Absinthe

The poet in his attic room paces by the dim glow of the oil lamp, fevered ~ again he is walking the thin line between genius and madness, waiting for his muse to come, a faceted goblet of potent green liquid in his pale hand.

But La Feé Verte is a capricious and cruel mistress ~ she murmurs promises of glorious lucid visions in your ear... but then overwhelms her acolytes with feverish passion for ever more, until one sip too many ~ and she is gone in a vaporous flurry, leaving them muddled and weak. Still, the poet drinks… and dreams…

Drive them mad with the Absinthe set of adornments...

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  Collar, Cuffs, and Earrings
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  Detail: Collar
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  Collar, Cuffs, and Earrings
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  Earrings
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  Collar, Cuffs, and Earrings