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  Sweets to the Sweet Perfume Oil

  One sight did catch her attention however. Scrawled on the paving stones she was walking over—and all but erased by rain and the passage of feet—the same phrase she'd seen in the bedroom of number 14: “Sweets to the sweet.” The words were so benign; why did she seem to sense menace in them? Was it in their excess, perhaps, in the sheer overabundance of sugar upon sugar, honey upon honey?

  Sugar upon sugar, honey upon honey: white cane sugar and honey absolute.

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  Pure Applesauce Perfume Oil

  King vs Burwell

  The Court claims that the Act must equate federal and state establishment of Exchanges when it defines a qualified individual as someone who (among other things) lives in the “State that established the Exchange,” 42 U.S.C. 18032(f)(1)(A). Otherwise, the Court says, there would be no qualified individuals on federal Exchanges, contradicting (for example) the provision requiring every Exchange to take the ” ‘interests of qualified individuals’ ” into accountwhen selecting health plans. Ante, at 11 (quoting 18031(e)(1)(b)). Pure applesauce.

  Our applesauce is decidedly impure: mashed apples with sugar and honey, slivered with tobacco tar and black tea.

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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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  Non-Compliant Perfume Oil

  Too butch, too femme, too sexy, not sexy enough, too smart, too big, too loud, too angry.

  Sugar and bile, leather and blood, honey and rum, shredded patchouli and vetiver, tobacco and lime.

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