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Weight | 1 oz |
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$32.00
An effervescent aldehydic peach cologne with hints of crushed herbs and fern.
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It was loud, and brash, and insane, and it was, in many ways, quite wonderful. People argued, haggled, shouted, sang. They hawked and touted their wares, and loudly declaimed the superiority of their merchandise. Music was playing—a dozen different kinds of music, being played a dozen different ways on a score of different instruments, most of them improvised, improved, improbable. Richard could smell food. All kinds of food—the smells of curries and spices seemed to predominate, with, beneath them, the smells of grilling meats and mushrooms. Stalls had been set up all throughout the shop, next to or even on, counters that, during the day, had sold perfume, or watches, or amber, or silk scarves.
A cacophony of curious scents: copaiba balsam, petitgrain, citrus rind, sinicuichi accord, betel nut, wasabi root, coconut palm, and wattleseed layered atop innumerable strange herbs, spices, and woods.
“Mister Bobo?”
“The man in the top flat. Mister Bobo. Fine old circus family, I believe. Romanian or Slovenian or Livonian, or one of those countries. Bless me, I can never remember them anymore.”
It had never occurred to Coraline that the crazy old man upstairs actually had a name, she realized. If she’d known his name was Mr. Bobo she would have said it every chance she got. How often do you get to say a name like “Mr. Bobo” aloud?
Cooking herbs, pickles, and mouse fur.
We’ve finally caved in to years of requests for vampiric scents.
As soft as grave dust and as dry as a breath drawn within a long forgotten crypt, this is Nosferatu: desiccated herbs and gritty earth brought to life with a swell of robust and sanguineous red wines.
– Baba Yaga
Spell-soaked herbs and flowers, cold iron, broom twigs, bundles of moss and patchouli root, and moth dust.
– Apothecary
Tea leaf with three mosses, green grass, a medley of herbal notes, and a drop of ginger and fig.
– The Dormouse
A dizzying eddy of four teas brushed with light herbs and a breath of peony.
– Druid
Ancient trees, fertile soil, wild herbs, spring grasses, and burgundy pitch incense.
– Leanan Sidhe
Her perfume is a crush of Irish herbs and flowers, Gaelic mists, and nighttime dew.
– Nosferatu
Desiccated herbs and gritty earth brought to life with a swell of robust and sanguineous red wines.
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