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Sarah, The Mother Bear

1 Reviews
4.00 out of 5

$26

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Sarah, The Mother Bear

1 Reviews
4.00 out of 5

$26

Practical scents – warm, nurturing, wise, and strong: tonka bean, soft brown leather, myrrh, white sage, gurjum balsam, Ceylon cinnamon bark, red sandalwood, sweet tobacco, and a touch of gunsmoke.

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++PRETTY DEADLY
Perfume oil blends, $26.00 per 5ml bottle.
Presented in an amber apothecary glass vial.
Because of the nature of this project, imps are unavailable.
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PRETTY DEADLY is a mythic western, a tale of retribution and redemption, that begins at the gallows and ends in Death’s domain.  It is a story told by a dead rabbit to a butterfly, that you are invited to quietly overhear.

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Kelly Sue DeConnick and Emma Rios KELLY SUE DECONNICK (Avengers Assemble, Captain Marvel) & EMMA RÍOS (Dr. Strange, Osborn) reunite to bring you an all-new ongoing series that marries the magical realism of Sandman with the western brutality of Preacher. Death’s daughter rides the wind on a horse made of smoke and her face bears the skull marks of her father. Her tale of retribution is as beautifully lush as it is unflinchingly savage.

1 review for Sarah, The Mother Bear

  1. 4 out of 5

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    Given that my name is Sarah and I first smelled this within the first two weeks of giving birth to my second child, I was sold on it pretty much right away even though it isn’t necessarily something I would normally choose. And since getting it, I’ve been wearing it every day. It feels right to me, and very mama-bear-ish.

    It’s very soft and wears close to the skin, perfect for wearing a little bit of oil without feeling like I’ll overwhelm the baby or confuse him or anything. It’s also very comforting – warm and gentle. I smell the tonka and myrrh the most, and then the leather a bit more as it dries – though the scent is well blended and most notes don’t stand out so much as create a smooth cozy backdrop to the notes that I do pick out. My only issue is that it disappears after a bit, but right now I like that it wears lightly and I don’t mind reapplying!

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