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Coraline Jones Perfume Oil
$32.00
Coraline Jones Perfume Oil
$32.00
“What should I do?” asked Coraline.
“Read a book,” said her mother. “Watch a video. Play with your toys. Go and pester Miss Spink or Miss Forcible, or the crazy old man upstairs.”
“No,” said Coraline. “I don’t want to do those things. I want to explore.”
Dry grass, clean skin, and a little bit of mossy berry.
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Upon initial application, the grass note is green and fresh, but, thankfully, is not noticeably a lawn. On the drydown, the juxtaposition of clean skin and moss is slight-ly disturbing. The berry note adds a bit of tartness, but does not make the scent pink-mostly blends with the green to brighten it. Drying out, the blend is surprisingly creamy (must be the musk), and mossy green, without being at all muddy. It reminds me much of Eden, but with less of a rich milky note.
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