Fang And Feather Perfume

There are hungers that cannot be fed, only given sharper claws… A ferocity of black honey amber, feral dark fur, and agarwood burning with Sulawesi cloves, black cardamon, and woody nutmeg. "Who sniffs with joy before he drinks the blood: And down his mouth comes to my mouth, and down His dark bright eyes descend like a fiery hood Upon my mind: his mouth meets mine, and a flood Of sweet fire sweeps across me, so I drown Within him, die, and find death good.” - DH Lawrence Art: Queen of the Night, Marjorie Miller, 1931