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We are the smuttiest. Three swarthy, smutty musks sweetened with sugar and woozy with dark booze notes.
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They call me Troll; Gnawer of the Moon, Giant of the Gale-blasts, Curse of the rain-hall, Companion of the Sibyl, Nightroaming hag, Swallower of the loaf of heaven. What is a Troll but that?
A lurching, hateful, bitter scent. This is a gruesome blend of ghastly greens and blacks: vetiver, pine pitch, troll musk, black basil, clove smoke, and scorched cumin.
Field grey courgette musk, roughly cured leather, and vetiver.
Leather, musk, blood, and steel.
A hint of leather and an understated vintage musk layered over the scent of lightly perspiring, honey-dusted skin.
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