The aspirations of man, both in the material and spiritual worlds: clove, birch tar, red ginger root, and frankincense.
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++ FACES OF THE EMPEROR
– August 30, 2018
This smells EXACTLY like a burning, unscented, tealight candle
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A midnight scent, evoking images of flickering golden firelight reflecting off the sheen of glistening skin and the jerking shadows of bodies suffused with spiritual ecstasy. A deep, powerful, resonant blend of myrrh, patchouli, vetiver, lime, vanilla, pine, almond and clove.
He turned, and standing there was a tall woman, with long, tawny hair, and skin the color of burnt caramel. She wore dappled leather clothes, mottled in shades of gray and brown. She had a battered leather duffel bag over her shoulder. She was carrying a staff, and she had a knife at her belt and an electric flashlight strapped to her wrist. She was also, without question, the most beautiful woman that Richard had ever seen.
Leonine amber, tanned hides, clove, and clary sage.
The amiable, ebullient proprietor of the Mirror Ballroom, where Jelly Roll Morton got his first gig.
Miss Burt, while very young, is of a type that pleases most men of today – the witty, pretty, and natty – a lady of fashion.
Her managerial possibilities are phenomenal, to say the least, and her success here has proven itself beyond a doubt.
Miss Burt has been with us but a short while but has won all hearts. Her palace is second to none. It is good for one who loves the beautiful to visit Miss Burt’s handsome palace. There are no words for the ladies – one can only realize the grandeur of feminine beauty and artistic settings after an hour or so in the palace of Hilma Burt.
Miss Burt, aside from having two handsome homes here, has one in St. Louis and one in Kansas City, Mo., where, it is said, she is as popular as in New Orleans.
Don’t forget to converse with her, as she is very clever, jolly, and cultured.
205 N. Basin
Honeysuckle, Bulgarian rose, night blooming jasmine, sweet clove, cedarwood, black tea, and nectarine.
Lush, creamy vanilla and the honey of the sweetest kiss smeared with the vital throb of husky clove, swollen red cherries, but darkened with the vampiric sensuality of vetiver, soporific poppy and blood red wine, and a skin-light pulse of feral musk.