#Shalimar Collection

[shaadiwish]

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[theenbyroiderer]

A collection of vintage bottles. 

[blood-orange-juice]

Ok, we now have Emilie drip marketing and either Hoyo authors have never talked to a perfumer in their life or we are in for a surprise.

All the classic perfumes became classic because of masterful usage of "dated, decayed, and decrepit".

Two legendary Guerlain scents, Shalimar and Mitsouko had profoundly unpleasant notes in their original compositions. Shalimar used civet musk which smells of honey and manure. Mitsouko is nicer but it's an overdose of bitter: moss, tarragon, cloves, they balance the overly sweet and "feminine" jasmine and peach. I think civet too. Hidden nastiness was what made those shine.

Flowers are weird by themselves as well. Gardenias have a mushroom note, lilies smell of salami, jasmine and neroli turn into ghost flowers without a molecule called indole which pretty much smells of cat shit. Tuberoses smell of skin and metal and raw meat.

And then there's ambergris. Ambergris is more or less whale vomit and it smells appropriately. In small doses it makes flowers "fluorescent", so in the age of natural perfumery it was used as a modifier.

(a fact you didn't want to know: a good perfumer usually has a collection of tinctures of whale vomit of different colour)

A common pastime of a group of perfumers who gathered together is to gush over a vial of something that smells like rotting mussels with a bit of sugar.

So, uhm, I hope Emilie is a little freak who goes on tangents about how the scent of dried blood combines perfectly with incense, or how the brass scents of Meropide and damp mustiness call for moss and daffodil absolute and yellow roses.

[feytouched]

hi ieva!! do you have any tips on how to find a signature scent? :O

hi! i have Many Thoughts on signature fragrances, predictably.

a) i think having one 'signature fragrance' is overrated. searching for it before you have a well-developed nose and a good grip on your preferences will make you overspend and end up with a lot of full bottles of stuff you don't like as much as you initially thought you did.

b) the only way to know what you like is to try a lot of stuff and to do so mindfully. you have to learn how to identify what you're smelling and why you like it or not.

trying a lot of stuff gets expensive fast so i suggest buying sample packs directly from brands or from decant websites.

don't limit yourself to designer/mass-market brands or your perspective on perfumery will be very limited. try niche and indie perfumes and give scent oils a shot. these were what taught me most about scent; there's some really unique stuff going on with indie brands you can't really experience elsewhere.

read books about perfumery to help you understand what you're smelling. mandy aftel's fragrant and essence & alchemy, luca turin's guides, they're a good starting point.

you can also learn a lot from other perfume enthusiasts on fragrantica, on r/Indiemakeupandmore (for indie brand reviews) or on forums like bpal's review forum (and blogs like this one). whenever you try a perfume, look up others' reviews of it.

keep a record of which perfumes you enjoyed and which you didn't, and what notes they have in common. i do this with a spreadsheet, you can used a notebook or whatever you like.

c) don't write off the classic scents. they're classics for a reason. i'd feel safer calling shalimar or chanel no. 5 (gag. if i didn't hate it.) my signature scent than whatever the tiktok perfumistas are gushing about this year. if people haven't gotten bored of it in over a century, there's less of a chance you will too.

d) don't limit yourself to just one signature scent. i think it's foolish to expect a single perfume to be adequate for every occasion.

personally i have two 'signature scents' that are very similar to each other, so they create a cohesive vibe: guerlain's après l'ondée and l'heure bleue. a.l.o. is for daytime/spring/summer, l.h.b. is for eveningwear/fancier occasions/cold weather.

e) once you find the scent that makes you go 'that's it!', don't feel like that's all you're allowed to wear forever.

i wear my 'signatures scents' on special occasions, to create olfactive memories associated with them. on a day to day basis i'm much more likely to be wearing something else from my sample collection.

hope this helps! if you have any more questions about fragrance send them my way. good luck on your quest <3

[minowly]

Hi. I love your reply with all references of perfumes. It bring back a memory of an old post on your blog (many years ago) about how much you love them. What are your favorites if i may ask ?

Hi! Thank you very much! I remember that old post, though I cannot find it anymore. Nothing has changed since then, I am still unhealthy obsessed with perfumes. I have lots of favorites, so it is not that easy to make a short list... I am very much into vintage/old school/classic perfumes, avant garde niche, arabian stuff. My heart belongs to leathery, incense, oud, amber, patchouli, greenish notes.

I am a huge fan of Serge Lutens, I adore his style and vision of perfumery (created together with Christopher Sheldrake); I deeply respect Yohji Yamamoto and Comme des Garçons creations, I love Guerlain, Cacharel (old stuff they made), Amouage, État libre d'Orange, Frederic Malle, Tom Ford, Diptyque brands, every piece they make is special.

Сoncretely speaking, here are the perfumes I will always have (I hope to always have) in my collection in any form:

Guerlain "Shalimar" EDT/EDP

Byredo "M/Mink"

Serge Lutens "Baptême du Feu", "Chergui", "Ambre Sultan"

Calvin Klein "Obsession" and "CK One"

Les Liquides Imaginaires "Sancti"

BeauFort London "Terror & Magnificence"

Etat Libre d'Orange "Tilda Swinton Like This"

Diptyque "L’Ombre Dans L’Eau" EDP

Frederic Malle "Dans Tes Bras"

Tom Ford "London" or "Noir de noir"

Narciso Rodriguez "Narciso Rodriguez for Him" and "For her" in a pink bottle (EDP)

Chanel "Chanel No 5" EDP

Jacomo "Silences"

Paloma Picasso "Paloma Picasso"

Ted Lapidus "Creation"

Cacharel "LouLou", "Eden" and "Anais Anais"

The New Dawn/Novaya Zarya "Red Moscow"/"Krasnaya Moskva"

At the moment I have a small collection of 32 full size perfume bottles, and of course as a totally obsessed perfume maniac, I have lots of samples and atomizers of different sizes, with things I try daily (around 150 pieces). I also have three small vintage bottles of "Mitsouko" parfum (1985), "Shalimar" EDT (~1980s), and Otto Kern's "Noa Noa" (~1990s). My collection is not that big if to compare it with some influencers, but I enjoy having and trying every sample.

Sorry for the longposting, I can chitchat about perfumery for hours. The only thing to shut me up would probably be spraying "Baccarat rouge 540" in my face.

[realmadridfamily]

"Enjoying sunny beaches and collecting precious family moments. Cheers to making memories together! 🤍✨" - Shalimar

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[lizard-shifter-noms]

Wayward Waters Chapter 17

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Hello everyone! Chapter 17!

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

have fun reading!

and as always Reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

AO3 Link for those that prefer the layout there;

AO3 Wayward waters

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Having gotten whatever they needed half of the crew of the Halcyon followed us to the Call Of The Damned,  which looked as imposing as ever.

Boarding the ship I could see Ronan getting tackled by Shalimar,  who after a hug decided to throttle him.

Yeah not my problem, also probably deserved.

Ignoring that I went to the front of the ship, where Cassidy had stood after Grella first emerged from Graves keep.

Should I tell him about the encounter I had with her? 

And what she'd told me? 

Ultimately he probably already knew what Grella had told me so there wasn't really a point.

The only thing I noticed here was that they had a pretty short Bowsprit compared to every other one I'd seen but that was all.

“Do you like sitting at the front of the boat?”

Came it from Robin who had followed me, heaving himself up to sit next to me.

“Sort of, i just like knowing where we are going, last time i didn't pay attention and couldn't even tell anyone where i was supposed to go to”

Also I was now pretty sure the stupid mast had given me a concussion, though a bit late for that now.

“Right, that probably sucked, wait what did you tell them where you wanted to go then?”

I shrugged, moving both legs to face the ocean.

“Back to Kamerasca, i figured if i couldn't manage to get to wherever you are i could at least wait back home,  i mean better than nothing right?”

Robin nodded to that.

“That's true, but i was really worried, i saw how the mast fell on top of you, and then you just didn't resurface, and then Rikaad wanted to help the sailors and i had to cling to him so he wouldn't run out again”

He had by now drawn his knees up to his chest, hugging his legs.

“Well, it turned out alright in the end, though very chaotic,  i'm still not sure if that all was even real”

I moved to mess up his ginger hair and he stuck his tongue out at me.

“If you mean the Kraken at the weird island, I've seen that too! Though i do wonder how all those little fires are doing, i mean they just wanted to warn us”

“Eh, they're fire they probably went somewhere that's a lot more dry than the ocean, also the island is called Graves Keep”

Probably because of all the shipwrecks that they couldn't really get to on account of the aforementioned Kraken.

“Mhm, what do you think Naroa island is like? I mean it is a colony of Kamerasca, do you think it'll be like back home or different?”

Good question actually, I didn't know very much about it though.

“Well, no idea but I think a good few things will be like Kamerasca,  it WAS built by citizens and volunteers as far as i know,  So I guess at least the architecture will be similar? 

But it's also an island so they probably had to modify stuff as well and built a few things that probably don't exist in Kamerasca”

It would make sense if they had taken what they were familiar with and modified it to fit their needs in the new place.

“Well, they probably don't have a castle as big as back home! 

I know the island is twice as big as Kariba island at least but a castle would take up so much space!”

That was true.

“Yeah, though I'm sure they at least build the mayor some stupidly big mansion or something! You think we get to sleep in that?”

“Yeah! It's probably built right at the beach! Oh we could go collect more seashells! You already have some cool big ones! I want some too!”

We talked and talked about what we thought the place looked like, which drifted quite a bit towards the end of the day with more and more unreasonable or straight up impossible things.

At some point as the sun started setting someone threw a stick at me.

Well, ‘someone’ the only one that could manage to get a stick out here was Jamie, who indeed was cussing us out and telling us we were missing dinner.

So we went to get that, which at least did not feature hardtack nor soggy bread to my relief, and then got shooed into a cabin to go to sleep.

I could hear though that Akeem was telling Cassidy he didn't need a cabin and was fine staying outside and keeping an eye out.

The end of that eluded me as Robin asked what part of the cabin would be his.

We hadn't even seen it yet so we walked there and Robin ended up getting the window bed.

At least that way I didn't have to deal with the morning sun shining into my face the next day.

Instead I was woken up by someone kicking the door open and for a strange moment I thought I was back at the castle in Kamerasca and that Nea had once again no regard for doors.

But no it was just Jamie who told us to get the fuck up as Naroa island was apparently within sight already.

Huh, the Call Of The Damned was fast, very fast.

Though not really a surprise,  The ship was big and I wouldn't put it past Cassidy to know some water spirits or even wind spirits that would help him out.

Walking half asleep I suddenly realized I had not taken the medication Oakley gave me, despite it being back in my possessions.

Well, there were no nightmares for once,  but I had the strange feeling that Grella had something to do with it.

It was debatable if letting her poke around my mind was a good idea or not but as long as that was all she did i wouldn't complain.

Besides, I was the one who let her so it was nobody's fault but mine.

But the island we were heading to was indeed already in sight,  and as far as i could tell had a more longish shape.

But it was indeed at least twice as big as Kariba island,  if not a tiny bit bigger.

Though it was more sparsely built on with more space between buildings,  the number of inhabitants seemed to be about the same, if not less. 

“Huh, not long till we reach it, hey how many people do you think got scared when the Call Of The Damned was first sighted by them?”

Robin giggled at that.

“Well it IS a scary looking ship! And probably the biggest one ever!

Let's go look for Rikaad!”

With that he climbed up on a crate, trying to spot the dark haired king.

“Robin, behind you”

Rikaad was in the completely opposite direction from where the ginger was looking, and right behind him though not on the crate.

“Huh? Oh hey Rikaad!”

“Robin don't climb random crates you don't know what's in them,  or if the wood will hold you”

Robin blinked and looked down at the crate he was standing on,  jumping off at Rikaads words.

“Oh sorry, didn't know, but hey we are already close to the island! 

Are you excited? I am! What are you gonna do first?”

Rikaad let the ginger ramble to the end before answering.

“I do admit to being intrigued,  i have never been here before and i am not entirely sure what i will do first, i'm waiting for more information at the moment”

Ah so he'd wait till we were actually there to make a decision,  probably a smart move not to set on one path if something else might come up as more important.

“How long are we going to stay there? A day or two? Or longer?”

Rikaad watched as the island got closer and closer,  appearing bigger the nearer it got.

“We will see, depending on what has to be done we could stay for two days or an entire week”

Also true, who knew how good the current mayor had been with paperwork, hopefully at least better than the old king, 

though it WAS hard to top that chaos.

As if reading my mind,  which was strange to think that someone, something? 

No, someone, else had already done Robin spoke just that aloud.

“As long as it's not as bad as the stacks of paper back home it shouldn't take long right?”

Rikaad just nodded at that.

“Hopefully so, though i am sure someone that would neglect the official affairs that much would have been replaced pretty quickly,  after all Kamerasca does get quite a few goods from this place”

Oh yeah, trading island and all that, hopefully the people here would be a bit more open minded about halflings and nonhumans.

They definitely were not, which was made very clear shortly after we debarked from the giant vessel.

Some onlookers could be heard shouting insults,  though strangely enough most weren't even aimed at me.

They were aimed at Jamie, who was right next to the way taller Akeem.

Rikaad did tell them to stop, though I doubted anyone here actually recognized who he was and that he was the new king.

Then again he wore no crown, only had once or twice.

Someone threw a knife at them, shouting something that sounded like 'Stupid Zoa’ but I had no idea what that last word meant.

Before I could think to ask anyone, Akeem had left the convoy to the mayor's abode, grabbed the knife thrower and tossed them a good twenty feet into a little stream where they landed with a splash.

Someone else tried to stab him in retaliation but the short sword didn't even scratch him, he gripped it and squeezed, the metal bending under his fingers like crumpled paper.

After that he went to stand back next to Jamie, who was hunched over and kept close to Akeem.

Ronan himself was somewhat hiding his ears next to Shalimar and Cassidy, wearing a headband that I was pretty sure used to be clipped to Shalimar’s messy belt.

Since I was pretty much in the middle of the people walking I had not been largely noticed, though the next street was a good bit narrower and people were still looking.

No hiding there.

Suddenly a triangle-esque hat was planted on top of my head,  hiding the top of my ears.

Looking forward again i could see it was the chicken guy,  who was still covered in layers and layers of fabric,  one of which was wrapped around his head, 

still hiding nearly everything aside from a strand of very dry hair the color of sun bleached flaxen and eyes that had slitted pupils with a way to green iris and no sclera to speak of.

I stared perplexed at him, the skin around his eyes wrinkling for a moment before he put a very thin sliver of gray silk over them, thin enough to look out of but also not letting anyone else see what his eyes actually looked like.

Smart, he must have been through something like this before.

I quietly nodded at him, making a mental note to properly thank him later if I got the chance, and of course give the hat back.

Also up close like this it was impossible to ignore that he was even taller than Fable, nearly seven feet.

And still holding the chicken,  who seemed content to just be held at the moment.

It wasn't long that we reached a larger and mostly circular place with a floor out of tile shaped rocks.

There waited some dapper dressed guy on a small wooden platform, confusedly looking at the people in the convoy before seeing Rikaad and bowing down in front of him after a few seconds.

The man himself was rather unremarkable, with pretty average features aside from a nose that seemed to have been recently broken.

“A good day and welcome to Naroa sir Rikaad Drayton,  King of Kamerasca, i am the mayor of this beautiful colony”

At least after that the surrounding crowd finally shut up.

Rikaad stood upright in front of them,  seeming taller in stature than even the guy on the small platform.

Rikaad sure had a way to make even the tallest people seem small next to him.

Must be the confidence,  he had way more than i did, or anyone else i knew really.

Even the mayor shrunk back a little,  walking off the podium to meet at eye level.

Well, eye level was good, Rikaad was about an entire foot taller than the man with the broken nose.

The Mayor started rambling something about how well they were doing aside from the pirates, which we had already dealt with, well Grella had dealt with them, and the people of Naroa might not even know that they were gone yet.

Rikaad simply watched and listened as the mayor praised every square of the island, which to me came off as that the mayor just wanted to look good.

Well, he kept rambling until a blonde woman walked out of the crowd with quite a few parchments in her arms.

She looked oddly familiar as well, kind of like a paler and taller Shalimar, probably her mother, whatever she was doing here.

The mayor stocked in his weird ramblings and praising everything to angrily point at the woman, shouting.

“That's the woman that broke my nose! Guards! Get her!”

Before anyone could properly react Rikaad had told them to put their weapons away, taking the parchment that the woman held out to him.

He read aloud a list of offenses, quite heavy ones as well,  including trafficking, murder,  and things that made at least two people in the crowd throw up.

Rikaad then looked the mayor straight in the eyes,  his own as icy as they had been back in the snow.

“Did I miss anything? 

Or do you spare us the paperwork and plead guilty?”

The mayor had gone into a fight or flight stance, frozen for just a moment before rushing forward at Rikaad with a knife.

He didn't get far with that as his pants caught fire and he got attacked by an oversized chicken that apparently could breathe fire,  because why not.

Sad to say it wasn't even the strangest thing that had happened,  also Shalimars mother shooed the chicken off only to punch the guys nose again, yeah that would not heal correctly anytime ever.

Rikaad ordered some of the surrounding Guards to toss the,  now former, mayor into jail, leading the rest of the people that came here with him to the biggest building.

As expected it had been used as the living place of the mayor,  though not anymore now.

Rikaad told us to take a break and that he had to carefully plan what to do now, go over the information the woman, who was named Marianna, had given him.

Marianna herself walked up to Cassidy, socking him in the jaw before pulling the taller man closer to her and kissing him.

I politely looked elsewhere.

There was quite an evident semblance to Shalimar, and not just the appearance.

Since nobody would try anything dumb as long as we were here i decided to hand the hat back to the Chicken sailor,  and finally ask for his name.

Robin had immediately taken a liking to a dog that lived here,  playing with the curly tailed canine.

Yeah he was fine, now where did the chicken guy go?

Looking around my eyes fell on Akeem,  who after noticing silently pointed at a balcony door.

Since nothing was going on and my presence wasn't needed I went outside as well,  seeing the man in layers and layers of fabric lean on the balustrade.

How the fuck did he not get a heatstroke?

I carefully took the hat, which was a little too big,  off and handed it back to him.

“Uhm, thank you for the save there, I'm sure I would have gotten stuff thrown at me as well, what's your name? 

I don't think i heard anyone say it”

He put his hat back on, tilting his head.

“That's because i don't have one”

My brain buffered for a good moment or two,  how could one NOT have a name?

“What, wait what do people call you then? 

How can it be that you don't have a name?”

The man tilted his head to the other side.

“You better be careful when dealing with Fae and how they word things, if they ask you for your name you better not give it,  sometimes they even trick their own brethren to give up their name”

I HAD heard of Fae taking peoples names,  but that they did it to their own kin was new.

“Oh, well getting the name of a Fae cant be easy,  you must have been tricked badly huh?”

He took his hat off again, pulling an arm completely out of the fabrics he was covered in, revealing a pale,  four fingered hand that seemed strangely chitinous.

“Oh yeah my sister had a knack for getting what she wanted,  Did you know Elves aren't actually Fae? 

Fae are never so naturally human like, Elves however are”

I stared at him, at probably the only true Fae I'd ever see in my life.

“I always thought it strange that most depictions of Fae had some insect things about them or horns while Elves didn't,  but that's new information to me,  wait what are Elves then if they aren't Fae?”

He shrugged, gripping the balustrade with his chitinous segmented hand.

“Not sure, but Elves are not Fae,  though they might be a mix of human and Fae, or had been once upon a time when there was less hatred in the world”

If that was true then, then every Elf was also a bastard,  yeah no wonder they had obscured that so much that they themselves believed them to be Fae folk nowadays.

“Well i guess i don't really have anything to compare,  but what you are saying does make some sense”

Though Fae being more insect-like did make sense,  most of the depictions I had seen, while crude,  had featured things like bug wings or multiple arms. 

Elves had none of those.

Well, what the fuck where Elves then? A question for later.

Suddenly I remembered something I had heard snippets of in Kamerasca a good two years ago.

“Hey about the name thing, why don't you get a new one? 

I've heard of people changing their names,  most times after a divorce though but it's just some paperwork,  well at least it's possible in Kamerasca, no idea about the isles”

I was not sure at all how the isles worked, not to mention that each island could have its own laws and the like.

The Fae man chuckled at that.

“A new name eh? Not a bad idea, I should have thought of that myself!

Though there are many to choose from, i will give it thought, and if i can't find an island to do it you might see me in your Homeland sometime”

Yeah, though I wouldn't doubt that Cassidy would specifically make that a possibility even if just for one instance.

“Well good luck thinking of a new name, does your chicken at least have one? Or is the feathery fella also nameless?” 

He laughed and picked up the way larger than average rooster with brown, orange and black feathers.

“This guy? Technically he's a Basan,  but yeah they look like chickens, eh bird either way,  his name is Basha because he used to Bash his head against me”

The Basan made some very chicken-like sounds,  bonking his head against the Fae man.

“There really are just things that look like other normal things but just aren't huh?”

“Well that entirely depends on what you define as normal,  your normal might be quite unusual for someone else”

That he was right in, especially in my case as the only other living Ardua had rejected to wear the bracelet, leaving it in Oakleys care.

“Yeah, you're right, also does sunlight hurt you like some Fae stories say? You are quite covered up, uh sorry if that's rude to ask”

He chuckled again, shaking his head.

“Curious huh? Well i can't blame you,  but the main reason im covered like this is that im ugly”

I stared at him, that being the LAST answer I had expected.

“Wh- what? That's a joke right? I know that big insect like things can freak people out but im sure its not that bad”

He full on laughed at that.

“Boy it's not because of me being an insectoid,  well i guess the mandibles would freak a good bit of people out,  but quite frankly, Nobody wants to see a mutilated man run around and showing off all his scars and stumps”

To emphasize he held out a second left arm right under the first, 

but the second one ended in a horribly scarred stump somewhere in the middle of elbow and where the wrist should be, the rest of the arm also adorned in strange silvery scars that had a slight bluish tint.

I stared at it confusedly for a second, so what? 

“So? If people don't want to see that they can look somewhere else, like, don't go out into the public if you don't like seeing people being people, also i don't think anyone seeing that would think you did that on purpose”

Now it was his turn to stare confusedly at me with his sclera less way too green eyes.

“I just mean, a lot of people have scars, i have some too,  namely on my back and shoulder, and one time some guy stole one of my kidneys so there's that one too, i don't think that scars necessarily make someone ugly or less of a person,  it just- it just shows you've lived”

He tilted his head,  at an angle that would probably have broken my neck if I tried it.

“It does sound like an age-old struggle of simply being deemed ‘other’,  I feel that you relate well to it,  even if your struggle with being ‘other’ has been different.

I suppose listening to those deemed ‘others’ would show things about myself I was not aware of, or would never be.

Also someone stole your kidney? How does that happen?”

Huh, yeah it was probably no matter what kind of ‘other’ one was,  they would find the same or similar reasons to shut those ‘other’ out any way possible.

Also of course he had to ask about the kidney thing.

“Yeah, some wannabe alchemist got it,  though i punched his face before he got anything else, i actually have no idea what happened to the guy, maybe he poisoned himself”

It was likely, that or someone else lynched him considering he'd been quite an asshole and did say something about testing on pets.

“Well, it looks like we both survive when we have to”

The Fae man stared out at the ocean,  gently scratching his chicken’s err, Basan's Head.

Then he ripped the cloth covering the bottom half of his face down, revealing what was indeed mandibles,  though more thin and boney and halfway folded into his maw.

One of his cheeks had a hole that was held shut by stitches and the other half of his face looked like someone had held a burning hot horseshoe against it.

Wait, iron, that was an iron burn, ouch, Fae did NOT take well to iron.

Aside from that there was a long and jagged scar going down the side of his nose, having blinded one of the secondary eyes under his normal ones, both of which were sewed shut like the hole in his cheek.

That man had been tortured,  There was no other reason for things to look like that as even multiple accidents wouldn't cause an iron burn this deep.

“I said i was ugly”

“What? No i'm just-i've never actually seen a Fae before, you weren't joking about the mandibles huh? Though i didn't think they'd be so thin”

He smiled, his face twisting weirdly around the scar tissue.

“Oh i suppose one would expect something more spider like,  however Spiders are arachnids and not insects,  ticks are also arachnids, but yeah i can move them individually”

To prove it he stuck one out and ‘waved’ with it,  then doing the same with another one.

“Wait, how do you eat with those? 

Don't you just bite your own mandibles while eating?”

“That's the question you ask? 

But yeah i guess sometimes i bite my own mandibles, though don't tell me you've never bitten your own tongue while eating”

Fair, to him it was just one more appendage he had,  not anymore strange to his own body than my tongue was to mine.

“Yeah fair, one time i nearly bit a chunk off because i fell out of a tree while eating, not exactly my smartest day”

At least it had healed quickly, but damn that had hurt.

“Oh we all have some dumb days,  and you know what i think i'm going to make this a smart one and go get some new shirts, and maybe a bandana for Basha”

“Wait then he's Basha the bandana wearing Basan all words with B”

He laughed and jumped on top of the railing, cradling said Basan.

“Oh I'm well aware! That's why I'm getting him one!”

With that he jumped down and I realized a bit late that this was built on top of a natural wall and thus went down about three stories deep even though it was technically ground level.

I rushed to lean over the balustrade,  but the Fae man had landed safely and was walking away while his Basan perched on his shoulder like a parrot.

Man the Islands were sure one chaotic place,  there was lots of stuff I would never consider trying on my own.

Then again the ones doing it weren't Human or elf and knew better what they were capable of than me.

Aside from Ronan maybe, he had to be frequently stopped from doing dangerous things that definitely would kill him.

I should probably head back inside,  I did want to see if the other ones were okay, 

especially Jamie who had rocks thrown at them among other things.

At least Akeem deflected the knife, and just threw a grown man twenty feet or so like he weighed nothing.

For someone that didn't even have muscles he was stupidly strong.

For a moment a horrified realization crossed my mind, if Grella was right about Magic Dying then what would happen to Akeem?

He was a statue come to live through some wayward magic, would he simply revert back to being a statue? Fall apart into parts and pieces?

Crumble to dust?

Or would it not affect him since he technically was some sort of gem and Grella did say magic could be stored in some of those.

I really hoped it was the latter.

NEXT / PREVIOUS / OVERSIGHT

[ericboyd]

Decided to get the fuck out of Pittsburgh for a day and went up to see Oppenheimer in 70mm IMAX in New York. I always sort of dislike the city until I leave it and then I get this itch to go back-- so this was a good enough excuse. Before Oppenheimer I had time to check out "Bottoms" which was extremely funny (one of the leads was also in "Theater Camp" which was very good as well). Also funny is how the Nicole Kidman AMC intro is becoming this cult phenomenon; in both Bottoms and Oppenheimer people in the crowd clapped and knew every word of the intro by heart. Both films were sold out, both audiences were fully engaged. It was heartening to see that compared to when I go to the waterfront and I'm the only one in the theatre. Oppenheimer was whatever, it's cool to see Nolan trick the world into thinking he's an action director then get 100mil to make a pretty standard arthouse flick. The script was a bit thin and on the nose but I just can't hate a movie that invented an entirely new form of film, casts Benny Safdie in a major role, and asks RDJ to act entirely outside of his wheelhouse. When the film first started I teared up at how overwhelming the sheer size of the screen was. The first row of seats was about 50 feet away because the screen descended maybe 20 feet below them. Definitely a worthwhile experience, especially compared to seeing The Hateful Eight in 70mm at the waterfront because a) they stuck it in a small, 150+/- seat auditorium with a tiny screen, which basically defeats the whole purpose of celebrating the medium's fidelity-- and b) that movie fuckin sucked and Tarentino is a joke.

Anyway, my go-to stop for my last couple of New York trips has been to hit 5th ave and check out whatever new fragrances are coming out / unavailable in Pittsburgh.

Gucci's Alchemist Garden line, probably my favorite designer private collection, isn't at Pittsburgh's Gucci store so I wanted to try the latest scent, "Where my Heart Beats." It was unapologetically floral, but still felt like it could layer well with other scents from the line, especially Voice of the Snake, their Saphron / Oud fragrance. I asked the rep if the line would continue now that Alessandro Michele is out and the line really felt like his baby. The rep hadn't heard anything about it but I still can't imagine the line surviving much longer. 50/50 if bottles get cheaper or skyrocket in price should they become discontinued.

The Louboutin fragrances were all okay. The bottles are beautiful baubles but the juice isn't mind-blowing with the exception of Loubimar, an aquatic tuberose frag that I thought had a very nice honeysuckle accord going.

Tom Ford's new "Myrrhe Mystere" was pretty boring and it seems like the house really has sold its soul in the deal to Estee Lauder.

Guerlain's new "Honey Tobacco" was pretty good! I forgot to ask the rep if they knew anything about what this year's millésime Shalimar release might focus on (rumor is bergamot), but they should announce that stuff soon.

Visited Coach just to look at the dinosaur made entirely out of handbags.

Went to Papaya Dog and got a couple chili dogs and a juice. Has that old Rick Sebak documentary in the back of my mind every time I visit the city but never made it out; it was a good, cheap hotdog! Glad I went.

It's always fun to go out and play with the long exposure mode on my phone, it's not quite like a real camera but it's pretty interesting on its own

[soontobecyborg]

Of all the head canons I've come up with for my fics I think I finally outdid myself. I came up with a list of everyone's signature scents.

Guillermo: Spice Blend, Dior. In the past he didn't have the money to indulge in things like this, but now that he does, Guillermo goes straight to the private collection. Warm, fresh, spicy, soft. Spice Blend is masculine and confident, but it also smells like a great hug.

Nandor: Kredo, Nishane. Much like Nandor, the cardamom and oud tell a loud and colorful story. But pay closer attention to the notes underneath: playful pink pepper, soft suede and delicate floral osmanthus. Only then to you really get to really know him.

Nadja: Shalimar, Guerlain. For many, it takes time to appreciate Shalimar. Initially off-putting to those who might not be familiar with her— animalic, tough, leathery— the beauty just beneath the surface is astounding and memorable. It is complex but worth getting to know. Like Nadja.

Laszlo: Chergui, Serge Lutens. Tobacco, honey, amber and hay. Laszlo was never much of an equestrian but the scent reminds him of the times he spent hiding in horse stables near Grasmere when he was supposed to be courting that duchess his father kept pushing on him. Having no idea he'd soon meet Nadja, he ran away to the stables and drowned his sorrows in honey wine and stablehands.

The Guide: Feminite du Bois, Shiseido. Woody, spicy, feminine, complex. A scent for a woman who knows herself. The Guide has several bottles of the original from the 1990s that are being preserved in a special vault. The newest reformulation under Serge Lutens is a travesty and she will tell you all about it. At length.

Abraham van Helsing: Musc Ravageur, Frederic Malle. Warm, spicy and exuding an intoxicating musk, this aptly-named fragrance will lure your forbidden lover to you no matter how sour the smells of the docks at night.

Colin Robinson (adult): Mister Hijinks. It's a cologne/aftershave mix and he found it in the bathroom at work. Described by many as a disgusting putrified smell, like a snake in heat, Colin thinks it's nice.

Quinn: Marescialla, Santa Maria Novella. Woody and earthy, this smells like a bygone era. Countess D’Aumont, the wife of a French marshall, used a powdered version to perfume her gloves. Her interest in alchemy aroused suspicion of witchcraft and she was burnt at the stake. Quinn was a young alchemist at the time and she wears it as a homage... and a fond remembrance.

Tessa: Velvet Orchid, Tom Ford. Rum, orchid, honey, vanilla and myrrh. What's not to love? Just because she has vampire semen keeping her young doesn't mean she wants to fall behind on the latest trends. She didn't become a witch to linger in the past. Tessa keeps one foot in the supernatural world and the other in Sephora.

Derek: 1 Million, Paco Rabanne. Derek bought it without even smelling it because the bottle looks like a gold bar and that's fancy. Once he got back to his place and tried it out... he liked it! There's a lot of cinnamon, some citrus and woods... he's not sure why but he feels confident wearing it and that's what matters.

Thomas: Paris – Édimbourg, Chanel. Juniper, cypress, cedar, vetiver, lavender. Thomas found it in a male victim's suitcase two years ago. His master didn't want it— Nigel called it "department store rubbish"— but to Thomas it smells like wide open spaces and freedom. The bottle ran out just before the familiar fights and he bought a new one with the money Guillermo gave him.

Dr. Sharon: Gris Dior, Dior. Designed as an embodiment of the color gray, it's actually quite nice.

[elliemarchetti]

ACoTaR characters as Guerlain perfumes

because once I’ll get rich I intend to collect them like some kind of overpriced figurines and nobody is going to stop me.

The Girls 

Feyre Archeron - Insolence (Eau de Parfum)

Spontaneous, sometimes excessive, it’s the perfect perfume for those who are self-confident and proceed with the grace and elegance of a conqueror. Insolence is the portrait of a woman of audacious sensuality, impossible to resist, and it succeeds in its mission without losing the floral, fruity and powdery notes that I imagine Feyre carries with her from her time in the Spring Court.

Intensity  ⚫ ⚫ ⚫ ⚫ 

Price $$

Elain Archeron - Sparkling Bouquet (Eau de Parfum)

Fruity and fresh, Sparkling Bouquet has the olfactory imprint of a radiant personality, essential and multifaceted like a luminous jewel. The modernity of lavender and jasmine, mixed with a joyful accord of vanilla and sandalwood are the perfect representation of a character who loves growing flowers and feel the sun’s kiss on her skin.

Intensity  ⚫ ⚫ ⚫ 🔘

Price $

Nesta Archeron - La Petite Robe Noir (Eau de Parfum)

A tribute to the most beautiful black notes of perfumery, La Petite Robe Noir is a deep, mysterious perfume with a thousand facets, sometimes sweet and delicate, sometimes unique and sophisticated, but always unmistakable.

Intensity  ⚫ ⚫ ⚫ 🔘

Price $

Gwyneth Berdara - Eau de Guerlain (Cologne)

Light and refreshing, Eau de Guerlain is perfect in its clear and luminous simplicity, a reminder of Gwyn's innocence and vibrant curiosity.

Intensity  ⚫ 🔘 🔘 🔘

Price $$

Emerie - Neroli Outrenoir (Eau de Parfum)

A dark perfume, illuminated by neroli and bergamot, perfect for an enigmatic and magnetic character, willing to face her deepest fears for those she loves.

Intensity  ⚫ ⚫ ⚫ 🔘

Price $$$

Mor - Mandarine Basilic Forte (Eau de Parfum)

The sweetness of a sun-kissed golden mandarin meets a lively basil sublimated by the warmth of sandalwood and the sweetness of vanilla tincture. Intense, exciting and captivating, this perfume is a journey to discover nature, with its hidden beauties and its unstoppable strength.

Intensity  ⚫ ⚫ ⚫ 🔘

Price $$

Amren - Cuir Intense (Eau de Parfum)

A note of woody leather, an exceptional raw material, in contrast with the dark and mysterious character of a thousand-year-old creature, a perfect homage that highlights her strength, power and refinement.

Intensity  ⚫ ⚫ ⚫ ⚫

Price $$

Viviane - Shalimar (Soufflé de Parfum)

A real filter of femininity. Amber, sensual and luminous, in Prythian it would be produced in the Day Court and Viviane would be enraptured by its precious oriental caress. After the first application, the Lady of Winter would be unable to go without it, and Kallias would be secretly grateful.

Intensity  ⚫ ⚫ ⚫ 🔘

Price $

The Boys 

Rhysand - Oud Khol (Eau de Parfum)

Intense, fascinating and absolute, this is the scent of a black so deep that captures and changes you from within. Enriched by the delight of a caramel note, I this this is the perfect fit for the dreamer hidden under the cruel armor. 

Intensity  ⚫ ⚫ ⚫ ⚫

Price $$$

Cassian - L’Homme Idéal (Eau de Parfum)

What men aspire to be in the form of perfume. Luxurious and seductive, the ideal man is a devoted and captivating lover, and at the same time a powerful and methodical general, just like Cassian.

Intensity  ⚫ ⚫ ⚫ 🔘

Price $

Azriel - Patchouli Ardent (Eau de Parfum)

Dark and woody, the patchouli is sublimated in an extraordinarily vibrant and luminous way by the essence of rose and the mysterious accord of leather and musks, which make it a unique and refined sensory journey, fitting for the Shadowsinger.

 Intensity  ⚫ ⚫ ⚫ ⚫

Price $$

Tamlin - Vetiver (Eau de Toilette)

The fragrance of the earth at the crack of dawn, a perfect evocation of the awakening of the world for the High Lord of Spring.

Intensity  ⚫ ⚫ ⚫ 🔘

Price $$

Lucien - Eau de Fleur de Cédrat (Cologne)

From its sour freshness, similar to someone’s sense of humor, to its delicate citron, this perfume hides in plain sight the scents of the Mediterranean coastline.

Intensity  ⚫ 🔘 🔘 🔘

Price $$

Eris - Rouge Privé (Eau de Parfum)

A perfume to be savored like a fine wine, reinterpreted from the original Habit Rouge (which I find generally fitting for the Autum Court) with notes of fortified vanilla and amber that smell of resentment and dissatisfaction. In general, Rouge Privé is a perfume full of contrasts, perfect for someone dignified and full of secrets.

Intensity ⚫ ⚫ ⚫ 🔘

Price $$

[parfumieren]

Angel (Thierry Mugler)

Since making its acquaintance, I've wrestled Angel and wrestled hard. In the course of five years, I went from loathing this divisive bestseller to... well, we get along all right in small doses.

2010

Today, during a routine trip to the mega-mall, I dragged my husband into Sephora for a spate of perfume sampling. Immediately I spotted a perfume I've been itching to meet for ages: Thierry Mugler's Angel. How did I manage to live for nearly two decades without encountering one of the most recognizable, polarizing, and notorious scents of the last half century? Luck, I guess. (Or maybe I'd always run away from it too fast to ever learn its unholy name.)

First impression on the test strip: fantastic! An acetylene-bright violet, sparkling with carbonation, like Sacrebleu with added nitromethane. I offered it to my husband; he nodded and smiled. Nice.

I strayed over to a couple of other perfumes -- Lolita Lempicka (if flowers could sweat…), Shalimar (charming as always), Hypnotic Poison (regular Poison + rohypnol) -- before coming back to Angel. Out with the test strip again-- sniff, sniff.

"What do you think?" I asked my husband.

"It's interesting. Different. Not like anything you've worn," he said.

I decided to leap in. Picked up the heavy, star-shaped, Tim Burtonesque decanter and gave my wrist a hearty spray. Hooray!

The first five minutes will live in my memory as some of the nicest minutes I ever spent with a fragrance. Prickly, tickly, teasing, Angel seemed alive with personality. Behind its strobe-light top notes, I could detect some of that unusual chocolate-patchouli chord I'd read about. I relaxed, plotting how I might ask the Sephora floor staff to make me up a sample to take home, and maybe I'd even follow up by purchasing a full-sized--

WHAT THE HELL?!

My Angel had just sprouted horns. No, not horns-- legs. Eight of them, all bearing down on me at freight-train speed. To my horror, this cherubic little bit of cloud-fluff had just morphed into a Shelob-sized spider of stonk. Having lured me into its pretty gossamer web, it now set about immobilizing me in a cocoon of sticky cotton candy from which escape was impossible.

Noticing the look on my face, my husband asked, "Everything OK?"

"Help," I managed to whisper before the death-cloud of spun sugar covered my mouth.

In what seemed like seconds, nothing remained of either the effervescent violet or that alluring bitter-chocolate accord. The present (and the forseeable future) consisted of a single, relentless note of slightly burned Karo corn syrup which grew stronger and sweeter with every passing moment, ratcheting the tension skyward until I thought I was going to scream.

Did I think it couldn't get worse? Oh, how wrong I was.

Angel chose that moment to deploy a stinger full of venom in the form of a blackcurrant note so boozy I thought I'd been teleported back to 1987, when the candy trend for high-school girls was fancy French cassis pastilles in collectible tins filled with powdered sugar. When you were done with the pastilles, you emptied out the sugar and used the tin to store your cocaine. And when you were done with the cocaine, you drank most of a bottle of cheap Leroux's blackberry brandy in a desperate attempt to come down. Then you puked yourself dry and promised God and your sainted grandmother never, ever, EVER to do it again.

That's where Angel had me, and I'd only been wearing it for half an hour.

After two hours, Angel shapechanged into the feminine version of Drakkar Noir, the toxic pong of choice for all the gold-chain-and-hair-gel playas who overrun South Jersey every summer. NOW I knew where I'd smelled this before-- I'd been smelling it all my life! Having grown up just across the bay from Seaside Heights, how well I knew those evil winds that drifted over the water, carrying the odor of stale cigarette smoke, suntan lotion, unwashed ass, and day-old funnel cakes coated in a sludge of equal parts congealed grease and confectioner's sugar….

I get it. Angel is none other than Snooki.

Home to throw myself in a steaming hot shower and scrub myself from head to toe with Ivory soap. No luck: hours later, Angel is still with me. If it doesn't fade soon, I'm going to have to get out my microplane citrus zester and grate the first hundred layers of skin off the inside of my wrist to get free. Until then, I'll sit in my pajamas, shivering and clutching a teacup full of whiskey, such as is traditionally offered to survivors of a terrible, unspeakable ordeal.

2011

I almost overlooked it-- partially because it was so tiny, partially because I never expected to encounter such a thing on a thrift store shelf.

The sight of the silver foil peeling off its molded plastic cap brought a self-righteous smirk to my lips. Beneath a scrap of masking tape marked “25¢” in grease pencil, that star-shaped hunk of glass -- tacky and cumbersome even when brand new -- carried a tragic coating of grime. Irony: that a high-end perfume modeled after that most low-rent of locations (the carnival fairway) should meet a fate every bit as tawdry as its stated inspiration.

Oh ho! how the mighty have fallen! I thought, then walked away.

Five minutes later I was back, staring at that tiny glass star and feeling inexplicably gloomy. What's an Angel like you doing in a place like this? I whispered… then reached out my hand.

As I've expressed before, my opinion of Angel is not high. It still isn't. Granted, its first minute on skin is a taste of pure Heaven-- but where it goes from there, in my humble opinion, is straight to Hell. Yet the sight of this little Angel languishing unwanted and unclaimed on the shelf dried up my schadenfreude at its very root.

Twenty-five cents, you say? And the bottle still has a minute amount of parfum in it? Well, perhaps it will be different when dabbed than when sprayed….

Take it from me: it isn't.

2015

Today I dabbed my very last hoarded droplets of Angel onto my wrists. Hoarded? I can almost hear you say. But I thought you HATED that stuff.

I've come a long way, baby.

It's true that an overzealous spray in Sephora nearly biased me for life against this bizarre gourmand. But that was five years ago. I've changed my mind on many things in that time. Cassis -- once my sworn enemy -- is now not even my frenemy, but my friend. I've smelled so many lousy Angel wannabes at Target or Kohls that the original on which they're based -- tart fruit layered over a patchouli-caramel-chocolate accord once deemed by me The Worst -- is actually really Some Kind of Wonderful. Maybe it's grown on me. Or maybe I've learned just how much Angel is enough (the tiniest, TINIEST dab; the barest swipe of the sample vial wand).

The point is this: I'm sad enough to see Angel go to want it to return, even if I have to buy it outright. Not a full-sized bottle, mind you-- unless the Angel promised to take its share.

Scent Elements: Bergamot, helional, hedione, blackcurrant, honey, patchouli, vanilla, coumarin, chocolate, sandalwood, a CrackerJacks factory worth of caramel, and a veritable shitload of ethylmaltol.

[educationinaustralia]

Tourist Places in Jammu & Kasmir

Jammu & Kashmir, a region known for its stunning landscapes, rich cultural heritage, and diverse experiences, is a must-visit destination in northern India. Here are some of the top tourist places in Jammu & Kashmir:

Srinagar:

Jammu & Kashmir, a region known for its stunning landscapes, rich cultural heritage, and diverse experiences, is a must-visit destination in northern India. Here are some of the top tourist places in Jammu & Kashmir:

Srinagar:

Dal Lake: Famous for its houseboats and shikara rides, Dal Lake is the jewel of Srinagar. https://www.aecglobal.com.au/

Mughal Gardens: Shalimar Bagh, Nishat Bagh, and Chashme Shahi are beautiful Mughal gardens showcasing the region's royal heritage.

Jama Masjid: A historic mosque known for its wooden architecture and serene ambiance.

Shankaracharya Temple: Offers panoramic views of Srinagar and Dal Lake.

Gulmarg:

Gulmarg Gondola: One of the highest cable cars in the world, offering breathtaking views of the Himalayas.

Golf Course: The world’s highest 18-hole golf course.

Adventure Sports: Known for skiing and snowboarding in winter, and trekking and mountain biking in summer.

Pahalgam:

Aru Valley: A picturesque valley ideal for trekking and nature walks.

Betaab Valley: Named after a Bollywood film, it’s known for its scenic beauty and crystal-clear rivers.

Baisaran: Often called "Mini Switzerland," it's perfect for picnics and horse riding.

Sonamarg:

Thajiwas Glacier: A stunning glacier accessible via a short trek or pony ride.

Sindh River: Popular for trout fishing and scenic beauty.

Baltal: A base camp for the Amarnath Yatra pilgrimage. Leh-Ladakh:

Leh: The capital city, known for its unique culture, monasteries, and markets.

Pangong Lake: A high-altitude lake famous for its changing colors and stunning views.

Nubra Valley: Known for its sand dunes, monasteries, and the double-humped Bactrian camels.

Magnetic Hill: A gravity-defying hill where vehicles seem to roll uphill.

Tso Moriri Lake: A lesser-known, serene high-altitude lake.

Jammu:

Vaishno Devi Temple: A major Hindu pilgrimage site located on the Trikuta Mountains.

Raghunath Temple: A historical temple dedicated to Lord Rama.

Ranbireshwar Temple: Known for its large collection of Shiva Lingams.

Mubarak Mandi Palace: A historical palace that reflects the rich heritage of the Dogra dynasty. Kargil:

Kargil War Memorial: A site commemorating the soldiers who fought in the Kargil War.

Suru Valley: Known for its beautiful landscapes and opportunities for trekking.

Zanskar Valley: Famous for its remote beauty and unique Buddhist culture.

Patnitop:

Nathatop: Offers panoramic views and is ideal for paragliding.

Sanasar: Known for its lush meadows and adventure sports like paragliding and horse riding. Bhaderwah:

Chinta Valley: Known for its stunning landscapes and natural beauty.

Jai Valley: A serene valley with picturesque views and lush green meadows.

These locations offer a diverse range of experiences, from cultural heritage and religious sites to natural beauty and adventure sports. Whether you’re looking to explore historic temples, enjoy breathtaking landscapes, or engage in thrilling activities, Jammu & Kashmir has something for every traveler.

These locations offer a diverse range of experiences, from cultural heritage and religious sites to natural beauty and adventure sports. Whether you’re looking to explore historic temples, enjoy breathtaking landscapes, or engage in thrilling activities, Jammu & Kashmir has something for every traveler.

[shalimarflowershop]

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[fennigan7]

Patricia Alvine Hansen (born March 17, 1956) is an American model and actress. She’s also been known as Mrs. Keith Richards since 1983.

Hansen, who is of Norwegian ancestry, was born and raised in Tottenville, Staten Island, New York City, the youngest of six children. She was discovered by photographer Peter Gert at age 14. After Gert took Hansen to a party hosted by Wilhelmina Cooper, former model and owner of the Wilhelmina Models, Cooper signed the teen to her agency. Hansen soon moved to Manhattan, enrolled at the Professional Children's School in Manhattan (she would later drop out), and began landing modeling jobs.

During Hansen's modeling career, she appeared on the covers and in the pages of Seventeen, American Vogue, Cosmopolitan, Glamour, and Harper's Bazaar. She also had campaigns for Calvin Klein (for which she featured on a billboard in Times Square), Revlon, Versace and André Courrèges. At the height of her fame, Hansen appeared on the December 1978 cover of Esquire, celebrating "The Year of the Lusty Woman". In the early 1980s, Hansen stopped modeling and began acting. She appeared in only three feature films, including the 1981 romantic comedy They All Laughed, directed by Peter Bogdanovich, and 1984's Hard to Hold, directed by Larry Peerce and starring Rick Springfield. In 1993, Hansen returned to modeling when designer Calvin Klein used 1970s-era models for his 1993 collection. She was presented on the November 1999 Millennium cover of American Vogue as one of the "Modern Muses". In 2004, Hansen, along with daughters Alexandra and Theodora, were featured in ads for Guerlain's perfume Shalimar Light. In February 2019, she walked the runway for Michael Kors for his Studio 54-inspired Fall 2019 collection.

Hansen married Rolling Stones guitarist Keith Richards on December 18, 1983 (his 40th birthday), at the Finisterra Hotel in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. She lives in Weston, Connecticut. The couple has two daughters, Theodora and Alexandra.

Patti Hansen photographed by Helmut Newton in 1977.

[realmadridfamily]

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“Happy father’s day to the best dada in the world 🤍 To collecting more memories together. We love you so much Dada ✨🤍” - Shalimar