Top Notes 
Bergamot
Coriander
Lemon
Mandarin orange
Nutmeg
Pink pepper
Heart Notes 
Rose absolute
Clary sage
Iris
Orange blossom absolute
Base Notes 
Haitian vetiver
Mysore sandalwood
Orris root
Carnation
Tobacco
Virginia cedar
Tonka bean
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The Velvet Vetiver & Tanja
Lou lounged somewhere under the bright sky of Haiti. Warhol wanted it that way, possibly as part of a nine-hour wild wallpaper art action. Warhol's favorite actor Taylor Mead was reading spring poems for little Jad Fair into a broken cassette recorder, and so it was just Lou's curls that acted astronomically in the fade-in, in a monumental fog of microscopic mandarins, hissing fresh lemons and grated coriander, bitter and bright like the fulminant feedbacks that Lou could send towards the sun like on light beam tracks.
When Lou's curls released the canvas moments later, presumably he had just laid down for a bit, bright green Hesperides fog danced in slow motion between blooming orange trees, while as if by Tanja Warhol's hand, a nutty-brown muscat sage filter slowly settled on the lens, bergamot and blossoms bubbling together, magically mixing and marbling, balsamically smearing over the image wall, softly drawn, even softer because Warhol now primed the wallpaper with Mysore sandal cream, scraping some light tobacco, tonka, and cloves like taupe-colored fairy dust through their silk-screen stencils, the warm cream speckling as gigantic blades of grass gradually thrived on the projection surface, prominently shimmering, tree-length, longer than Lou, who now seemed tiny, soon running backward out of the canvas, admiring the impressive image of how from softly swaying meadows, cream-green shimmering, silky soft wafting, mildly sour velvet emerged.
**
The softest vetiver that Tanja could find. Of all places, in the Indian part of Haiti. Lou's curly head in the Cologne fog, the 30-minute crossfade into the orange blossom trees, the balsamic muscat sage filter with hinge function, all staged the green velvet curtain, which plastically dissolves from the silk-screen speckled sandal primer on the skin for several hours, wonderfully wafting softly around you, the costume that carries itself, to all tomorrow's parties.
(With thanks to Tanja)
When Lou's curls released the canvas moments later, presumably he had just laid down for a bit, bright green Hesperides fog danced in slow motion between blooming orange trees, while as if by Tanja Warhol's hand, a nutty-brown muscat sage filter slowly settled on the lens, bergamot and blossoms bubbling together, magically mixing and marbling, balsamically smearing over the image wall, softly drawn, even softer because Warhol now primed the wallpaper with Mysore sandal cream, scraping some light tobacco, tonka, and cloves like taupe-colored fairy dust through their silk-screen stencils, the warm cream speckling as gigantic blades of grass gradually thrived on the projection surface, prominently shimmering, tree-length, longer than Lou, who now seemed tiny, soon running backward out of the canvas, admiring the impressive image of how from softly swaying meadows, cream-green shimmering, silky soft wafting, mildly sour velvet emerged.
**
The softest vetiver that Tanja could find. Of all places, in the Indian part of Haiti. Lou's curly head in the Cologne fog, the 30-minute crossfade into the orange blossom trees, the balsamic muscat sage filter with hinge function, all staged the green velvet curtain, which plastically dissolves from the silk-screen speckled sandal primer on the skin for several hours, wonderfully wafting softly around you, the costume that carries itself, to all tomorrow's parties.
(With thanks to Tanja)
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