beckoned him to join her by the window. She turned her back while he pulled on his jeans. He walked over to her. It seemed a long walk, for such a small room.

  He could not tell her age. Her skin was unlined, her eyes were dark, her lashes were long, her hair was to her waist and white. The moonlight drained colors into ghosts of themselves. She was taller than either of her sisters.

  She pointed up into the night sky. “I was looking at that,” she said, pointing to the Big Dipper. “See?”

  “Ursa Major,” he said. “The Great Bear.”

  “That is one way of looking at it,” she said. “But it is not the way from where I come from. I am going to sit on the roof. Would you like to come with me?”

   

  Pale amber and ambergris, gossamer vanilla, moonflower, and white tobacco petals.

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  Vicomte de Valmont Perfume Oil

   I promised her my eternal love, and I actually thought that for a couple of hours. 

  Rake, scoundrel, demon in a frock coat. Devilishly seductive, ultimately tragic; a villain undone and redeemed by love. Based on an 18th century gentlemen’s cologne: ambergris, white musk, white sandalwood, Spanish Moss, orange blossom, three mints, jasmine, rose geranium and a spike of rosemary.

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