Perfumes
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Container |
First Person |
Third Person
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a bottle of acrid oil |
First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
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a bottle of apple-green cologne aglisten with motes of copper stardust |
First-person: You have a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over your skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over his skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender.
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a bottle of arctic cologne |
First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. |
Third-person: Orbillin has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
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a bottle of autumn breeze perfume |
First-person: You have a warm scent enshrouding you in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a warm scent enshrouding him in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest.
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a bottle of banana perfume |
First-person: You have the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to his skin.
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a bottle of blood red oil |
First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about his skin.
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a bottle of blueberry perfume |
First-person: You have the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to you. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to his skin.
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a bottle of chocolate perfume |
First-person: You have a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about his skin.
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a bottle of coffee oil |
First-person: You have the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about you. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about him.
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a bottle of cookie dough perfume |
First-person: You have the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing you. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing him.
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a bottle of crystal clear perfume twined with sprigs of golden edelweiss |
First-person: You have a sweet bouquet of edelweiss and mineral water that wreathes your form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet aroma of edelweiss and spring water that wreathes his form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry.
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a bottle of cucumber perfume |
First-person: You have the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to his skin.
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a bottle of dusty parchment oil |
First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from his skin.
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a bottle of foul-scented oil |
First-person: You have a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about his skin.
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a bottle of fresh hay oil |
First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
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a bottle of fresh scent cologne |
First-person: You have a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to his skin.
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a bottle of golden spice cologne |
First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
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a bottle of greasy oil |
First-person: You have the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around you with an almost palpable heaviness. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around him with an almost palpable heaviness.
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a bottle of honeysuckle perfume |
First-person: You have a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about his skin.
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a bottle of horrid scented oil |
First-person: You have a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about his skin.
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a bottle of jungle mist cologne |
First-person: You have a verdant haze of scent lingering about you - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a verdant haze of scent lingering about him - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage.
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a bottle of lemon perfume |
First-person: You have the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about you. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about him.
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a bottle of manure-scented oil |
First-person: You have the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from you. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from him.
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a bottle of onion oil |
First-person: You have the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from you. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from him.
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a bottle of orange perfume |
First-person: You have a tart fragrance of orange clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a tart fragrance of orange clinging about his skin.
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a bottle of pale blue perfume aglisten with shards of sapphire frost |
First-person: You have the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about you, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about him, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint.
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a bottle of peach perfume |
First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about his skin.
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a bottle of peaty whiskey oil |
First-person: You have the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting his skin.
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a bottle of pineapple perfume |
First-person: You have a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about his skin.
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a bottle of pumpkin spice perfume |
First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about his skin.
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a bottle of roasted meat oil |
First-person: You have the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around you. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around him.
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a bottle of sea breeze cologne |
First-person: You have a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on his skin.
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a bottle of smokefire cologne |
First-person: You have a smoky scent wafting about you, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a smoky scent wafting about him, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes.
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a bottle of sour alcohol oil |
First-person: You have the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding you in a cloying cloud. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding him in a cloying cloud.
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a bottle of spiced lime cologne |
First-person: You have the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about you. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about him.
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a bottle of sulfur scented oil |
First-person: You have a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about his skin.
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a bottle of sweet pea perfume |
First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about his skin.
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a bottle of turnip oil |
First-person: You have the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about you. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about him.
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a bottle of vivid silver perfume twined with wisps of argent mist |
First-person: You have the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about you, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about him, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain.
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a cantaloupe-hued glass vial with saffron inclusions |
First-person: You have crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to your skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil. |
Third-person: Orbillin has crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to his skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil.
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a celadon marble bottle painted with delicate sea-hued leaves |
First-person: You have a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping you. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping him. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base.
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a copper-chased bronze and gold bottle |
First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
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a copper-glazed fiery amber bulb |
First-person: You have the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing your skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice. |
Third-person: Chaddeaux has the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing her skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice.
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a cream-banded soapstone bottle |
First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. |
Third-person: Chaddeaux has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
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a crimson and black-whorled glass bottle with a square stopper |
First-person: You have a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about you. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about him. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas.
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a cylindrical red jasper vial |
First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: Chaddeaux has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about her skin.
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a dark blue-violet vial embellished with pale enamel florals |
First-person: You have stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about you, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent. |
Third-person: Orbillin has stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about him, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent.
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a dark green bloodstone flask flecked with bits of bronze |
First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
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a dark green glass flacon with glittering inclusions |
First-person: You have a dark resinous haze enshrouding you, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a dark resinous haze enshrouding him, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night.
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a delicate white opal vial whorled with silver |
First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
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a faceted gold crystalline ewer |
First-person: You have the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about you, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about him, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom.
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a fern-carved malachite vial with a wooden stopper |
First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
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a flask of verdant perfume inlaid with cabochon turquoise stones |
First-person: You have a fresh and vibrant scent haunting your skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a fresh and vibrant scent haunting his skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf.
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a fluted smoky grey crystal flacon |
First-person: You have the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from your skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from his skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper.
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a frosted blue phial with an icicle-shaped stopper |
First-person: You have a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about you. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about him.
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a frosted red glass perfume bottle shaped like a plump apple |
First-person: You have a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about his skin.
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a frosted spiral glass bottle with a winter rose stopper |
First-person: You have the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from you. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from him.
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a frosted square bottle |
First-person: You have a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around you. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing. |
Third-person: Chaddeaux has a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around her. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing.
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a gingerbread tree-shaped bottle with gemstone garland |
First-person: You have the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about you, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about him, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain.
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a glistening ebony glass bottle with a spiraled crimson horn stopper |
First-person: You have about you a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams. |
Third-person: Orbillin has about him a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams.
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a gold-sheened cranberry glass vial with a frosted base |
First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. |
Third-person: Orbillin has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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a jade-inset lavender agate vessel |
First-person: You have virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about you. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath. |
Third-person: Orbillin has virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about him. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath.
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a jeweled blue glass bottle with a white silk tassel |
First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. |
Third-person: Chaddeaux has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
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a lace-carved ivory bottle painted with pastel flowers |
First-person: You have sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling you, the warm, honeyed attar tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole. |
Third-person: Orbillin has sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling him, the warm, honeyed fragrance tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole.
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a lacquered apple green clay bottle |
First-person: You have the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on his skin.
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a large midnight-hued bottle capped with a small grey bone |
First-person: You have a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping you, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping him, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark.
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a lavender feystone ampoule with a white opal stopper |
First-person: You have the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about you, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about him, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose.
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a leaf-shaped amber glass bottle |
First-person: You have the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about you. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about him.
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a lilac glass bottle with a gold silk-tassel |
First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. |
Third-person: Chaddeaux has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from her skin.
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a lustrous black pearl ampulla |
First-person: You have the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling you. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves. |
Third-person: Chaddeaux has the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling her. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves.
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a miniature bourbon barrel vial with raised calligraphy |
First-person: You have the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting your skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting his skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all.
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a mint-on-black floral glass bottle with a pink silk tassel |
First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. |
Third-person: Chaddeaux has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around her.
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a pale yellow bulbous glass bottle |
First-person: You have light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about you. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood. |
Third-person: Chaddeaux has light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about her. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood.
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a pine cone-shaped dusky brown vial |
First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. |
Third-person: Orbillin has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
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a pink-flecked ivory glass bottle |
First-person: You have the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about you. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about him. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting.
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a plump copper-tinted glass bottle with ivory whorls |
First-person: You have the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing you. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing him. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance.
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a plump cranberry-hued bottle bound in strands of gold |
First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. |
Third-person: Orbillin has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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a rainbow moonstone vial with a cedar tart-shaped stopper |
First-person: You have the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about you, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about him, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg.
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a rhimar-veined blown glass vial etched in snowflakes |
First-person: You have a heady rush of vanilla clinging to your skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a heady rush of vanilla clinging to his skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge.
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a rough-cut dark glaes flask with an onyx base |
First-person: You have a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding you, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding him, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded.
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a round cloudy glass bottle with a jet silk tassel |
First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
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a slender black opal vial flecked with bits of amber |
First-person: You have wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on your skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose. |
Third-person: Orbillin has wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on his skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose.
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a slender burnt umber glass vial chased in copper |
First-person: You have warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about you. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery. |
Third-person: Orbillin has warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about him. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery.
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a slender white opal vial chased with silver |
First-person: You have a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding your skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding his skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine.
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a slender-necked dark bronze bottle |
First-person: You have the scent of incense surrounding you, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness. |
Third-person: Chaddeaux has the scent of incense surrounding her, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness.
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a slim-necked carved ivory bottle |
First-person: You have the pure essence of seaside mist haloing you in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the pure essence of seaside mist haloing him in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent.
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a smooth smoky topaz bottle with a braided leather base |
First-person: You have a robust redolence about you, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a robust redolence about him, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage.
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a spherical bronze-hued vial chased with copper |
First-person: You have a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about you, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about him, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish.
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a spherical orange garnet bottle studded with bronze |
First-person: You have a spicy-sweet balm on your skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy-sweet balm on his skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish.
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a squat octagonal glass bottle with a silk-enclosed mister |
First-person: You have a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around you. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around him.
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a steel-hued pyramid vial |
First-person: You have thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke. |
Third-person: Orbillin has thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke.
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a stout wood-banded red clay bottle |
First-person: You have the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to you, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to him, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones.
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a sugary crystal-frosted plum red glass bottle |
First-person: You have the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about you. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about him. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage.
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a tawny glass flacon inlaid with white blossoms |
First-person: You have an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over your skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk. |
Third-person: Orbillin has an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over his skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk.
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a thin ampulla wrapped in gold ribbons |
First-person: You have the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around you. |
Third-person: Chaddeaux has the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around her.
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a three-faced flacon crafted from inky black glass |
First-person: You have the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over your skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over his skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper.
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a translucent blue-hazed bottle etched with snowflakes |
First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
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a translucent long-bodied ampoule blushed with rose |
First-person: You have an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about you, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea. |
Third-person: Orbillin has an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about him, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea.
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a translucent spherical glass vial caged in blackened electrum |
First-person: You have on your skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place. |
Third-person: Orbillin has on his skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place.
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a triangular citrine flask with a bronze stopper |
First-person: You have an infusion of fruit scents about you - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla. |
Third-person: Orbillin has an infusion of fruit scents about him - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla.
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a twisted cerulean bottle set with grey pearls |
First-person: You have an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding you - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove. |
Third-person: Chaddeaux has an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding her - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove.
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a twisted smoky quartz ampoule flecked with crystals |
First-person: You have the aroma of salted caramel about you - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the aroma of salted caramel about him - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple.
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a white-capped spruce tree-shaped vial with a star stopper |
First-person: You have about you a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish. |
Third-person: Orbillin has about him a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish.
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an airy crystal flacon with a domed cap |
First-person: You have the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about you. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about him.
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an amber-whorled etched ivory glass bottle |
First-person: You have the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about you, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about him, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon.
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an apricot glass bottle dusted with cinnamon-hued quartz |
First-person: You have on your skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits. |
Third-person: Orbillin has on his skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits.
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an ebony and silver wire-wrapped bottle |
First-person: You have the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around you. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around him.
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an elegant despanal bottle |
First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
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an emerald holly sprig-shaped vial with garnet berries |
First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
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an enamel gilt-intaglio bottle with a green silk tassel |
First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: Chaddeaux has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about her skin.
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an etched sea green bottle |
First-person: You have a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood clinging to your skin. The air around you is intoxicatingly fresh. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood infusing the air around him with an intoxicating effect.
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an evergreen-hued frosted glass bottle |
First-person: You have a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around you, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around him, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe.
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an icy blue crystalline vial etched with tiny snowflakes |
First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
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an indigo blown glass bottle |
First-person: You have an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across your skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance. |
Third-person: Orbillin has an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across his skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance.
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an iridescent spun glass flacon |
First-person: You have the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to your skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness. |
Third-person: Chaddeaux has the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to her skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness.
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an ivory jade vial with a faceted crystal snowflake stopper |
First-person: You have a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds you, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss. |
Third-person: Orbillin has a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds him, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss.
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an ivory-stoppered smoky glaes bottle |
First-person: You have rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across your skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna. |
Third-person: Chaddeaux has rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across her skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna.
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an onyx-rimmed dark emerald glass bottle |
First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. |
Third-person: Orbillin has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around him.
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