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  The Marquis De Carabas Perfume Oil

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  Hippie Ghost Perfume Oil

  A faded snapshot of patchouli-stained peasant blouses, soft suede boots, and smoke.

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  The Jeweled Spider Perfume Oil

  He was looking at Mr. Nancy, an old black man with a pencil mustache, in his check sports jacket and his lemon-yellow gloves, riding a carousel lion as it rose and lowered, high in the air; and, at the same time, in the same place, he saw a jeweled spider as high as a horse, its eyes an emerald nebula, strutting, staring down at him; and simultaneously he was looking at an extraordinarily tall man with teak-colored skin and three sets of arms, wearing a flowing ostrich-feather headdress, his face painted with red stripes, riding an irritated golden lion, two of his six hands holding on tightly to the beast’s mane; and he was also seeing a young black boy, dressed in rags, his left foot all swollen and crawling with blackflies; and last of all, and behind all these things, Shadow was looking at a tiny brown spider, hiding under a withered ocher leaf.

  Shadow saw all these things, and he knew they were the same thing.

  “If you don’t close your mouth,” said the many things that were Mr. Nancy, “somethin’s goin’ to fly in there.”

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  Bourbon & Bone Hair Gloss

  Clacking white sandalwood drenched in whiskey and a puff of cigar smoke.

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