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Dates soaking in over-brewed black tea, astringent and mouth-coating, that dry tannic bite married to sticky, crystallized sweetness. Dark musky honey, earthy and animalic, refined in the way something becomes after...

A little burlap sack of herbs, a little spell-bag, green, dry, peppery, sharp, that you tucked in the back of your freezer for safe-keeping. You forgot it entirely and found it freeze-dried and iced over hidden by a bag of peas years later...

Haunted tiki bar, spectral mai tai floating in the periphery while some scratchy exotica album plays from a speaker you can’t locate, Martin Denny maybe, or Les Baxter’s jungle fantasies, that mid-century escapist thing that...

A tender comfort in the annihilating face of the aloof suns, the indifferent cosmos, the total dark sublime. A small silhouette emerging from deep shadow, arms extended skyward toward infinity, engulfed in a lullaby of sepia and softness...

I am doll parts Bad skin, doll heart It stands for ‘knife' For the rest of my life Fatal temporality in a pale pink slip dress, frayed lace hanging by threads. Kinderwhore but not really, now not anymore-- a tragic, beautiful mess, elegiac-grunge....

Seminalis conjures a malodorous nebula of intentional discomfort - woody-musky, creamy-milky amberette-sandalwood that chokes every molecule of breathable air in your personal bubble. Suffocating, claustrophobic, the insidious intrusion...

They say that moths who approach the kindred flame meant for them alone emerge not as ash but something jeweled, hollowed. Leathery wings dusty with fine powder, sweet resin, the flame amber-bright and forever preserved, golden...

My immediate reaction of Prophecy: "this is an incense for the GIRLIES." Not austere or monastic or churchy or smoky-sacred; this is more of a "burn this stuff in the background of your IG reels while Hozier...

The phrase "fresh and clean" makes my skin crawl, probably because I associate it with people who make cleanliness feel like a personality trait, who turn basic hygiene into aspirational lifestyle content, who kind of make you feel like...

Iced lemon slices in a cut glass bowl, encased in ice; fresh, crisp herbs soaking in ice water, subtle as a lacy front or two. The memory of a glass of sweet white wine, a honeyed, floral Gewürztraminer wisp; round,...

Marissa Zappas Carnival of Souls An involuntary grimace quickly smoothed into polite blankness, a gagging masked by a throat-clearing. "Is everything ok?" "Oh, it's nothing, I'm fine" and proceeds to throw up in mouth just a little, not too obvious....

Mischief Academy Hansel & Gretel isn't the fairy tale witch's honest death trap, it's the modern bougie kitchen witch with her artisanal wooden spoons and Williams Sonoma...