Bewitching Brews
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
$5.75 – $23.00
A festive, dazzling blend, layered in mystery and intrigue. Patchouli, ambergris, carnation and orange blossom.
Bewitching Brews
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
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A brace of loaded pistols
He carried night and day;
He never robbed a poor man
Upon the king’s highway;
But what he’d taken from the rich,
Like Turpin and Black Bess,
He always did divide it
With the widow in distress.
Stand and deliver! Vetiver with gardenia, blood red rose, night-blooming jasmine, a dash of cinnamon and a faint hint of leather
The Dark Side of Fire: cinnamon, bitter almond, and neroli. Heavily spiced, torrid, and possibly conflagrant.
Say that the men of the old black tower,
Though they but feed as the goatherd feeds,
Their money spent, their wine gone sour,
Lack nothing that a soldier needs,
That all are oath-bound men:
Those banners come not in.
There in the tomb stand the dead upright,
But winds come up from the shore:
They shake when the winds roar,
Old bones upon the mountain shake.
Those banners come to bribe or threaten,
Or whisper that a man’s a fool
Who, when his own right king’s forgotten,
Cares what king sets up his rule.
If he died long ago
Why do you dread us so?
There in the tomb drops the faint moonlight,
But wind comes up from the shore:
They shake when the winds roar,
Old bones upon the mountain shake.
The tower’s old cook that must climb and clamber
Catching small birds in the dew of the morn
When we hale men lie stretched in slumber
Swears that he hears the king’s great horn.
But he’s a lying hound:
Stand we on guard oath-bound!
There in the tomb the dark grows blacker,
But wind comes up from the shore:
They shake when the winds roar,
Old bones upon the mountain shake.
A sepulchral, desolate scent. Long-dead soldiers, oath-bound; the perfume of their armor, the chill wind that surges through their tower, white bone and blackened steel: white sandalwood, ambergris, wet ozone, galbanum and leather with ebony, teak, burnt grasses, English ivy and a hint of red wine.
A disconcerting scent, heavy and oppressive, through which no light, no matter, and no spirit can escape. Black opium, labdanum, opoponax, black orchid, and benzoin.
artimisia –
On me, the orange smell disappeared within the first ten minutes. Skin chemistry issue, I guess. I was left with a herbal spicyness which, I agree, smelled like a magic shop. I think it would have made a better room scent than a perfume, though.
Deja –
delicate and lovely, the ambergris and carnation give it a bit of basement mustiness, which i actually think works very nicely. it gives the spiciness of the patchouli and tang of the orange blossom an antique aura. this is light and wistful.
Chelsea –
This was my second choice for myself to try (the other being Anne Bonny) and was very surprised by this. I’m not normally into floral scents but it was the Patchouli that got me to try it out. And my goodness does it smell amazing both in the bottle and on my skin. Makes me smell like a more feminine version of my magic shop (while it smells like Saytr on the masculine side). I really don’t know what my skin picked up on but its lovely. I just wish it wasn’t so light as time passes. Once I try out all the other scents I want to try this might be one of those bigger bottle buys.
VetchVespers –
This is very nice. The orange blossom smells like dried or candied orange peel . It’s very orangey, but not citrusy. It balances well with the patchouli, which gives Masquerade an earthy sweetness. The carnation’s spiciness lurks in the background with the amber, almost giving this a subtle clove vibe and adding a luxe feel. This makes me think of warm bodies crowded together in soft light. It’s sensual and elegant and very aptly named. I’m definately considering a 5ml.