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  Mr. Jacquel Perfume Oil

  Shadow looked up at the creature. “Mr. Jacquel?” he said.

  The hands of Anubis came down, huge dark hands, and they picked Shadow up and brought him close.

  The jackal head examined him with bright and glittering eyes; examined him as dispassionately as Mr. Jacquel had examined the dead girl on the slab. Shadow knew that all his faults, all his failings, all his weaknesses were being taken out and weighed and measured; that he was, in some way, being dissected, and sliced, and tasted.

  We do not remember the things that do no credit to us. We justify them, cover them in bright lies or with the thick dust of forgetfulness. All of the things that Shadow had done in his life of which he was not proud, all the things he wished he had done otherwise or left undone, came at him then in a swirling storm of guilt and regret and shame, and he had nowhere to hide from them. He was as naked and as open as a corpose on a table, and dark Anubis the jackal god was his prosector and his prosecutor and his persecutor.

  “Please,” said Shadow. “Please stop.”

  But the examination did not stop. Every lie he had ever told, every object he had stolen, every hurt he had inflicted on another person, all the little crimes and the tiny murders that make up the day, each of these things and more were extracted and held up to the light by the jackal-headed judge of the dead.

  Golden amber, hyssop, North African patchouli, and embalming spices.

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  Lines to a Nasturtium (A Lover Muses) Perfume Oil

  Anne Spencer
  
  Flame-flower, Day-torch, Mauna Loa,
  I saw a daring bee, today, pause, and soar,
  Into your flaming heart;
  Then did I hear crisp, crinkled laughter
  As the furies after tore him apart?
  A bird, next, small and humming,
  Looked into your startled depths and fled…
  Surely, some dread sight, and dafter
  Than human eyes as mine can see,
  Set the stricken air waves drumming
  In his flight.
   
  Day-torch, Flame-flower, cool-hot Beauty,
  I cannot see, I cannot hear your flutey;
  Voice lure your loving swain,
  But I know one other to whom you are in beauty
  Born in vain:
  Hair like the setting sun,
  Her eyes a rising star,
  Motions gracious as reeds by Babylon, bar
  All your competing;
  Hands like, how like, brown lilies sweet,
  Cloth of gold were fair enough to touch her feet.
  Ah, how the sense reels at my repeating,
  As once in her fire-lit heart I felt the furies
  Beating, beating.
   
  Hair like the setting sun, eyes a rising star, and a heart fire-lit: golden amber, warm nutmeg, cardamom pod, tolu balsam, sweet patchouli, vanilla absolute, wildflower honey, lovage root, and cacao.

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  Altarpiece – No 1 – Group X Perfume Oil

  Altarpiece – No 1 – Group X. Hilma af Klint 1907
  “I was privileged to visit the ‘Hilma af Klint: Paintings for the Future’ exhibit when it was at the Guggenheim in 2019. The scale and scope of some of these visionary works were of such a breathtaking nature that I grew faint and strange; I thought (hoped, even!) I might be experiencing an art attack, a psychosomatic episode, a soupçon of Stendahl Syndrome. What made the afternoon complete was when my boyfriend’s mother wandered into the Mapplethorpe exhibit and was a bit scandalized. not having any familiarity or context before doing so. All kinds of feels on this day!”

  A prism of sacred frankincense refracting a golden amber light into a spectrum of daemonorops draco, King mandarin, golden oud, verdant moss, blue tansy, indigo vegetal musk, and wild plum.

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  How Doth the Little Crocodile Perfume Oil

  How doth the little crocodile
  Improve his shining tail,
  And pour the waters of the Nile
  On every golden scale!

  How cheerfully he seems to grin,
  How neatly spreads his claws,
  And welcomes little fishes in
  With gently smiling jaws!

  Chocolate peppermint, mint-soaked vanilla, pistachio, oakmoss, and green cedar.

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