Our Mix, No Tape

Your Top notes

  • Chilled cucumber
  • Citrus cocktail
  • Water lotus
  • Drenched green leaves 


Your Heart notes

  • Szechuan pepper
  • Mirabelle plum
  • Lavender
  • White cedarwood 


Your Base notes

  • Sandalwood
  • Guaiac wood
  • Patchouli
  • Musk


Me:

  • Top Note: Williams Pear
    • This note provides a fresh, ripe, and juicy opening to the fragrance.
  • (Heartbreak) Middle Note: Sweet Pea
    • This is a soft, floral note that complements the fruit with a garden-fresh scent.
  • Base Note: White Musk
    • This note creates a powdery, clean, and smooth finish that deepens the scent and adds softness. 
  • Plus a vanilla you generously carry when I need. Me still smaller. Always smaller… like the font and this fountain: 


So what if…

and I’ll entertain it…

It’s actually me 

(who for once) 

Is being protected:

The olfactory distillation

Described above, an assault on sense(s)

That makes us weaker 

than our matching faces/phases 

Being blocked by a goddess shield 

Marked by what I should yield 


The investment, still alluring 

But suddenly 

so clearly 

absolute 

Bullshit


No one in this scenario (or any) 

Rides or Dies for me!

These allusions and allegories 

Of an Olde West, 

Where I feel the blood I’d gladly suckle

In this sudden vampiric rage:  

bait and run 


A colonial bath, boom and bloom


Your skin tone comparative analysis of us

Plus 

Your stories of yore

Always: Starring Kaiser green eyes 

scaly, hairy, translucent, dry skin

Veins so obvious when pleasure hits… 


And suddenly it’s all clear.

This 

Isn’t. 

And I’m not. 


Just like everything else. 

Fuck the matching base note. 

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