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The Story
Victory before the spear lands.
The spark of creation in the cosmic womb, and the gleam of the burnished shield. The invisible fire belongs to the Olympian thrusting the spear. Blood orange comes off rind-bright as a ray, pink pepper berry snapping dry behind it, new spring grass raw and green, and molten iron nourishes passion and strength.
Real rockrose and wool absolutes drape like the golden fleece of Aries, dense and faintly animal. Soft leather and smoky cade darken what they touch, ginger root keeps it hot, and carrot goes earthy and sweet where the citrus burns away while cypriol holds the smoke against patchouli. It beams a fierce benevolence upon those it favors.
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