The Sun Card Marissa Zappas
Noeliatowers 06/03/24 15:52

Sundress no panties type of vibe!!!

Tragedy Oil Marissa Zappas
Noeliatowers 12/20/23 15:59

Like a walk in the park alone at night, wearing someone’s deceased grandma’s fur coat you found at the thrift store. You can’t stop crying, mascara running down your face, cigarette in hand. You know you’re going to be alright, things are going to be alright, but you’re addicted to the drama. Hauntingly beautiful

Desert Sermons Toskovat'

lucyburrows 05/09/25 15:21

Bits of dry fruit, sun-warmed and radiating sweet flesh captive in desiccated skin. Balsamic incense, scrolling visions: Head is a wanderer, head is a traveler, head is bundled in woven scarves that shield from the sun. Head holds the visions. Green pistachio amberized in bark crumbled atop honey-soaked sumac sponge. Spoils of silk road fragrant mercantile.

Lunamaris Diptyque

lucyburrows 08/31/24 11:31

If you have ever looked into a lover's eyes to be greeted by an infinite cosmos, if you have ever dunked a sunbleached seashell back into shallow ocean water to unveil it's true prism... then you have already begun to read the text of Lunamaris. A scent that shimmers metaphysically, phantasmal aquatic songs ringing out from the spiraled belly of a conch shell. Pink pepper sharp and aromatic. Tiny dune-blooming floral dotting the coast like stars on an inky expanse, kissed gently by a salty breeze. Incense pressed into talismans by servants of the Olympian gods, lit by sparking seaglass like flintstone. A poem delivered from the half shell, a kiss underwater with your eyes open, the light broken by the waterline into infinite amber and aquamarine ribbons.

Passage d'Enfer L'Artisan Parfumeur

lucyburrows 08/15/24 16:44

Weaponized delicacy. Wear it to kiss a baby on its soft little head. Wear it in a 20s silk crepe that could be shredded by a whisper then go out in a windstorm and see what happens. Wear it in Japan. Wear it like a guarded secret that informs the mysterious air your contemporaries will spend ages agonizing over. A lily bathed in smokeless incense. She’s never sipped a drip of water and grows purely on the nourishment of divine will. When a flower rarely blooms it merits celebration. Something about restraint that breeds endless desire. Piety that begs seduction, a sanctity that must be undone. Persephone at the gates, Hades smoulder behind her, spring set to erupt before her…refusing to move.