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For my heart too springs up at the pressure,
Mine eyelids too moisten and burn;
Ah, feed me and fill me with pleasure,
Ere pain come in turn.
Black patchouli, honey, and thick vanilla amber.
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“Rum punch is not improperly called Kill-Devil; for thousands lose their lives by its means. When newcomers use it to the least excess, they expose themselves to imminent peril, for it heats the blood and brings on fevers, which in a very few hours send them to their graves.”
Sugar cane, molasses, oak wood, and honey.
Who has known all the evil before us,
Or the tyrannous secrets of time?
Though we match not the dead men that bore us
At a song, at a kiss, at a crime–
Though the heathen outface and outlive us,
And our lives and our longings are twain–
Ah, forgive us our virtues, forgive us,
Our Lady of Pain.
Pale frankincense, styrax, East African black patchouli, cinnamon leaf, rosewood, and palisander.
This is the house, the sacred box, Where, always draped in languorous frocks, And always at home if someone knocks,
One elbow into the pillow pressed, She lies, and lazily fans her breast, While fountains weep their soulfullest:
This is the chamber of Dorothy. Fountain and breeze for her alone Sob in that soothing undertone. Was ever so spoiled a harlot known?
With odorous oils and rosemary, Benzoin and every unguent grown, Her skin is rubbed most delicately. The flowers are faint with ecstasy.
The Scarlet Woman, aglow with sensual indolence: red musk, benzoin, caramel accord, golden honey, and spiced Moroccan unguents.
The sublimely beautiful, fiercely independent, impeccably cultured, fascinatingly worldly and witty courtesans of ancient Greece. A seductive and dazzling blend of golden honey, fiery patchouli, sweet fig and clove, and a blushing touch of ylang ylang.
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