
Mlleghoul
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Mlleghoul
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you, who never arrived in my arms, beloved
Viole Nere from Meo Fuschiuni is a wistful Rilke poem of a violet. I will say I really love violet, though most I’ve encountered smell very similar, dainty, and delicate in either a powdery or an earthy spring rain-way. Viole Nere, while similarly subtle, presents differently than those nostalgic candied pastilles or small, damp purple blooms. It’s the gossamer violet bruised and thrumming ache of never-quite-becomings, the bittersweet vetiver musk of breathless possibilities half-glimpsed, the gentle, mossy patchoulied decay of late autumn’s dying reminder that things unlived also have their season, their own quiet beauty. A melancholic wisp of frankincense dissipates like phantom ink on pages no one will ever read, a yearning ode to an elusive beloved who never arrived, who was lost from the start.



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Cognac
Jasmine
Lily of the valley
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Patchouli
Rose
Vanilla
Vetiver
Ylang-ylang
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