luna65 Posted August 7, 2018 Share Posted August 7, 2018 Our beloved customers just can’t get enough of this treasure of the sea! One of our perennial bestsellers since its introduction in 2004…all the magical seductive allure of those daughters of La Mer: a lush floral bouquet of water lily, plumaria, gardenia, magnolia and lotus, with fresh green accents of Hawaiian maile leaf & vines, cucumber and bamboo, drowned in sea moss and bladderwrack and sweetened with a tropical twist of pineapple, mango and coconut. Each full-sized bottle contains the mermaid's treasure in the form of a pearl. WATER LILY ~ Purity of heart. PLUMERIA ~ Love, strong ingredient for love spells. GARDENIA ~ Mood elevator; powerfully 'magnetic' for women, enhances visage, love, passion, peace, healing, spirituality. MAGNOLIA ~ Nobility. Psychic enhancer; inspires peace and harmony; fidelity. MELONS ~ Water magic, fertility HAWAIIAN MAILE LEAF & VINES ~ Wedded love, fidelity, friendship, affection, protection, sex, divination, healing, stamina. BAMBOO ~ Protection, hex breaking, luck and wishes, fertility, wisdom, feminine energy. BLADDERWRACK and SEA MOSS ~ Protection, money, psychic powers, sea spells. CUCUMBER ~ Healing, fertility, abundance, invigorating. PINEAPPLE ~ Draws money and luck; chastity, protection. MANGO ~ Increases male libido, spiritually elevating. COCONUT ~ Chastity, protection, purification, receptivity. Created by: Mara Fox Description: Julie (luna65) Label art: LPMP Greatest Hits collection, August 2015 LPMP Encores: the scents you’ve been asking for! Our August 2015 collection is devoted to the limited edition return of the some of the fastest-selling and most beloved fragrances of the LPMP oeuvre - scents which get so many requests for a rebrew we wanted to make your olfactory dreams come true! Whether mouth-watering or soul-stirring, welcome back these old friends or make some new ones, and as always, add a little MAGIC to your life! Review Thread Sailors long for movement, for freedom, the vast deep blue: nothing but sky and sea and the wind and the stars to guide their way. But in Her dominion, the Sea has her own way with travelers and where they desire to journey is not always where they arrive… Upon a coral atoll in the midst of the aquamarine depths of the Indian Ocean, a trio of mermaids sun themselves upon the rocks, conversing with various gulls and cormorants, learning the news of distant lands and weather patterns. The sun blazes overhead, the water refracting its shine into infinite glittering shards. They sing, and the birds take to the air, squawking in answer, the laughter of gulls, as they cannot be enthralled by the sirenian hymns to the pleasures of drowning, experiencing the mysteries of Lost Atlantis, and of the Deep Ones who dwell in regions dark and suffocating even to mer-folk. Their faces embody a beauty which is not found upon the land, their very bones formed by the atmospheric pressure of their subaquatic realm. Fine-featured, their eyes are the ever-changing blue-green of the water, with a shimmer which once viewed is never forgotten. Legions of men spend their lives haunted by brief chance encounters with the daughters of Panthalassa. For it is not merely their song which persists in an enraptured mind...the very uncanniness of their existence, emerging from places where everything is green and submarine, rising up out of the water with a trill of echoing melody like the sound of the waves and the whales and the gulls and the wails of lost souls subsumed within Her watery grasp. A boat appears in their sight, far off but gliding upon the calm of the brine, on a heading straight for their temporary idyll. They climb the rocks, arranging themselves most artfully among the crevasses and in the water, awaiting the souls they seek to claim. The voices of the hapless gents carry upon the wind, conversations and snatches of shanties. “Have ye heard this way is treacherous, lads? Thick with the scent of mer-folk and of Leviathan and other things we dast not spake of.” Go down ye blood-red roses, go down. The creaking of the sails and masts in the wind is a welcome sound. For theirs is often a lonely existence, when there are no men to serenade. “My arms ache for the weight of a man, my lips long for his kiss, his breath.” “His suffering!” They laugh, and it chimes like bells upon the air, the sound of malign mischief. It does not take long for the echoes to reach that doomed vessel cutting through the water like a diamond upon glass. “Cut the sails! Stop up yer ears, me lads! Hurry now, it must be wax, not cloth, to keep their infernal song from beguiling ye mortal souls!” Several men jump straight into the sea and begin swimming toward the atoll, those who were seeking an end to their torment, full of dreams which contained equal amounts of desire and dread, just for having heard even a few notes, or spied a shining head with wide green eyes and flowing dark hair observing their passage upon a stormy night. One of them cries out even as he is paddling furiously toward them. “Take me, siren! Take me down to the embrace of eternal night!” One of the sisters is only happy to oblige...for they know that once a man sets his sights upon a sirenia his soul is already lost, there is only the agonizing wait for the final consummation. Even as those who have abandoned ship reach the atoll and climb the rocks, the mermaids’ voices swell to reach the boat as those sailors are reaching for anything at hand to save themselves: stuffing their ears, tying themselves down, or guzzling rum till they succumb to intoxication. Their cries of anguish, their cries for mercy, are only a low-key murmuring beneath the glorious song which the Earth has heard since the seas rushed to fill it aeons ago. down down down drown drown drown below below below we go tide tide tide time time time we abide Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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