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  Mummeries and Straining-to-be Memorable Passages Perfume Oil

  Obergefell vs Hodges

  Buried beneath the mummeries and straining-to-be-memorable passages of the opinion is a candid and startling assertion: No matter what it was the People ratified, the Fourteenth Amendment protects those rights that the Judiciary, in its ‘reasoned judgment,’ thinks the Fourteenth Amendment ought to protect.

  Rosemary is for remembrance: rosemary water with lavender, blackberry, Italian bergamot, and white musk.

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  The Wellerman Perfume Oil

  There was a ship that put to sea,
  And the name of the ship was the Billy at Tea
  The wind came up, her bow dipped down,
  Blow, my bully boys, blow.

  Soon may the Wellerman come
  And bring us sugar and tea and rum.
  One day, when the tonguin’ is done,
  We’ll take our leave and go.

  She had not been two weeks from shore
  When down on her a right whale bore.
  The captain called all hands and swore
  He’d take that whale in tow.

  Before the boat had hit the water
  The whale’s tail came up and caught her.
  All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her,
  She dived down below.

  A line we dropped all in pursuit
  She raised her tail, a last salute.
  But the harpoon lodged there’s no dispute
  She dived down below.

  For six long days and six long nights
  She drove us south with all her might,
  Until we were too tired to fight,
  Then we let her go.

  The line was cut, the whale was freed;
  The Captain’s mind was not on greed.
  He belonged to the sailor’s creed
  And he let that whale go.

  Sugar, tea, and rum.

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  ‘Tis the Voice of the Lobster Perfume Oil

  ‘Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare
  ‘You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.’
  As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his nose
  Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes.
  When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark,
  And will talk in contemptuous tones of the shark;
  But, when the tide rises and sharks are around,
  His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.

  I passed by his garden and marked, with one eye,
  How the Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie:
  The Panther took pie-crust, and gravy, and meat,
  While the Owl had the dish as its share of the treat.
  When the pie was all finished, the Owl, as a boon,
  Was kindly permitted to pocket the spoon:
  While the Panther received knife and fork with a growl,
  And concluded the banquet by —

  A woody, musky-weird base glooping over with blackberry preserves, a twist of mandarin, strawberry juice, pulverized watermelon, and a handful of smushed gardenia petals.

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  Faiza, The Lady of Serpents Perfume Oil

  Upon the next stage, a primitive cage has been erected. It is made of heavy, dark sticks bound with strips of deep brown leather. The stage is as dark as pitch, and from the shadows, you hear soft hissing, spitting, and an ominous chorus of weird rattling sounds. You approach with some trepidation, and peer between the bars. Your attention is seized by writhing forms on the straw bottom of the cage. As your eyes adjust to the gloom, you realize that the floor is seething with serpents, dark and colorful, languid and large, swift and small. You hear a sultry chuckle, and you see bright, unblinking emerald eyes staring at you from the corner of the cage. A woman crawls through the snakes, her scaled body as sinuous and lissome as the creatures that share her home. She reaches towards you languorously with her sharp-clawed hands and sighs.

  A sensual blend of twisting, exotic, serpentine oils: black amber, oakmoss, green sandalwood, bergamot, jasmine sambac, gardenia, orange pulp, black cardamom, vanilla, blackberry, black musk, blackened vanilla husk, white honey, ti leaf, and ginger.

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