Amoretti LXXV Perfume Oil
$31.00
Amoretti LXXV Perfume Oil
$31.00
A great and golden love: immortal, undying, infinite. A love brightly burned into the stone of eternity: golden amber and scarlet musk, black vanilla absolute, red apple, Siamese benzoin, and sweet fig.
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