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Exotic and enticing, with an aura of a licentious lounge populated by mysterious characters, this unisex blend is a fragrantly resonant blending of enthralling tobacco flower and dried tobacco leaf, layered on a base of incense-like oud then topped with a single intriguing black orchid blossom.  Wonderful for nighttime wear, to further its’ dusky attraction we’ve enhanced this scent with a dose of our exclusive PERFECT MATCH pheromone blend, a *soulmate* type blend which both sexes can wear. Promotes attraction, bonding, trust, communication, conquering of nervousness and happy, good-time mood elevation. Reminds established couples of that first blush of new love, complete with butterflies in the tummy!


TOBACCO ~ Healing, purification, spiritualism. An ode to the Gods.
ORCHID ~ Strong love symbol; beauty, refinement, fertility, creativity, psychic powers.
VANILLA ~ Aphrodisiac, inspires happiness, playfulness, sexual arousal, lust, vitalizing.
OUD (Agarwood) ~ Love, aphrodisia, spirituality, health.


Created by: Mara Fox

Name & Description: Julie (luna65)

Label art: Lesley Anne Ivory

Valentine Collection 2016


Within her meager lodgings above the apothecary, Amalie read the note once more:

I will wait for you at the Black Cat. Three days, no more. Be brave my love.


Amalie looked out of the window, the street thronged with the usual crowds of laborers, shopkeepers, and other assorted denizens of the market district. She had been lucky, she thought, to have found a shop with someone willing to overlook her obvious station and give her work with no questions asked. But her father had followed and she saw him in the fishmonger’s square that very afternoon. Now that the shadows of sunset had lengthened over the city, and Daneyln waited for her in their special place...Amalie feared to turn any street corner and walk right into her father’s hands.


Amalie missed her family terribly, missed her warm and bright home, missed the comforts and privilege her upbringing had allowed her. But she would trade it all for that single dazzling smile, the flash of warm brown eyes...the eagerness with which she had traveled with him, reveling in the sights, sounds and smells of this city, so full of curiosity and potential.  


She was in love.  And her parents did not approve.


Every evening she sat with Daneyln in the Black Cat, a cafe within the street of the silkweavers and garment-makers, marveling at the endless drama of the artistic life: the laughter and tears, the arguments and the singing, the dramatic readings and colorful paintings upon the walls.  Her first taste of coffee imported from distant realms...holding the hand of the one she loved, as they planned their future life: their dreams and ambitions, their affection for each other, their belief that destiny must be shared and love demanded sacrifice, daring, and boundless commitment.


Had it all been just a dream?


She had left a message, she needed to lie low, to decide where she could hide in the hopes that her father would find some other section of the city to search, rather than turn the market district upside-down in his determined focus. Her father was a man who always got what he wanted, and Amalie’s pleas to be allowed to fall in love as everyone else did were not heard, not heeded.


She closed her eyes, recalling one of the chansons which the owner, Breida, was fond of singing when the hour grew late and the cafe quiet after most had taken their leave.

My lover climbed the mountains and swam in the oceans
nothing will keep him from me.
My lover swung through the trees and sailed the seas
nothing will keep him from me.
All to be near me, all to come hear me
as I sing him this lullaby.
Nothing will keep him from me, my dearest love
nothing will keep him from me.


Her voice - and her eyes - full of tears, Amalie sang in a whisper, clutching the note in her hands.
Nothing will keep him from me.

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