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Black Ice Sleeper Perfume Oil
$30.00
Black Ice Sleeper Perfume Oil
$30.00
The conservation of emotional energy and deep magic to survive the most forbidding winters.
Bittersweet apples encased in ice.
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I’m looking forward to how this ages! Very sharp, like Granny Smith apple. Frosty, chilled, it’s a straightforward scent. My only worry is it turning sour in an unpleasant way. A little goes a long way for this one. It’s got quite the bite to it, which is exactly what I was wanting! 🙂