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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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  Chocolate Babka Perfume Oil

  A diasporic take on an ancestral dessert: braided chocolate rye bread with a sliver of almond paste filling.

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  Diana Perfume Oil

  My temple stands in Ephesus: hie thee thither,
  And do upon mine altar sacrifice.
  There, when my maiden priests are met together,
  before the people all,
  Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife:
  To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter’s, call
  And give them repetition to the life.
  Or perform my bidding, or thou livest in woe;
  Do it, and happy; by my silver bow!

  Artemis, standing in her golden chariot… driving off with her fast-trotting deer over the hills and far away to some rich-scented sacrifice: leather, gleaming golden amber, red amaranth, cypress, asphodel accord, a gleam of silver, and soft brown musk.

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  Implacable Beautiful Tyrant Perfume Oil

  When, with flame all around him aspirant,

  Stood flushed, as a harp-player stands,

  The implacable beautiful tyrant,

  Rose-crowned, having death in his hands;

  And a sound as the sound of loud water

  Smote far through the flight of the fires,

  And mixed with the lightning of slaughter

  A thunder of lyres.

   

  Golden amber, frankincense, white ginger, and oudh.

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