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  Eusapia 2024 Perfume Oil

  The case I allude to is that of an invalid woman who belongs to the humblest class of society. She is nearly thirty years old and very ignorant; her look is neither fascinating nor endowed with the power which modern criminologists call irresistible; but when she wishes, be it by day or by night, she can divert a curious group for an hour or so with the most surprising phenomena. Either bound to a seat or firmly held by the hands of the curious, she attracts to her the articles of furniture which surround her, lifts them up, holds them suspended in the air like Mahomet’s coffin, and makes them come down again with undulatory movements, as if they were obeying her will. She increases their weight or lessens it according to her pleasure. She raps or taps upon the walls, the ceiling, the floor, with fine rhythm and cadence. In response to the requests of the spectators, something like flashes of electricity shoot forth from her body, and envelop her or enwrap the spectators of these marvellous scenes. She draws upon cards that you hold out, everything that you want – figures, signatures, numbers, sentences – by just stretching out her hand toward the indicated place.

  If you place in the corner of the room a vessel containing a layer of soft clay, you find after some moments the imprint in it of a small or a large hand, the image of a face (front view or profile) from which a plaster cast can be taken. In this way portraits of a face taken at different angles have been preserved, and those who desire so to do can thus make serious and important studies.

  This woman rises in the air, no matter what bands tie her down. She seems to lie upon the empty air, as on a couch, contrary to all the laws of gravity; she plays on musical instruments – organs, bells, tambourines – as if they had been touched by her hands or moved by the breath of invisible gnomes… This woman at times can increase her stature by more than four inches.
  —Chiaia, in a letter to Lombroso

   Pale lilacs, white tea, and candle wax.

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  Quicken the Soul Through the Blood Perfume Oil

  Thou shalt touch and make redder his roses

  With juice not of fruit nor of bud;

  When the sense in the spirit reposes,

  Thou shalt quicken the soul through the blood.

  Thine, thine the one grace we implore is,

  Who would live and not languish or feign,

  O sleepless and deadly Dolores,

  Our Lady of Pain.

   

  Cacao, red patchouli, night-blooming jasmine, Roman chamomile, and white tea.

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  The Torture Queen Perfume Oil

  White amber, vanilla musk, white tea, ambergris, gardenia, and chrome.

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  A Record Book of Ships Entering the Harbor Perfume Oil

  Vanilla sandalwood and vanilla cream with a hint of tobacco absolute and blackcurrant bud.

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