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Ribbons of thick curd cooling in a crust flecked with crystallized purple buds.
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Dark children conceived from the union of Fallen Angels and the Daughters of Men. According to lore, the angel Shemhazai led a group of his angels to earth to instruct mankind in the ways of piety and righteousness. After a time, the angels became prey to earthly desires and began to lust after the daughters of man, and thus they fell. They instructed their mortal mates in the arts of conjuration, summoning, necromancy and other magickal arts. The fruits of their union are the Nephilim: possessed of superhuman strength, cunning, and infinite capacity, and hunger for, sin. Venerated as heroes by some, vilified by most, the Nephilim eventually annihilated one another in a cataclysmic civil war instigated by the angel Gabriel as punishment for their transgressions.
Holy frankincense and hyssop in union with earthy fig, defiled by black patchouli and vetiver, with a chaotic infusion of lavender, cardamom, tamarind, rosemary, oakmoss and cypress.
“It bit me!”
“What did you expect fairies to do?”
“I thought they did nice things.
Like — like granting wishes.”
“Shows what you know, don’t it?”
Osmanthus and raw honey with lavender, chamomile, white peppermint, raspberry, honeysuckle, thyme, bergamot, and Dracula orchid.
To stab my youth with desperate knives, to wear
This paltry age’s gaudy livery,
To let each base hand filch my treasury,
To mesh my soul within a woman’s hair,
And be mere Fortune’s lackeyed groom, — I swear
I love it not! these things are less to me
Than the thin foam that frets upon the sea,
Less than the thistle-down of summer air
Which hath no seed: better to stand aloof
Far from these slanderous fools who mock my life
Knowing me not, better the lowliest roof
Fit for the meanest hind to sojourn in,
Than to go back to that hoarse cave of strife
Where my white soul first kissed the mouth of sin.
A sophisticated traditional gentleman’s cologne, with just the slightest taint of patchouli’s passion, tonka bean’s decadence, the philanthropy of bergamot, moss’ cynicism, the sharp wit of lavender, and the hopeless romantic longing of jasmine and thyme.
A classic Victorian men’s cologne: a lavender fougere, with hints of lilac, lime, and citrus musk.
twopeople007 –
smells lovely in the bottle. all buttery and crumbly like… well, exactly like a lemon bar base! didnt really catch any lavender, or much lemon
as soon as it hit my skin oh BOY! i hope this settles down a tad because it is VERY LEMON. can smell the lavender underneath. a very sharp smell. has not transformed into some sort of cleaning product yet so i remain hopeful. perhaps those scents in the bottle Will Out.
a few minutes later and its getting there! some of those buttery notes are coming in, and the VIOLENT LEMON EXPLOSION has chilled out a little. the lavender is coming through much more strongly now. smells best form a distance, it seems like thats where all the buttery notes hang out.
a little while longer and i think we’re in business baby! the buttery is back, and playing nicely with the lemon lavender! let this one sit for a bit before you go out because wow those notes come on strong to start with!