The ghost of your memory, baby it's the thistle in the kiss
It's the burglar that can break the rose's neck
It's the tattooed broken promise I've gotta hide beneath my sleeve
I'm gonna see you every time I turn my back
Oh, loves, I hope you don't find me too predictable, but it had to be done and the scent is anything but. My Saint Valentine's Day scent, inspired, of course, by the irreproducible Tom Waits. A moody bouquet of hyacinth and violet and poppies and figs, washed down with shots of real whiskey and bitters and delicate musks and mint. Very potent, very heady.
A cloudy consistency and ruby-red droplets are normal for this blend!
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