a silvered indigo flask encrusted with crystalline waves |
Weight: <1 pound |
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Perfume
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Analyze:This flask is for perfume or cologne. Current verbs are: DRINK, MEASURE, POUR, and SMELL. When applied, this perfume will produce the following scent.
First-person: You have about you a rather alkaline fragrance, base and nearly flat with the dust of long-cool embers and ash made even more so by crystalline notes of briny sea salt. The grey head notes shift downward into a bitter-sweet infusion of sloe berries, their plumy redolence sour and vaguely floral as a sillage of purple hyacinth steals the last breath of the perfume.
Third-person: Xanlin has about him a rather alkaline fragrance, base and nearly flat with the dust of long-cool embers and ash made even more so by crystalline notes of briny sea salt. The grey head notes shift downward into a bitter-sweet infusion of sloe berries, their plumy redolence sour and vaguely floral as a sillage of purple hyacinth steals the last breath of the perfume.
Read: A small antiqued label on the flask reads, "Desolation."
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100,000
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a cream-hued glass bottle draped in a web of pewter chain |
Weight: <1 pound |
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Perfume
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Analyze:This bottle is for perfume or cologne. Current verbs are: DRINK, MEASURE, POUR, and SMELL. When applied, this perfume will produce the following scent.
First-person: You have an overshadowing valance of light florals draped about you, with a honeysuckle-sweet emergence of columbine creeping through the foreground, while subtle strands of forsythia coil beneath with hints of almond and violet. Like hesitant steps on creaking stairs, the head and heart notes only slowly ease into a base of apricot-tinged oleander, allowing the fruit chords to soften the arrival of the poisoned florals.
Third-person: Xanlin has an overshadowing valance of light florals draped about him, with a honeysuckle-sweet emergence of columbine creeping through the foreground, while subtle strands of forsythia coil beneath with hints of almond and violet. Like hesitant steps on creaking stairs, the head and heart notes only slowly ease into a base of apricot-tinged oleander, allowing the fruit chords to soften the arrival of the poisoned florals.
Read: A small antiqued label on the bottle reads, "Trepidation."
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100,000
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a faceted golden yellow vial set into a violet anemone base |
Weight: <1 pound |
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Perfume
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Analyze:This vial is for perfume or cologne. Current verbs are: DRINK, MEASURE, POUR, and SMELL. When applied, this perfume will produce the following scent.
First-person: You have a vaguely pernicious fragrance arrayed about you, with the depth of its immediate threat obscured beneath the powdery florals of anemone. Lissome threads of the fragile flower's presence twine about a sharp heart of meadow saffron, its cutting presence dulled as the head notes meld seamlessly into a base of ambrette, melding with its dendritic musk to cage the harsher element.
Third-person: Xanlin has a vaguely pernicious fragrance arrayed about him, with the depth of its immediate threat obscured beneath the powdery florals of anemone. Lissome threads of the fragile flower's presence twine about a sharp heart of meadow saffron, its cutting presence dulled as the head notes meld seamlessly into a base of ambrette, melding with its dendritic musk to cage the harsher element.
Read: A small antiqued label on the vial reads, "Fatalistic."
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100,000
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a dark red-violet bottle with a bright blue floral stopper |
Weight: <1 pound |
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Perfume
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Analyze:This bottle is for perfume or cologne. Current verbs are: DRINK, MEASURE, POUR, and SMELL. When applied, this perfume will produce the following scent.
First-person: You have coiled about you an effusion of flowery botanicals. Foremost among them is the inescapable redolence of cyclamen, its orange-misted florals ensnared as they sink into an acrid and cloying heart of monkshood. The fragrant tangle sinks through the layers and bottoms out on a current of sweet davana, the herbal infusion providing an invitation to linger indefinitely within its tea-like sillage.
Third-person: Xanlin has coiled about him an effusion of flowery botanicals. Foremost among them is the inescapable redolence of cyclamen, its orange-misted florals ensnared as they sink into an acrid and cloying heart of monkshood. The fragrant tangle sinks through the layers and bottoms out on a current of sweet davana, the herbal infusion providing an invitation to linger indefinitely within its tea-like sillage.
Read: A small antiqued label on the bottle reads, "Inevitable."
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100,000
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a wispy grey handblown vial chased with opal tuberose blossoms |
Weight: <1 pound |
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Perfume
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Analyze:This vial is for perfume or cologne. Current verbs are: DRINK, MEASURE, POUR, and SMELL. When applied, this perfume will produce the following scent.
First-person: You have about you a subversive mantle woven of night-loving florals and the arid specters of smoke and ash. Soft breaths of nasturtium drift airily atop the nebulous veil, honey and spice perfectly wedded, while heavier chords of petunia swirl beneath, their sweetness enhanced by their late blooming. Like shadows shifting in the dead of night, currents of smoke trickle into the heart of the fragrance, redolent of fire-scorched timber and earth, before merging with the darkness in a finish teased toward the dawn by traces of pale tuberose.
Third-person: Xanlin has about him a subversive mantle woven of night-loving florals and the arid specters of smoke and ash. Soft breaths of nasturtium drift airily atop the nebulous veil, honey and spice perfectly wedded, while heavier chords of petunia swirl beneath, their sweetness enhanced by their late blooming. Like shadows shifting in the dead of night, currents of smoke trickle into the heart of the fragrance, redolent of fire-scorched timber and earth, before merging with the darkness in a finish teased toward the dawn by traces of pale tuberose.
Read: A small antiqued label on the vial reads, "Defiance."
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100,000
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a horse-shaped golden brown bottle |
Weight: <1 pound |
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Perfume
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Analyze:This bottle is for perfume or cologne. Current verbs are: DRINK, MEASURE, POUR, and SMELL. When applied, this perfume will produce the following scent.
First-person: You have a balmy aroma about you, with airs reminiscent of the nut grasses growing wild in open fields and the twang of a galloping musk threaded beneath. Notes of sun-dried hay tug the head notes downward toward a warm heart of oiled leather and into a sillage of nasturium, spiced and golden-sweet like honey.
Third-person: Xanlin has a balmy aroma about him, with airs reminiscent of the nut grasses growing wild in open fields and the twang of a galloping musk threaded beneath. Notes of sun-dried hay tug the head notes downward toward a warm heart of oiled leather and into a sillage of nasturium, spiced and golden-sweet like honey.
Read: A small antiqued label on the bottle reads, "Hay You Guys."
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an oval cloisonne flask patterned with stalks of lavender |
Weight: <1 pound |
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Perfume
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Analyze:This flask is for perfume or cologne. Current verbs are: DRINK, MEASURE, POUR, and SMELL. When applied, this perfume will produce the following scent.
First-person: You have clinging to your skin an aphotic bouquet, with the unmistakable presence of lavender foremost among the top notes and chased by the taming essence of snapdragons, sweet to the former's herbaceous quality. The pair intertwine and sink into a citrusy heart of mock orange, the niveous florals belied by the weight of their scent, and are swept away by the attar of nightshade as it rises to consume all those that came before.
Third-person: Xanlin has clinging to his skin an aphotic bouquet, with the unmistakable presence of lavender foremost among the top notes and chased by the taming essence of snapdragons, sweet to the former's herbaceous quality. The pair intertwine and sink into a citrusy heart of mock orange, the niveous florals belied by the weight of their scent, and are swept away by the attar of nightshade as it rises to consume all those that came before.
Read: A small antiqued label on the flask reads, "Denial."
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100,000
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