ELIZABETH LAVENZAFRAGRANCE FAMILY SUBFAMILY SECONDARY Woody Dry Woods Paper When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness? A breath caught between tenderness and terror, this scent drifts like the ghost of a life preserved too carefully. It smells of gentility turned fragile, of knowledge gathered in trembling hands, of love dissected under sterile light. Spun Silk Soft and immaculate, the veil of perfection she wears. It

the pull of being admired and wanting more of it

settling in gently

She has a presence that sticks

familiar but suddenly wrong

Jinx never waits for things to make sense

Orange – Bright but thin

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or absolutely decadent

Aly Cappellucci knows how to be part of the moment

Shared joy

smiles that hide clauses

Affection poured out at full volume