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$3.50The Story
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NEW RELEASE by PROFUNDUM
Extrait de Parfum (40%)
AVAILABLE IN JUNE
Top: pink pepper, black pepper, sichuan pepper
Middle: osmanthus, suede, incense, orris
Base: amber, resins, patchouli, bark
I'm standing on the stairwell of a tenement. These creaking stairs not so long ago played a concert under the weight of our shoes. Now, that sound stretches like a string a moment before it snaps. Cracked walls surround my body, and on them are black stains - did this building burnt down? Or did our consuming fervor leave its mark?
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It's too late now to sprinkle ash on my head. Behind closed eyes, images boil and flicker on my eyelids like a black-and-white film in a Parisian theater. Every time I close them, I begin to understand more clearly why they say love is blind. I should have listened... but in that moment, your presence dazzled my eyes. Now suffering encircles me like the thorny tendrils of a vine, pinning me in place. Every movement brings pain that only subsides when I freeze, like a statue. In this forgotten garden, I will stand for an eternity, if time really does heal wounds.
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Details & Craftsmanship
Every detail has been carefully considered to bring you the perfect product.
Details & Craftsmanship
Every detail has been carefully considered to bring you the perfect product.
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AVAILABLE IN APRIL
Ā
NEW RELEASE by PROFUNDUM
Extrait de Parfum (40%)
AVAILABLE IN JUNE
Top: pink pepper, black pepper, sichuan pepper
Middle: osmanthus, suede, incense, orris
Base: amber, resins, patchouli, bark
I'm standing on the stairwell of a tenement. These creaking stairs not so long ago played a concert under the weight of our shoes. Now, that sound stretches like a string a moment before it snaps. Cracked walls surround my body, and on them are black stains - did this building burnt down? Or did our consuming fervor leave its mark?
Ā
It's too late now to sprinkle ash on my head. Behind closed eyes, images boil and flicker on my eyelids like a black-and-white film in a Parisian theater. Every time I close them, I begin to understand more clearly why they say love is blind. I should have listened... but in that moment, your presence dazzled my eyes. Now suffering encircles me like the thorny tendrils of a vine, pinning me in place. Every movement brings pain that only subsides when I freeze, like a statue. In this forgotten garden, I will stand for an eternity, if time really does heal wounds.
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