11/18/2025

Mlleghoul
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Mlleghoul
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you cannot lie to the moon
The wild goddess of the hunt peeling citrus in a mossy starlit clearing, an unlit Baies candle wafting blackcurrant and dewy rose from her pocket. In another pocket (cargo pants, lots of pockets): crushed mint, pale green sparks, cold mineral facets. Retinal ghosts when you close your eyes after staring at something bright. The quality of light more than light itself. Green stems snapped, leaf sap on fingertips. Petals pressed between glass slides. Forest floor dampness clinging to knees. Atmospheric, solitary. Citrus as quartz as starshine, crystalline and remote. Grains of light-fall suspended. Psychic gossamer, sour afterimage. Florals at dawn, night's lingering chill. The moon in your mouth, its clear eye sees all.



Top Notes
Blackcurrant
Bergamot
Lily of the valley
Heart Notes
Fig tree
Rose
Ambrette
Base Notes
Oakmoss
Sandalwood
Vetiver




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