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  As they are,
  Things are fine,
  Sweeping fallen leaves.
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  Label artwork: Sakai Hoitsu

   

  The blissful contentment of committing to exist in the moment: white sandalwood smoke, hinoki, white tea, and falling leaves.

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  II. The Priestess Perfume Oil

  Her skin was pale, and her eyes were dark, and her hair was dyed black. She went on a daytime talk show and proclaimed herself a vampire queen. She showed the cameras her dentally crafted fangs, and brought on ex-lovers who, in various stages of embarrassment, admitted that she had drawn their blood, and that she drank it.

  “You can be seen in a mirror, though?” asked the talk show hostess.

  She was the richest woman in America, and had got that way by bringing the freaks and the hurt and the lost out in front of her cameras and showing their pain to the world.

  The studio audience laughed.

  The woman seemed slightly affronted. “Yes. Contrary to what people may think, vampires can be seen in mirrors and on television cameras.”

  “Well, that’s one thing you finally got right, honey,” said the hostess of the daytime talk show. But she put her hand over her microphone as she said it, and it was never broadcast.

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  Wrapped in Sable Garments Perfume Oil

  Cacao, smoked mahogany, tonka, sweet aged patchouli, and white sandalwood.

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  Bone Orchard Home & Linen Spray

  Back in prison, Low Key Lyesmith had once referred to the little prison cemetery out behind the infirmary as the Bone Orchard, and the image had taken root in Shadow’s mind. That night he had dreamed of an orchard under the moonlight, of skeletal white trees, their branches ending in bony hands, their roots going deep down into the graves. There was fruit that grew upon the trees in the bone orchard, in his dream, and there was something very disturbing about the fruit in the dream, but on waking he could no longer remember what strange fruit grew on the trees, nor why he found it so repellent.

  Clacking white sandalwood bones, grave soil, and the bruise-purple fruits of death and decay.

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