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~ spices, maple syrup, tonka, hay, tobacco, incense ~


At some point we venture out on our own,
Meet new people and discover ourselves.
Often things though we feel are right...
Are nothing more than illusions.
But we learn along the way,
And if we're lucky...
We leave a trail of crumbs
To light our way back home.
A fragrance for the lost,
For the found,
And everyone in between...
Or just those who want to smell like a gingerbread house.


Season: Autumn, Winter, Spring

Gender: Feminine-leaning but still unisex

Sillage: Enormous

Longevity: Eternal (9+ hours)


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