Description

New Mexico 1947, Small Town Carnival - A calliope riffs in the background, ungrounded as the untamed notes whirl like sand devils drifting, unguided into the twilight. There is an energy, a pulse, an electricity to the smokey, dusty, active arid air...a charge, a mystery, a secret.

Miles outside the town limits an event takes place, a mingling of space and time, a blurring of liquid reality, an accidental curiosity touches down. lost time on a lover's lane lit up, the desert seems to burn without heat...to breathe without breath.

A sensual mood seeping through the cracks of one world into the other. A saucer sifting through the weave of a bread basket, an innocence still as a gasp held back, riddled with questions; rhetorical answers, a blanket, a veil , festive paper lanterns festooned, a secret witnessed by a smug, conspiring Harvest Moon.

Dark and as complex as Al Fin or Tombstone, but easily as classic as CaD, Quite Possibly A Barbershop of Mars Scent.

Ingredients

Potassium Stearate, Glycerin, Potassium Cocoate, Aqua, Potassium Kokumate, Sodium Lactate, Potassium Shea Butterate, Potassium Castorate, Sodium Stearate, Potassium Avocadoate, Parfum [Fragrance]

Description

New Mexico 1947, Small Town Carnival - A calliope riffs in the background, ungrounded as the untamed notes whirl like sand devils drifting, unguided into the twilight. There is an energy, a pulse, an electricity to the smokey, dusty, active arid air...a charge, a mystery, a secret.

Miles outside the town limits an event takes place, a mingling of space and time, a blurring of liquid reality, an accidental curiosity touches down. lost time on a lover's lane lit up, the desert seems to burn without heat...to breathe without breath.

A sensual mood seeping through the cracks of one world into the other. A saucer sifting through the weave of a bread basket, an innocence still as a gasp held back, riddled with questions; rhetorical answers, a blanket, a veil , festive paper lanterns festooned, a secret witnessed by a smug, conspiring Harvest Moon.

Dark and as complex as Al Fin or Tombstone, but easily as classic as CaD, Quite Possibly A Barbershop of Mars Scent.

Ingredients

Spanish Moss Hydrosol, Glycerin, Hedione, Liquid Silk, Carrot Seed Extract, Aloe Vera and White Sage Hydrosol

Description

New Mexico 1947, Small Town Carnival - A calliope riffs in the background, ungrounded as the untamed notes whirl like sand devils drifting, unguided into the twilight. There is an energy, a pulse, an electricity to the smokey, dusty, active arid air...a charge, a mystery, a secret.

Miles outside the town limits an event takes place, a mingling of space and time, a blurring of liquid reality, an accidental curiosity touches down. lost time on a lover's lane lit up, the desert seems to burn without heat...to breathe without breath.

A sensual mood seeping through the cracks of one world into the other. A saucer sifting through the weave of a bread basket, an innocence still as a gasp held back, riddled with questions; rhetorical answers, a blanket, a veil , festive paper lanterns festooned, a secret witnessed by a smug, conspiring Harvest Moon.

Dark and as complex as Al Fin or Tombstone, but easily as classic as CaD, Quite Possibly A Barbershop of Mars Scent.

Ingredients

Deionized Water, Perfumers Alcohol, Caprylic/Capric Triglycerides, Glycerin, Butylene Glycol, Caprylyl Methicone, Ammonium Acryloyldimethyltaurate/VP Copolymer, Cetearyl Alcohol, Allantoin, Menthol, Phenoxyethanol, Caprylyl Glycol, Hexylene Glycol, Ethylhexylglycerin

Description

New Mexico 1947, Small Town Carnival - A calliope riffs in the background, ungrounded as the untamed notes whirl like sand devils drifting, unguided into the twilight. There is an energy, a pulse, an electricity to the smokey, dusty, active arid air...a charge, a mystery, a secret.

Miles outside the town limits an event takes place, a mingling of space and time, a blurring of liquid reality, an accidental curiosity touches down. lost time on a lover's lane lit up, the desert seems to burn without heat...to breathe without breath.

A sensual mood seeping through the cracks of one world into the other. A saucer sifting through the weave of a bread basket, an innocence still as a gasp held back, riddled with questions; rhetorical answers, a blanket, a veil , festive paper lanterns festooned, a secret witnessed by a smug, conspiring Harvest Moon.

Dark and as complex as Al Fin or Tombstone, but easily as classic as CaD, Quite Possibly A Barbershop of Mars Scent.

Ingredients

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