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  Sed Non Satiata Perfume Oil

  Strange goddess, brown as evening to the sight,
  Whose scent is half of musk, half of havanah,
  Work of some obi, Faust of the Savanah,
  Ebony witch, and daughter of the night.

  By far preferred to troth, or opium, or sleep,
  Love vaunts the red elixir of your mouth.
  My caravan of longings seeks in drouth
  Your eyes, the wells at which my cares drink deep.

  Through those black eyes, by which your soul respires,
  Pitiless demon! pour less scorching fires.
  I am no Styx nine times with flame to wed.

  Nor can I turn myself to Proserpine
  To break your spell, Megera libertine!
  Within the dark inferno of your bed.

  A pounding heartbeat coalesced into scent: demonic passion and brutal sexuality manifested through myrrh, red patchouli, cognac, honey, and tuberose and geranium in a breathy, panting veil over the darkest body musk.

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  The Stuff that Dreams are Made Of Perfume Oil

  John Anster Fitzgerald 

  A hypnotic summer reverie: gilded vanilla and coconut milk in a swirl of tuberose, wild jasmine, almond blossom, apricot rind, pomegranate brocade, and crystalline poppy.

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  Is He, You Know Perfume Oil

  Fellas, is it gay to have a skeletal system? Short answer: YES! Because the human wrist was undeniably made to flap and go “enh.”

   

  There are many theories about the historical origin of the so-called “limp wrist” gesture, which has bedeviled arbiters of masculine presentation since at least the ancient Roman times. So when we defiantly flop our phalanges, we’re reclaiming a time-honored tradition! And letting our skeletons do what they do most naturally: camp it up.

   

  Did you know the human wrist is made up of eight small bones, plus the forearm’s radius and ulna? Factor in the four small ones that comprise that lightly extended pinkie finger, and the number of bones required to execute this delicate maneuver add up to FOURTEEN. No wonder we’re always so tired.

  So defy nature if you truly must, but never forget: when bones are all that’s left of you, the wrists will be extra floppy. And we think that’s worth celebrating while you’re still alive!
  
  Sweet 13-year aged patchouli, peru balsam, white oakmoss, French lavender, spikenard, bourbon vanilla, and sugar cane.

  Art by Drew Rausch

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  Circe Individiosa Perfume Oil

  Circe Invidiosa, John William Waterhouse. 1892
  “The colors in this painting are so lush and beautiful that they defy description. I have always thought that tipping dish of poison, the shade of crushed emeralds and mantis wings, must be the precise color of our heart’s blood when we are in the venomous throes of enraged, envious desire.”

  Salt-spray dotting an azure cove, its waters swirling with noxious poisons and venom drawn from dreadful roots: a cascade of blackcurrant and crystalline blue-green waters infused with theriac accord, bruised henbane accord, white gardenia, pear, cedarwood, emerald mosses, tuberose, and bitter almond.

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