Hotties, I am so excited to let you know that the greatly anticipated new LE collection from Arcana is now available at The Rhinestone Housewife! At this point the Great Expectations collection is limited edition and is available while supplies last.
Young Rantipole: Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorn or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day. The scent of foolish new money and bad choices belying a loyal heart beneath. Sour cherry, black musk, brown musk, cocoa absolute, and kush.
Magwitch: Hold your noise! cried a terrible voice, as a man started up from among the graves at the side of the church porch. Keep still, you little devil, or I’ll cut your throat! Rich pipe tobacco, sea water, tobacco flowers, and black roses.
Miss Havisham: So she sat, corpse-like, as we played at cards; the frillings and trimmings on her bridal dress, looking like earthy paper. Withered gardenias with star jasmine, chamomile, ivory musk, and pearl musk.
Am I pretty?
Yes, I think you are very pretty.
Am I insulting?
Not so much as you were last time, said I.
Quietly stunning ambre blanc and vanilla bean with a kiss of cognac.
Love Her, Love Her, Love Her: If she tears your heart to pieces — and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper — love her, love her, love her! An inexorable enchantment of 3 honeys in a base of rich, smoky resins.
A Pale Young Gentleman: Come and fight, said the pale young gentleman. What could I do but follow him? Violets, amber, coconut husks, frankincense, and white peach.
Gargery’s Forge: It was not because I was faithful, but because Joe was faithful, that I never ran away and went for a soldier or a sailor. Glowing red amber and boozy musk with incense, iron, salt, and smoke.
Pumblechook: We shook hands for the hundredth time at least, and he ordered a carter out of my way with the greatest indignation. An overblown, buffoonish, Pumblechookian mix of oats, wheat, brown sugar, cinnamon, black pepper, apricot, bitter cacao, and a drop of blackseed oil.
Walworth Castle: I think it was the smallest house I ever saw; with the queerest gothic windows (by far the greater part of them sham) and a gothic door, almost too small to get in at. The warm, masculine, homey scent of sweet bayberry, chestnut honey, goat milk, treacle, coffee bean, and clove.
Clara: She really was a most charming girl, and might have passed for a captive fairy, whom that truculent Ogre, Old Barley, had pressed into his service. Vanilla-infused sugar cookies and tea with tiny hints of banana, apricot, and lavender.
What Larks! Dear old Pip, old chap, said Joe, you and me was ever friends. And when you’re well enough to go out for a ride — what larks! A happy blend of English strawberries and salted milk caramels strewn across polished wood.