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  Solanine, the Flower Girl Perfume Oil

  In the distance, you hear the discordant tolling of churchbells, uneven and strangely triumphant. As you turn towards the beckoning clang, you feel something brush across your neck: a gentle caress before a hundred pricking trichomes tear at your skin. There is a sudden whipping sensation and a clench of movement, and your throat is clamped in a rigid green noose.

  A raspy voice whispers, “Pardon,” and the grip on you loosens.

  A woman stands behind you. She holds a basket overflowing with creeping vines and flowers: razor-thorned roses, vibrant bursts of oleander, drooping cascades of wisteria, sprays of white hemlock and lily of the valley, bruise-blue pillows of aconite, purple-veined henbane, and the snapping jaws of monstrously large flytraps, glistening wet with mucilage. Her clothes smell faintly of manchineel smoke, and her fingertips are stained green. She smiles and shudders as the green tendrils that surround her writhe and contract. She plucks a red-spotted mushroom from her basket and places it gently in your palm before turning away.

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  The Silk Strings of the Shamisen Perfume Oil

  Wisteria and white clove, green tea leaf, and frankincense.

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  One Girl Perfume Oil

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  Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough,
  Atop on the topmost twig, — which the pluckers forgot, somehow, —
  Forget it not, nay; but got it not, for none could get it till now.

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  Like the wild hyacinth flower which on the hills is found,
  Which the passing feet of the shepherds for ever tear and wound,
  Until the purple blossom is trodden in the ground.
  – Sappho, translated by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

  Wild orchid, indigo poppies, incense smoke, wisteria, and apple pulp.

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  Les Fleurs du Mal Perfume Oil

  The scents of the blossoms of darkness, condensed into one perfume. Features a rose base, softened with lilac and wisteria.

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