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    ‘Tis Not Madness Perfume Oil

    This is the air; that is the glorious sun;
    This pearl she gave me, I do feel’t and see’t;
    And though ’tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
    Yet ’tis not madness.

    — Sebastian

    A vibrant swirl of orange blossom, sweet patchouli, vetiver, and sandalwood.

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  • ‘Tis Strange Perfume Oil

    “Macbeth ruled during a time when the old gods were not yet forgotten. Almost no one could read and their memories and stories reached back into the deepest shadows.

    When the imagination stretches backwards as well as forwards it creates a sort of slide, or ladder. Like the children’s game! Time is much thicker. There is a substance about it that allows beings to gain purchase.”

    Both bog and castle, moor and battlefield, chivalry and nightmare: scarred leather armor, moss-covered stone, shadows upon shadows, and billows of black incense.

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    0. The Fool Perfume Oil

    He had stepped over the precipice. There was no going back. In his imagination, he could already feel the prick of needle-sharp fangs in his neck, a sharp prelude to eternal life.

    The sound began. It was low and sad, like the rushing of an underground river. It took him several long seconds to recognize it as laughter.

    “This is not life,” said the voice.

    It said nothing more, and after a while the young man knew he was alone in the graveyard.

    Apple blossom, peppermint, allspice, and yellow sandalwood speckled with grave loam and clods of grave dirt.

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  • 13

    13 December 2024 Perfume Oil

    13 is significant, whether you consider it lucky, unlucky or just plain odd. Many believe it to be unfortunate…

    … because there were 13 present at the Last Supper.
    … Loki crashed a party of 12 at Valhalla, which ended in Baldur’s death.
    … Oinomaos killed 13 of Hippodamia’s suitors before Pelops finally, in his own shady way, defeated the jealous king.
    … In ancient Rome, Hecate’s witches gathered in groups of 12, the Goddess herself being the 13th in the coven.

    Concern over the number thirteen echoes back beyond the Christian era. Line 13 was omitted form the Code of Hammurabi.

    The shivers over Friday the 13th also have some interesting origins:

    … Christ was allegedly crucified on Friday the 13th.
    … On Friday, October 13, 1307, King Philip IV of France ordered the arrests of Jaques de Molay, Grand Master of the Knights Templar, and sixty of his senior knights.
    … In British custom, hangings were held on Fridays, and there were 13 steps on the gallows leading to the noose.

    To combat the superstition, Robert Ingersoll and the Thirteen Club held thirteen-men dinners during the 19th Century. Successful? Hardly. The number still invokes trepidation to this day. A recent whimsical little serial killer study showed that the following murderers all have names that total thirteen letters:

    Theodore Bundy
    Jeffrey Dahmer
    Albert De Salvo
    John Wayne Gacy

    And, with a little stretch of the imagination, you can also fit ”˜Jack the Ripper’ and ”˜Charles Manson’ into that equation.

    More current-era paranoia: modern schoolchildren stop their memorization of the multiplication tables at 12. There were 13 Plutonium slugs in the atomic bomb that was dropped on Nagasaki. Apollo 13 wasn’t exactly the most successful space mission. All of these are things that modern triskaidekaphobes point to when justifying their fears.

    For some, 13 is an extremely fortuitous and auspicious number…

    … In Jewish tradition, God has 13 Attributes of Mercy. Also, there were 13 tribes of Israel, 13 principles of Jewish faith, and 13 is considered the age of maturity.
    … The ancient Egyptians believed that there were 12 stages of spiritual achievement in this lifetime, and a 13th beyond death.
    … The word for thirteen, in Chinese, sounds much like the word which means “must be alive”.

    Thirteen, whether you love it or loathe it, is a pretty cool number all around.

    … In some theories of relativity, there are 13 dimensions.
    … It is a prime number, lucky number, star number, Wilson Prime, and Fibonacci number.
    … There are 13 Archimedean solids.

    AND…
    … There were 13 original colonies when the United States were founded.

    Says a lot about the US, doesn’t it?

    Thirteen scents of comfort; a supplication for safety and succor during turbulent, dark times. Warm wool, fresh baked bread, steaming black tea, and a gooey brownie spiced with fresh ginger, green cardamom, black peppercorn, coriander, clove bud, fennel, star anise, honey, and cream.

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    13 Hours Perfume Oil

    “You have 13 hours in which to solve the Labyrinth… before your baby brother becomes one of us… forever.”

    A scent of profound foreboding: dusty black stone, dried rosehips, black moss, and creeping ivy.

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  • 13

    13 Perfume Oil September 2024

    13 is significant, whether you consider it lucky, unlucky or just plain odd. Many believe it to be unfortunate…

    …because there were 13 present at the Last Supper.
    …Loki crashed a party of 12 at Valhalla, which ended in Baldur’s death.
    …Oinomaos killed 13 of Hippodamia’s suitors before Pelops finally, in his own shady way, defeated the jealous king.
    …In ancient Rome, Hecate’s witches gathered in groups of 12, the Goddess herself being the 13th in the coven.

    Concern over the number thirteen echoes back beyond the Christian era. Line 13 was omitted form the Code of Hammurabi.

    The shivers over Friday the 13th also have some interesting origins:

    …Christ was allegedly crucified on Friday the 13th.
    …On Friday, October 13, 1307, King Philip IV of France ordered the arrests of Jaques de Molay, Grand Master of the Knights Templar, and sixty of his senior knights.
    …In British custom, hangings were held on Fridays, and there were 13 steps on the gallows leading to the noose.

    To combat the superstition, Robert Ingersoll and the Thirteen Club held thirteen-men dinners during the 19th Century. Successful? Hardly. The number still invokes trepidation to this day. A recent whimsical little serial killer study showed that the following murderers all have names that total thirteen letters:

    Theodore Bundy
    Jeffrey Dahmer
    Albert De Salvo
    John Wayne Gacy

    And, with a little stretch of the imagination, you can also fit “Jack the Ripper” and “Charles Manson” into that equation.

    More current-era paranoia: modern schoolchildren stop their memorization of the multiplication tables at 12. There were 13 Plutonium slugs in the atomic bomb that was dropped on Nagasaki. Apollo 13 wasn’t exactly the most successful space mission. All of these are things that modern triskaidekaphobes point to when justifying their fears.

    For some, 13 is an extremely fortuitous and auspicious number…

    …In Jewish tradition, God has 13 Attributes of Mercy. Also, there were 13 tribes of Israel, 13 principles of Jewish faith, and 13 is considered the age of maturity.
    …The ancient Egyptians believed that there were 12 stages of spiritual achievement in this lifetime, and a 13th beyond death.
    …The word for thirteen, in Chinese, sounds much like the word which means “must be alive”.

    Thirteen, whether you love it or loathe it, is a pretty cool number all around.

    …In some theories of relativity, there are 13 dimensions.
    …It is a prime number, lucky number, star number, Wilson Prime, and Fibonacci number.
    …There are 13 Archimedean solids.

    AND…
    …There were 13 original colonies when the United States were founded.

    Says a lot about the US, doesn’t it?

    Be not alarmed, but show your pluck! Hallow-’Een goblins bring you luck!

    This time around, we’ve crafted an olfactory celebration of renewed hope and good fortune! Jamaican chocolate tea and gulab jaman with coconut, coconut milk, green and black cardamom, pistachio, basmati rice, saffron, dates, honey, nutmeg, and clove.

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  • 21 SNOWBALLS
  • a boy and his zombie

    A Boy and His Zombie Perfume Oil

    Jonas grinned, but his playmate’s grin was wider.

    Zombie-green lime hard candies with a glob of marshmallow white matter and a splat of cherry viscera.

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    A Complex, Wiggly Sigil Perfume Oil

    Hastur produced a clipboard from the grubby recesses of his mack.

    “Sign. Here,” he said, leaving a terrible pause between the words.

    Crowley fumbled vaguely in an inside pocket and produced a pen. It was sleek and matte black. It looked as though it could exceed the speed limit.

    “‘S’nice pen,” said Ligur. “It can write under water,” Crowley muttered.

    “Whatever will they think of next?” mused Ligur.

    “Whatever it is, they’d better think of it quickly,” said Hastur. “No. Not A. J. Crowley. Your real name.”

    Crowley nodded mournfully, and drew a complex, wiggly sigil on the paper.

    It glowed redly in the gloom, just for a moment, and then faded: blood-red ink, fiery pomegranate, and black oudh.

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  • a cup of tea on the verandah

    A Cup of Tea in the Verandah Perfume Oil

    Whilst I was residing at Maulmain I saw a ghost with my own eyes in broad daylight, of which I could make an affidavit. I had an old schoolfellow, who was afterwards a college friend, with whom I had lived in the closest intimacy. Years, however, had passed away without our seeing each other. One morning I had just got out of bed, and was dressing myself, when suddenly my old friend entered the room. I greeted him warmly, told him to call for a cup of tea in the verandah, and promised to be with him immediately. I dressed myself in all haste, and went out into the verandah, but found no one there. I could not believe my eyes. I called to the sentry, who was posted at the front of the house, but he had seen no strange gentlemen that morning, The servants also declared that no such person had entered the house. I was certain I had seen my friend. I was not thinking about him at the time : yet I was not taken by surprise, as steamers and other vessel were frequently arriving at Maulmain. A fortnight afterwards, news arrived that he had died, six hundred miles off, almost the very time I saw him at Maulmain. It is useless to comment upon this story. To this day I have never doubted that I really saw the ghost of my deceased friend.

    Banbury Advertiser, 18 July 1878

    A fragrance steeped in wistful melancholy and the ache of near-forgotten longing. Black tea and bergamot shimmer in the glow of sunlit amber as cypress boughs cast lingering shadows. The heart blooms softly with jasmine sambac and tender orris.

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  • A DOLL'S DOLL

    A Doll’s Doll Perfume Oil

    Something to hold and play with during the solitude imposed by winter: cool porcelain cheeks glowing with a blush of spun sugar, lacy carnation frills delicately strung with pearlescent snowberries, and the faintest dusting of chimney soot.

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    A Fit of Artistic Enthusiasm Perfume Oil

    Inspired by Gris Grimly’s illustrations for the Oblong Box.

    Electric jolts of mania: a salt-crusted coffin bobbing through tumultuous ocean

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    A Flaming Sword Perfume Oil

    They sat in embarrassed silence, watching the raindrops bruise the first flowers.

    Eventually Crawly said, “Didn’t you have a flaming sword?”

    “Er,” said the angel. A guilty expression passed across his face, and then came back and camped there.

    “You did, didn’t you?” said Crawly. “It flamed like anything.”

    “Er, well-”

    “It looked very impressive, I thought.”

    “Yes, but, well-”

    “Lost it, have you?”

    “Oh no! No, not exactly lost, more-”

    “Well?”

    Aziraphale looked wretched. “If you must know,” he said, a trifle testily, “I gave it away.”

    Crawly stared up at him.

    “Well, I had to,” said the angel, rubbing his hands distractedly. “They looked so cold, poor things, and she’s expecting already, and what with the vicious animals out there and the storm coming up I thought, well, where’s the harm, so I just said, look, if you come back there’s going to be an almighty row, but you might be needing this sword, so here it is, don’t bother to thank me, just do everyone a big favor and don’t let the sun go down on you here.”

    Fiery red amber and sweet oudh, flickers of honeyed patchouli and red musk, pale white coconut flecks, and crushed peppercorn.

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  • a garden in september

    A Garden in September Perfume Oil

    Mary Hiester Reid

    A riot of late-summer color: hollyhocks, anemone, rose mallow, dahlias, toad lilies, agapanthus, cock’s comb, and helenium in a rolling bed of sweet grasses and hearty mosses.

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  • a ghostly encounter

    A Ghostly Encounter Perfume Oil

    Misty ambergris accord and hinoki wood with juniper berries, galbanum, and palo santo.

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  • A Girl Knitting Perfume Oil

    Théodore Gérard

    The stage is set for battle! A twist of wool, a rustle of silk, and a hint of cream.

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  • A GLARE OF SKULKING FEROCITY

    A Glare of Skulking Ferocity Perfume Oil

    “I concealed myself in the dark dressing room, that opened upon the poor patient’s room, in which a candle was burning, and watched there till she was fast asleep. I stood at the door, peeping through the small crevice, my sword laid on the table beside me, as my directions prescribed, until, a little after one, I saw a large black object, very ill-defined, crawl, as it seemed to me, over the foot of the bed, and swiftly spread itself up to the poor girl’s throat, where it swelled, in a moment, into a great, palpitating mass.

    “For a few moments I had stood petrified. I now sprang forward, with my sword in my hand. The black creature suddenly contracted towards the foot of the bed, glided over it, and, standing on the floor about a yard below the foot of the bed, with a glare of skulking ferocity and horror fixed on me, I saw Millarca. Speculating I know not what, I struck at her instantly with my sword; but I saw her standing near the door, unscathed. Horrified, I pursued, and struck again. She was gone; and my sword flew to shivers against the door.”

    Scorched oud, bitter resins, black musk, a torn shred of gossamer vanilla, and a clang of metal.

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  • a hailstorm of knitting needles

    A Hailstorm of Knitting Needles Perfume Oil

    At a late period in the evening, after nearly three hours of experiment, Mrs Hayden having risen, and talking at another table while taking refreshment, a child suddenly called out, Will all the spirits who have been here this evening rap together? The words were no sooner uttered than a hailstorm of knitting-needles was heard, crowded into certainly less than two seconds; the big needle sounds of the men, and the little ones of the women and children, being clearly distinguishable, but perfectly disorderly in their arrival.

    – Augustus de Morgan

     

    Polished mahogany and black tea with a clatter of vanilla husk and oak wood.

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  • A Hundred Years Ago Perfume Oil

    Well a hundred years on the eastern shore
    Oh yes, oh
    Oh, a hundred years on the eastern shore
    A hundred years ago

    Well its Bully John from Baltimore
    Well I knew him well on the eastern shore
    Well it’s Bully John’s the boy for me
    He’s a buckle on land and a bully at sea
    Well its been a long time and a very long time
    Well its been a long time since I made this rhyme
    Well my old mother she wrote to me
    Me darling son come home from sea
    Well I thought I heard the first mate cry
    That bleeding top main sheave is dry
    Well I thought I heard the old man say
    Well it’s one more pull and then belay

    Well a hundred years on the eastern shore
    Oh yes, oh
    Oh, a hundred years on the eastern shore
    A hundred years ago

    A woody, sea-crisp scent, sun-blasted and creaking: green vetiver and ocean mist with a blast of elemi, verbena, and wild bergamot.

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  • A vintage-looking photograph of an old-fashioned pen and inkwell with text reading "A Hymn to the Evening"

    A Hymn to the Evening Perfume Oil

    Phillis Wheatley

    Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main
    The pealing thunder shook the heav’nly plain;
    Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr’s wing,
    Exhales the incense of the blooming spring.
    Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes,
    And through the air their mingled music floats.
    Through all the heav’ns what beauteous dies are spread!
    But the west glories in the deepest red:
    So may our breasts with ev’ry virtue glow,
    The living temples of our God below!
    Fill’d with the praise of him who gives the light,
    And draws the sable curtains of the night,
    Let placid slumbers sooth each weary mind,
    At morn to wake more heav’nly, more refin’d;
    So shall the labours of the day begin
    More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin.
    Night’s leaden sceptre seals my drowsy eyes,
    Then cease, my song, till fair Aurora rise.

    A gentle scent for peace, safety, and rest: twilit lavender bud and sweet labdanum, hops, red benzoin, patchouli, Mysore sandalwood, and vanilla bean.

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  • a little silver scimitar

    A Little Silver Scimitar Perfume Oil

    Foamy orris and ambergris accord pierced by a sliver of white fir needle, moonflower, and cypress.

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  • a melancholy of goths

    A Melancholy of Goths Perfume Oil

    Comparing agonies, their amused voices rose and fell like a fluttering veil.


    Clove smoke, champaca incense, plum velvet, and hairspray.

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  • a new leaf

    A New Leaf Perfume Oil

    HAPPY NEW YEAR!

    Let’s all turn over a new leaf –

    and be good

     

    Well, it’s worth a shot at least. Rose petals, gargantuan green leaves, and a splashy, fresh chypre

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  • A Robe All Red With Dripping Gore Perfume Oil

    Blood musk, red amber, honey, and threads of scarlet saffron.

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  • a rousing performance

    A Rousing Performance Perfume Oil

    Cypress needles, Japanese cedar, brown leather accord, maple leaf, and sweet patchouli.

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  • A SNOWY BENCH

    A Snowy Bench Perfume Oil

    Snow-covered bamboo reeds, white pear, plum blossoms, honeyed green tea, and Japanese narcissus.

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  • A Snug Corner Perfume Oil

    S. Sullivan

    A daytime snooze in an inconvenient location: freshly baked bread, culinary herbs, and cinnamon-steamed apples.

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  • Art for A Summer Night by Winslow Homer

    A Summer Night Perfume Oil

    Winslow Homer

    Salt-crusted stones, azure moonlight on pale sand, ambergris clinging to cream linen, driftwood, and rose-tinted sandalwood.

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  • A TIMID TWINKLING GOLDEN STAR
  • A Torch Steeped in Blood Perfume Oil

    Pine pitch and clove-tinged dragon’s blood resin.

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  • a twilight where virtues are vices

    A Twilight Where Virtues are Vice Perfume Oil

    In a twilight where virtues are vices,

    In thy chapels, unknown of the sun,

    To a tune that enthralls and entices,

    They were wed, and the twain were as one.

    For the tune from thine altar hath sounded

    Since God bade the world’s work begin,

    And the fume of thine incense abounded,

    To sweeten the sin.

     

    Honeysuckle, Moroccan jasmine, and opium smoke.

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  • A view from the window

    A View From the Window Perfume Oil

    Nelson Shanks
    Crimson and ash-green velvet, leatherbound books, a scattering of ink-dribbled papers, beeswax, dried flowers, faded pipe smoke, mahogany, and oak suffused with warm beams of golden amber and dusted with pale sandalwood.

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  • A WINTER'S EVENING

    A Winter’s Evening Perfume Oil

    Anders Andersen Lundby

    Frozen white amber.

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  • A Winter’s Scene with Skaters near a Castle

    A Winter’s Scene with Skaters Near a Castle Perfume Oil

    Hendrick Avercamp
    Snow-covered stroopwafels, ice-rimed brown leaves, and a swish of boot leather.

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  • A-Rovin’ Perfume Oil

    In Amsterdam there dwells a maid
    Maid of Amsterdam

    In Amsterdam there dwells a maid
    Mark well what do I say
    In Amsterdam there dwells a maid
    And she is mistress of her trade

    I’ll go no more a-rovin’ with you fair maid
    A-roving, A-roving, since roving’s been my ruin
    I’ll go no more a-roving with you fair maid

    A perfume for mistresses and masters of a very specific trade: sultry red musk, heady jasmine, tobacco leaf, red sandalwood, hay sugar, golden honey, sweet carnations, and warm leather.

    Proceeds from the sale of this scent benefit Decriminalize Sex Work, a national organization pursuing a state-by-state strategy to end the prohibition of consensual adult prostitution in the United States. “We work with local organizations, advocates, and lobbyists to build community support and convince legislators to stop prostitution-related arrests. Evidence shows that decriminalizing sex work will help end human trafficking, improve public health, and promote community safety.”

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    Abe Sapien Perfume Oil

    A soft aquatic musk with kelp and juniper.

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    Abolish ICE Perfume Oil

    You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.
    – Pablo Neruda

    Selections from our general catalog of perfumes may have succumbed to frostbite, but never fear! We haven’t lost our molten core of passion for seeing justice served. Consider this our holiday prayer for a reckoning long overdue: May human decency prevail over the corruption and wickedness that endangers so many of our neighbors, and may our government’s assorted agencies be held accountable for their ongoing assault against the civil liberties of those seeking refuge in our land of bountiful freedoms.

    Proceeds from sales of this perfume will benefit the Refugee and Immigrant Center for Education and Legal Services (RAICES). For more information about their services, please visit https://www.raicestexas.org

    Melt the hoarfrost of this administration’s cruelty with this scent of warmth, safety, and succor: smoked toffee and patchouli with coffee bean, caramelized oudh, clove, and bourbon vanilla.

    Art: Thaw, Laszlo Mednyanszky

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  • absurd suggestive card game

    Absurd Suggestive Card Game 2024 Perfume Oil

    When you need a change of pace from Strip Twister: lemon candies, orange suckers, and strawberry sugar.

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    Adam Perfume Oil

    Adam, our suicidally romantic scoundrel. His scent is a palette of somber colors, melancholy memories, and lupine, savage beauty: black leather, pale sandalwood, ambergris accord, and the memory of a long-lost Victorian fougère. His internal life seems to be reflected in his lair, so his perfume also possesses the scent of the wood of his guitars, the rosin from his violin bow, the musty wool of neglected Oriental carpets, the plastic, metal, and magnetic tape of his reel-to-reel, the dust that permeates everything.

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  • advanced manifestations for members only

    Advanced Manifestations for Members Only Perfume Oil

    Seances for Inquirers are held weekly at 38, Great Russel-street. Inquirers may have Tickets free, on application to the Secretary, with personal recommendations from a Member. Admission to Members and one Friend, 1s. each. Private Seances for advanced manifestations for Members only, by special arrangement. Admission 5s.

    The Spiritualist, 8 February 1878

    A clandestine assembly of elite ghost-seekers: smoky oud, fiery crimson peppercorn, and wild patchouli swirl in a heady haze, unfolding through plush velvet labdanum, lush plum damask, molten beeswax, and a glimmer of cognac spilled over a cracked quartz sphere.

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    Aeronwen Perfume Oil

    Fig, dark myrrh, amber, redwood, nutmeg, tarragon, black musk, and sweet orange.

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    Agnes Nutter Perfume Oil

    The mind of Agnes Nutter was so far adrift in Time that she was considered pretty mad even by the standards of seventeenth-century Lancashire, where mad prophetesses were a growth industry.

    Gunpowder, charred wood, smoke, and rusty nails.

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    Agrat-Bat-Mahlaht Perfume Oil

    Amber, cream accord, white honey, apple blossom, skin musk, caramel, and teak.

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  • AGREEMENT

    Agreement Perfume Oil

    Hans Printz

    Blackened lilac, lavender incense tar, bone sandalwood, labdanum, hemlock accord, and frankincense tears.

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    Agreenex Perfume Oil

    Be the you HE likes. Good to be around, any time, any day.

    A sweet and compliant sugared mint coating sour green apple.

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    Alana Patel Perfume Oil

    Plutonian’s one true love, newswoman Alana Patel broke his heart, and in doing so, helped set in motion the series of events that forever turned the hero into a villain.

    Faded perfume, cigarette smoke, and gin.

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    Alice, The Reaper of Cruelty Perfume Oil

    Bourbon geranium emboldened by the rich scent of aged patchouli, the sweetness of peach, raspberry leaf, and bourbon vanilla, surrounded by a butterfly swarm of spicy carnation and Italian bergamot.

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  • Alien/Siren Perfume Oil

    “Women are defined from the outside, in terms of how they seem to men, rather than from the inside, as thinking, feeling subjects. They are not fellow people, not even a different or worse variety of person, but simply the opposite of men, and hence, the opposite of human.

    Which leads to the question of how you can have sex with something that isn’t human. In many myths, heterosexuality is portrayed as a kind of legalized bestiality, and attractive women are alluring, predatory, half-human monsters: fairy wives, snake-women, others whose beauty is a thin veneer over their dangerous and alien psyches.”

    A sebaceous, slick reptilian perfume: green and black vegetal musks, kelp, sea salt, blackened opoponax, violet leaf, Siamese red benzoin, davana, squid ink, and ambergris accord.

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    Alisz Perfume Oil

    Spun sugar, frankincense, white rose, mallow root, red currant, and vanilla mint.

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  • all hallows oud

    All Hallows Oud Perfume Oil

    Black oud spookied up with pumpkin puree, amaretto, scorched caramel, almond paste, cacao nibs, and honey.

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  • ALL OF THEIR HEADS

    All of Their Heads Fell Off Perfume Oil

    So there’s a guy living in a little place that’s in the desert

    And then there’s many, many, many, many, many different bodies

    And then all of them, all of their heads fall off

    all of their heads fall off

    all of their heads fall off

     

    And then, they start going to his house and tearing open the windows and breaking the house and eating the guy.

     

    Oozing cactus flesh, creosote, dusty boards, and gruesome globs of blood musk.

     

    Original story by A.S.H. 

     

    Art by John Herndon

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  • All Souls’ Day (Hedwig Cemetery)

    All Souls’ Day (Hedwig Cemetery) Perfume Oil

    Franz Skarbina
    Ancient cypresses surrounding clusters of purple hyacinth, fallen leaves, and crosses crafted from white roses. A splash of rosewater, an immortelle hung on a tear-streaked marble tomb, nightshade berries, smoked lilac, warm beeswax, and a snuffed candle.

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  • all worlds are in motion

    All Worlds are in Motion Perfume Oil

    Electricity, which is an atmospheric emanation from God, and which is moved by his will, is that substance out of which all worlds and their splendid appendages were made. Hence, it will be perceived, that electricity contains all the original properties of all the various substances in being. All the varieties of the universe around us – all the beauties and glories of creation upon which we look with so many thrilling emotions of delight, were produced from electricity, which is the inexhaustible fountain of primal matter. By the living energies of the Divine Mind, electricity was condensed into globes ; not instantly, but gradually. The heaviest particle took the lowest point, or common centre, of our globe, and so on, step by step, lighter and lighter, till we reach the surface, which is a regular mould. On this we find water, a substance still lighter than earth ; next air, which is lighter than water, and so on till we reach the sun, which is the highest point in relation to our system, because it is the common centre. The sun is, therefore, pure electricity. Hence, the twenty-nine globes, belonging to our system, are electrically, geologically, and magnetically made. They are but twenty-nine magnets revolving around our sun as a centre. The sun being pure electricity or primal matter, is but an emanation from the Deity. It is consequently in a positive state. Hence, electricity is continually passing from the sun, as a common centre to the twenty-nine surrounding worlds : on the same principle that it passes from a positive to a negative cloud. Having done its duty in giving light, heat, and vegetation, as well as magnetic power to the globes, it is returned by reaction to the sun, and these two motions from the vertices that roll worlds around him. It is impossible that there can be any inherent attraction or repulsion in matter. Attraction and repulsion are but different dispositions of electricity. The best magnets are now made for the galvanic battery. Hence, electricity, galvanism and magnetism, are but in substance one and the same fluid, and the Eternal Mind, so that all the powers of attraction and repulsion originated in Deity. His will comes in contact with electricity, and through that subtle agent he moves the whole immeasurable universe in accordance with nature’s law.

    All worlds are in motion. They roll rapid as the lightning’s blaze, and in the most apparent confusion ; yet all is calm, regular, and harmonious. God is, therefore, connected with his universe, and superintends all its multifarious operations. Tho’ he is thus intimately united with inert matter, yet is he distinct from the whole.

    Thou apart,
    Above, beyond ; O tell me, mighty Mind,
    Where art thou? Shall I dive into the deep:
    Call to the sun? or ask the roaring winds
    For their Creator! Shall I question loud
    The thunder, if in that the Almighty dwells!
    Or holds he furious storms in straitened reins,
    And bids fierce whirlwinds wheel his rapid car!

    The Pittsburgh Post, 9 August 1847

     

    The divine spark from which all things emanate; the perfume of the profound, unseen forces that connect us to the cosmos: the cold brilliance of metallic aldehydes, lemon pith, ambergris accord, and white lavender tethered to terrestrial patchouli, violet leaf, and a mineralic musk.

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    All-Father Perfume Oil

    Wednesday guided his wolf—now a huge and charcoal-gray beast with green eyes—over to Shadow. Shadow’s mount caracoled away from it, and Shadow stroked its neck and told it not to be afraid. Its tiger tail swished, aggressively. It occurred to Shadow that there was another wolf, a twin to the one that Wednesday was riding, keeping pace with them in the sand dunes, just a moment out of sight.

    “Do you know me, Shadow?” said Wednesday. He rode his wolf with his head high. His right eye glittered and flashed, his left eye was dull. He wore a cloak with a deep, monklike cowl, and his face stared out from the shadows. “I told you I would tell you my names. This is what they call me. I am called Glad-of-War, Grim, Raider, and Third. I am One-Eyed. I am called Highest, and True-Guesser. I am Grimnir, and I am the Hooded One. I am All-Father, and I am Gondlir Wand-Bearer. I have as many names as there are winds, as many titles as there are ways to die. My ravens are Huginn and Muninn, Thought and Memory; my wolves are Freki and Geri; my horse is the gallows.” Two ghostly-gray ravens, like transparent skins of birds, landed on Wednesday’s shoulders, pushed their beaks into the side of Wednesday’s head as if tasting his mind, and flapped out into the world once more.

    Oak leaves and ash, honey mead, wolf musk, a flutter of black feathers, and bronze fennel.

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    Allure Nail Polish

    A sky blue creme, touched with a strange hope, and given depth by an inexplicable, profound sorrow.

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  • Altarpiece – No 1 – Group X Perfume Oil

    Altarpiece – No 1 – Group X. Hilma af Klint 1907
    “I was privileged to visit the ‘Hilma af Klint: Paintings for the Future’ exhibit when it was at the Guggenheim in 2019. The scale and scope of some of these visionary works were of such a breathtaking nature that I grew faint and strange; I thought (hoped, even!) I might be experiencing an art attack, a psychosomatic episode, a soupçon of Stendahl Syndrome. What made the afternoon complete was when my boyfriend’s mother wandered into the Mapplethorpe exhibit and was a bit scandalized. not having any familiarity or context before doing so. All kinds of feels on this day!”

    A prism of sacred frankincense refracting a golden amber light into a spectrum of daemonorops draco, King mandarin, golden oud, verdant moss, blue tansy, indigo vegetal musk, and wild plum.

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    Alviss Perfume Oil

    The peculiar-looking man was of average height, but of an odd shape: Shadow had heard of men who were barrel-chested before, but had no image to accompany the metaphor. This man was barrel-chested, and he had legs like, yes, like tree trunks, and hands like, exactly, ham hocks. He wore a black parka with a hood, several sweaters, thick dungarees, and, incongruously, in the winter and with those clothes, a pair of white tennis shoes, which were the same size and shape as shoeboxes. His fingers resembled sausages, with flat, squared-off fingertips.

    “That’s some hum you got,” said Shadow from the driver’s seat.

    “Sorry,” said the peculiar young man, in a deep, deep voice, embarrassed. He stopped humming.

    “No, I enjoyed it,” said Shadow. “Don’t stop.”

    The peculiar young man hesitated, then commenced to hum once more, his voice as deep and reverberant as before. This time there were words interspersed in the humming. “Down down down,” he sang, so deeply that the windows rattled. “Down down down, down down, down down.”

    Thick, tangled, and strong: ash and oak, elm and pine, reaching down, down, and deeper down into earth.

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    America’s New Gods Nail Polish

    A gleaming holographic obscuring an earth-brown base.

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    America’s New Gods Perfume Oil

    “Now, as all of you will have had reason aplenty to discover for yourselves, there are new gods growing in America, clinging to growing knots of belief: gods of credit card and freeway, of Internet and telephone, of radio and hospital and television, gods of plastic and of beeper and of neon. Proud gods, fat and foolish creatures, puffed up with their own newness and importance.”

    Scorched wires, silicone, tar, chlorine, wax, rubber, and exhaust.

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  • AN ANGEL LEADING A SOUL INTO HELL

    An Angel Leading a Soul Into Hell Perfume Oil

    Hieronymous Bosch

    A tarterian conflagration of red musk, mimosa, scorched leather, Halfeti rose, and king mandarin aflame with red pepper, daemonorops draco, red amber, patchouli ash, pimento berry, cardamom, and tobacco.

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  • autumn stroll for a pumpkin man

    An Autumn Stroll for a Pumpkin Man Perfume Oil

    It had cost so much to come this far; there was no turning back now.


    Russet dried maple leaves crunching around a jack o’lantern splashed with bay rum, curling with cigar smoke.

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    An Ineffable Game Perfume Oil

    God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players,* to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won’t tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.

    An ineffable smell: pitch-black vetiver with a strange, sheer patchouli, orange blossom, and fig leaf.

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  • an onnagata and his lover

    An Onnagata and His Lover Perfume Oil

    Beeswax, rice powder, white amber, and cherry blossom chypre.

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    Anathema Device Perfume Oil

    She was a bright child, with a pale face, and black eyes and hair. As a rule she tended to make people feel uncomfortable, a family trait she had inherited, along with being more psychic than was good for her, from her great-great-great-great-great grandmother.

    She was precocious, and self-possessed. The only thing about Anathema her teachers ever had the nerve to upbraid her for was her spelling, which was not so much appalling as 300 years too late.

    White sandalwood, blackcurrant, bourbon vanilla, and warm amber.

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  • And Though They Are With You Yet They Belong Not To You Perfume Oil

    And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.
    And he said:
    Your children are not your children.
    They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
    They come through you but not from you,
    And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

    A gentle vanilla sandalwood blend, serene but mighty.

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    Anesthesia Perfume Oil

    ‘Ratty!’ said the girl in something between a squeak and a horrified swallow. She had a large, water-stained red button pinned to her ragged clothes, the kind that comes attached to birthday cards. It said, in yellow letters, I AM 11.

    A scent that slips through the cracks: peppermint, lavender, bergamot, and mandrake.

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  • ANGEL WITH FLAMING SWORD

    Angel With Flaming Sword Perfume Oil

    Edwin Howland Blashfield

    Red musk, black rose, amber, Siamese benzoin, honey musk, mimosa absolute, frankincense, red peppercorn, and choya ral.

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  • Art for ANIMALS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA by Odilon Redon

    Animals at the Bottom of the Sea Perfume Oil

    Odilon Redon

    It sure is weird down in Piscesland. Yellow currant, coconut water, carrot shavings, pineapple pulp, queen mandarin rind, and overripe cranberries all dunked in a bubbling and blooping deep blue musk.

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    Annales Veteris et Novi Testamenti Perfume Oil

    Archbishop James Usher (1580–1656) published Annales Veteris et Novi Testamenti in 1654, which suggested that the Heaven and the Earth were created in 4004 B.C. One of his aides took the calculation further, and was able to announce triumphantly that the Earth was created on Sunday the 21st of October, 4004 B.C., at exactly 9:00 A.M., because God liked to get work done early in the morning while he was feeling fresh.

    This too was incorrect. By almost a quarter of an hour.

    The whole business with the fossilized dinosaur skeletons was a joke the paleontologists haven’t seen yet.

    Fossilized amber, dusty white sandalwood, galbanum, balsam of Peru, and brown oakmoss.

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    Anteros Perfume Oil

    When he is with the lover, both cease from their pain, but when he is away then he longs as he is longed for, and has love’s image, Anteros lodging in his breast, which he calls and believes to be not love but friendship only, and his desire is as the desire of the other, but weaker; he wants to see him, touch him, kiss him, embrace him, and probably not long afterwards his desire is accomplished.

    The God of Love Returned and avenger of unrequited love, Anteros is Eros’ brother – one of the Twin Cupids – and was given to Eros by his mother, for without reciprocal affection, love will wither. He wields lead arrows and a hammer of gold, and he wields his weapons to inspire mutual ardor and smite those who spurn love. His scent pierces the heart with glimmering shards of rapture and the sweet ache of passion: throbbing red musk and shimmering chypre with saffron, sweet patchouli, Italian bergamot, red currant, and vanilla bean.

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    Antifa Commie Socialist Librul Badge Pack

    Get all seven ridiculous pins for $19!

     

    1.5″ badge

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    Antonino, the Carny Talker Perfume Oil

    As you approach an enormous patchwork tent, a curious sound catches your attention: the rattle of bones and the tinkling of tiny bells heralds the arrival of a gaunt and ghastly creature. An animated skeleton dressed in a jester’s motley saunters towards the front of the tent, waving an orange and black striped cane at the crowd in an effort to clear a path. The jester makes his way past the fog-shrouded, faded, colossal posters that adorn the tent to a platform in front of the massive tent’s entrance. His ivory smile frozen in a gleeful rictus grin, he steps up onto the platform, taps the cane three times, and the jester costume vanishes. Suddenly dark eyes appear in the empty sockets, bones are wrapped in muscle, sinew grows over the bones, blood fills rapidly appearing veins. Before your eyes, the skeletal jester has become a dapper, handsome man, dressed in black and orange, with a skull-ornamented straw hat tilted jauntily upon his shining black hair.

    His smile is slick and conspiratorial. With a flourish and arcing wave of his cane, he booms:

    “Step right up, ladies and gentlemen! This is Carnaval Diabolique’s notorious 13-In-1: the finest freak show in all the Hells! What marvels await you, you ask? Simply the strangest and most fantastic creatures, human and inhuman, gathered for your entertainment, enlightenment and erudition!”

    With the cane, he gestures at the gigantic posters that adorn the tent. The images, once hazy, suddenly come into focus.

    “From the depths of the Black Forest: Arachnina, the Spider Girl! From the rain-swept streets of London: Hope and Faith, the Siamese Twins! From ruins of old Aquae Sextia: Wulric, the Wolf Man!

    “Thalassa, the Galapagos Mermaid! A vision of life-in-death, Eshe!

    “All in all, THIRTEEN anatomical curiosities, miracles of genetics, magick and science, masters of marvels, ALIVE ON THE INSIDE!”

    White musk, wild plum, vetiver, black coconut, verbena, fig, and lavender.

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  • Apostrophe of Time Perfume Oil

    O fleeting Time! whence art thou come?
    And whither do thy footsteps tend?
    Deep in the past where was thy home,
    And where thy future journey’s end?

    Thou art from vast eternity,
    And unto boundless regions found;
    But what and where’s infinity?
    And what know we of space unbound?

    The furrowed brow betokens age;
    But who thy centuries can tell?
    Was ancient seer or learned sage
    In wisdom’s lore e’er versed so well?

    Hast thou from childhood wandered thus,
    Companionless and lone, through space,
    With mystery o’er thy exodus,
    And darkness ’round thy resting place.

    What lengthened years have come and gone,
    Since thou thy tireless march began,
    Since Luna’s children sang at dawn,
    The wonders of creation’s plan?

    How many years of gloom and night
    Had passed, long ere yon king of day
    Had reigned his fiery steeds of light,
    And sped them on their shining way?

    Thou knowest — Thou alone, O thou!
    Omniscient and eternal Three!
    To whose broad eye all time is now —
    The past, with all eternity;

    In whose dread presence I shall stand,
    When time shall sink to rise no more,
    In that broad sea of thy command,
    Whose waves roll on, without a shore.

    – James Madison Bell

    The overwhelming incalculability of space, the glow and fade of countless days, the starry expanse of night. A scent that reaches into eternity and towards forever: glittering bergamot, lemon peel, and golden amber, star-flecked labdanum, neroli, and clary sage.

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  • Apple Cider Donuts

    Apple Cider Donuts Perfume Oil

    The secret to this treat is the apple cider reduction infused in the dough. What you dunk it in is up to you!


    (Please do not dunk your nether bits or any other sensitive body parts into this oil.)

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  • apple tree i

    Apple Tree I Perfume Oil

    Gustav Klimt

    Sun-warmed ripe red apples and a smattering of wildflowers.

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  • apple vulva

    Apple Vulva Hair Gloss

    Ripe golden apples, white honey, and lotus cream.

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  • Applejack Cider

    Applejack Cider Perfume Oil

    A one-two punch from mother Malus pumila: a steaming dipperful of expertly-spiced cider that’s been slapped with a generous splash of aged apple brandy. Remember, if it’s boiled, it’s spoiled!

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  • Aquarius Locket

    The Zodiac lockets have returned! Exquisite, elegant, and exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.

    These are heavy lockets, thick with silver, and are perfect for use as a perfume oil conduit. Dab your favorite Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab concoction onto muslin, velvet or cotton, and place the swatch inside the locket. Your body will warm the silver, and the locket will exude pure, unadulterated scent.

    The Zodiac lockets are hand cast 925 sterling silver that has been partially gold washed using a method popularized in the 19th century, and each is adorned with at least one stone corresponding to the sign the locket represents. Each locket’s bale sports one of the BPAL logos: the alchemical symbol for brimstone. Portions of the face of the lockets have been deliberately tarnished. They measure approximately 1.25″ in diameter. These lockets are heavy.
    They are not fragile, filigreed pieces; they are durable, extremely weighty with silver, and are suitable for your most adventurous airship excursions.

    These lockets are exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, and were created by and for Black Phoenix. They cannot be found anywhere else in all of Heaven and Earth.

    Each piece is hand cast.

    Our lockets come with a 24″ nickel-plated iron chain.

    The Zodiac lockets were designed by Alicia Dabney of Elements and Artifacts.

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  • Arachne of Lydia Perfume Oil

    Rukh was standing before a cage that contained nothing but a small brown spider weaving a modest web across the bars. “Arachne of Lydia,” he told the crowd. “Guaranteed the greatest weaver in the world – her fate’s the proof of it. She had the bad luck to defeat the goddess Athena in a weaving contest. Athena was a sore loser, and Arachne is now a spider, creating only for Mommy Fortuna’s Midnight Carnival, by special arrangement. Warp of snow and woof of flame, and never any two the same. Arachne.”

    Strung on the loom of iron bars, the web was very simple and almost colorless, except for an occasional rainbow shiver when the spider scuttled out on it to put a thread right. But it drew the onlookers’ eyes – and the unicorn’s eyes as well – back and forth and steadily deeper, until they seemed to be looking down into great rifts in the world, black fissures that widened remorselessly and yet would not fall into pieces as long as Arachne’s web held the world together. The unicorn shook herself free with a sigh, and saw the real web again. It was very simple, and almost colorless.

    “It isn’t like the others,” she said. “No,” Schmendrick agreed grudgingly. “But there’s no credit due to Mommy Fortuna for that. You see, the spider believes. She sees those cat’s-cradles herself and thinks them her own work. Belief makes all the difference to magic like Mommy Fortuna’s. Why, if that troop of witlings withdrew their wonder, there’d be nothing left of all her witchery but the sound of a spider weeping. And no one would hear it.”

    Soft brown and Tyrian purple: dusty clove and blackcurrant.

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    Arachnina, The Spider Girl Perfume Oil

    You move towards the first stage on your right, and as you walk, you feel something brush across your cheek. Something about the softness of the phantom caress makes your skin crawl, and you flinch involuntarily. At that moment, the Spider Girl strides haughtily onto the platform, her stiletto heels clicking a strange staccato as she walks. Her body is wrapped in skin-tight strips of black PVC, and the gleaming vinyl glistens in stark contrast to the alabaster skin on her six pale, white arms. She gestures to the rafters above with a graceful flick of her blood-red nails. In dread, your eyes are drawn skyward: above her, in a gossamer snare, web-shrouded bodies twist and struggle.

    A swirling, hypnotic perfume of black currant, poppy, red and black musk, lilies, nicotiana, tobacco tar, and patchouli.

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  • Argento Sunrise Perfume Oil

    A poem for the vital and visceral shadow self.

     

    A pulsating, vibrant blend of king mandarin, lemon peel, and tangerine splashed into a smear of red musk and chianti.

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  • Aries Locket

    The Zodiac lockets have returned! Exquisite, elegant, and exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.

    These are heavy lockets, thick with silver, and are perfect for use as a perfume oil conduit. Dab your favorite Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab concoction onto muslin, velvet or cotton, and place the swatch inside the locket. Your body will warm the silver, and the locket will exude pure, unadulterated scent.

    The Zodiac lockets are hand cast 925 sterling silver that has been partially gold washed using a method popularized in the 19th century, and each is adorned with at least one stone corresponding to the sign the locket represents. Each locket’s bale sports one of the BPAL logos: the alchemical symbol for brimstone. Portions of the face of the lockets have been deliberately tarnished. They measure approximately 1.25″ in diameter. These lockets are heavy.
    They are not fragile, filigreed pieces; they are durable, extremely weighty with silver, and are suitable for your most adventurous airship excursions.

    These lockets are exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, and were created by and for Black Phoenix. They cannot be found anywhere else in all of Heaven and Earth.

    Each piece is hand cast.

    Our lockets come with a 24″ nickel-plated iron chain.

    The Zodiac lockets were designed by Alicia Dabney of Elements and Artifacts.

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    Ashlultum Perfume Oil

    Babylonian musk, vanilla tea, tonka, tobacco, coconut, hyssop, and lilac.

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    Ask the Nearest Hippie Perfume Oil

    Obergefell vs Hodges

    Who ever thought that intimacy and spirituality [whatever that means] were freedoms? And if intimacy is, one would think Freedom of Intimacy is abridged rather than expanded by marriage. Ask the nearest hippie.

    An olfactory guide, created to assist you in locating nearby hippies: patchouli, hemp, smoky vanilla bean, and cannabis accord.

    (No, there is no actual weed in this perfume, silly.)

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  • Asleep in the Deep Perfume Oil

    Many brave hearts are asleep in the deep so beware! Beware!
    What of the storm when the night is o’er? There is no trace or sign!
    Save where the wreckage hath strewn the shore, peaceful the sun doth shine.
    But when the wild raging storm did cease, under the billows two hearts found peace.
    No more to part, no more of pain, the bell may now toll its warning in vain.

    Loudly the bell in the old tower rings
    Biding us list to the warning it brings.
    Sailor take care! Sailor take care!
    Danger is near thee, beware! Beware!
    Beware! Beware!

    A hymn to all who sleep beneath the waves. Sailor beware! A lightless abyss of black plum, sea salt, opium tar accord, labdanum, and indigo benzoin.

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    Asp Viper Perfume Oil

    Snake Oil with King mandarin, myrrh, and almond.

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  • At Dusk (Boston Common at Twilight) Perfume Oil

    Childe Hassam

    Frosted almond blossom with balsam, russet amber, elm wood, and birdseed.

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  • At the First Touch of Winter, Summer Fades Away Perfume Oil

    Valentine Cameron Prinsep


    Summer’s last blooms encased in frost: chilled dahlias, marigolds, wild roses and ranunculus strewn across icy grasses.

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    Australian Copperhead Perfume Oil

    Snake Oil with acai berry, amber, cardamom, white sandalwood, neroli, and smoked vanilla.

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    Ava Perfume Oil

    It’s always a bit weird with family. A scant two-hundred years old, there doesn’t seem to be anything that roots Ava to her past. Her scent is utterly contemporary, and, like her personality, it is impulsive, capricious, and dangerous. Voluptuous and brittle, lovely and toxic:  sheer vanilla musk with tuberose, red mandarin, and the sweet poison of white almond.

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    Avenger Perfume Oil

    Inspired by the character CHRISTINE SPAR.
    A fashionable and fiery journalist who adopts the Grendel persona to avenge the death of her only child and is consumed by the dark identity.

    Plush vanilla bourbon and rum accord with pink pepper, patchouli, clove, pikaki, golden amber, caraway, tuberose, and jacarandá-da-bahia.

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    Aziraphale Perfume Oil

    Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide. Two of these were wrong; Heaven is not England, whatever certain poets may have thought, and angels are sexless unless they really want to make an effort.

    Ethereal musk, blonde woods, and dusty Bible accord.

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    Baba Yaga Perfume Oil

    Then suddenly the wood became full of a terrible noise; the trees began to groan, the branches to creak and the dry leaves to rustle, and the Baba Yaga came flying from the forest. She was riding in a great iron mortar and driving it with the pestle, and as she came she swept away her trail behind her with a kitchen broom.

    Spell-soaked herbs and flowers, cold iron, broom twigs, bundles of moss and patchouli root, and moth dust.

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  • BANANA GINGERBREAD

    Banana Gingerbread Perfume Oil

    Making banana perfumes makes me laugh.

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    Banana Peel in a Graveyard Perfume Oil

    “We can put the food here,” said Silas. “It’s cool, and the food will keep longer.” He reached into the box, pulled out a banana.

    “And what would that be when it was at home?” asked Mrs Owens, eyeing the yellow and brown object suspiciously.

    “It’s a banana. A fruit, from the tropics. I believe you peel off the outer covering,” said Silas, “Like so.”

    The child – Nobody – wriggled in Mrs Owens arms, and she let it down to the flagstones. It toddled rapidly to Silas, grasped his trouser-leg and held on.

    Silas passed it the banana.

    Mrs Owens watched the boy eat. “Ba-na-na,” she said, dubiously. “Never heard of them. Never. What’s it taste like?”

    “I’ve absolutely no idea,” said Silas, who consumed only one food, and it was not bananas. “You could make up a bed in here for the boy, you know.”

    A banana peel discarded among tombstones and crypts.

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    Banded Sea Snake Perfume Oil

    Snake Oil with oakmoss, sea moss, white moss, and olive leaf.

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    Banyan Nail Polish

    Kelly green linear holographic filled with holo microflake and sparks of blue and green.

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    Bast Perfume Oil

    There was a girl. He had met her somewhere, and now they were walking across a bridge. It spanned a small lake, in the middle of a town. The wind was ruffling the surface of the lake, making waves tipped with whitecaps, which seemed to Shadow to be tiny hands reaching for him.

    — Down there, said the woman. She was wearing a leopard-print skirt, which flapped and tossed in the wind, and the flesh between the top of her stockings and her skirt was creamy and soft and in his dream, on the bridge, before God and the world, Shadow went down to his knees in front of her, burying his head in her crotch, drinking in the intoxicating jungle female scent of her. He became aware, in his dream, of his erection in real life, a rigid, pounding, monstrous thing as painful in its hardness as the erections he’d had as a boy, when he was crashing into puberty.

    He pulled away and looked upward, and still he could not see her face. But his mouth was seeking hers and her lips were soft against his, and his hands were cupping her breasts, and then they were running across the satin smoothness of her skin, pushing into and parting the furs that hid her waist, sliding into the wonderful cleft of her, which warmed and wetted and parted for him, opening to his hand like a flower.

    The woman purred against him ecstatically, her hand moving down to the hardness of him and squeezing it. He pushed the bedsheets away and rolled on top of her, his hand parting her thighs, her hand guiding him between her legs, where one thrust, one magical push . . .

    Now he was back in his old prison cell with her, and he was kissing her deeply. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, clamped her legs about his legs to hold him tight, so he could not pull out, not even if he wanted to.

    Never had he kissed lips so soft. He had not known that there were lips so soft in the whole world. Her tongue, though, was sandpaper-rough as it slipped against his.

    —Who are you? he asked.

    She made no answer, just pushed him onto his back and, in one lithe movement, straddled him and began to ride him. No, not to ride him: to insinuate herself against him in series of silken-smooth waves, each more powerful than the one before, strokes and beats and rhythms that crashed against his mind and his body just as the wind-waves on the lake splashed against the shore. Her nails were needle-sharp and they pierced his sides, raking them, but he felt no pain, only pleasure, everything was transmuted by some alchemy into moments of utter pleasure.

    He struggled to find himself, struggled to talk, his head now filled with sand dunes and desert winds.

    —Who are you? he asked again, gasping for the words.

    She stared at him with eyes the color of dark amber, then lowered her mouth to his and kissed him with a passion, kissed him so completely and so deeply that there, on the bridge over the lake, in his prison cell, in the bed in the Cairo funeral home, he almost came. He rode the sensation like a kite riding a hurricane, willing it not to crest, not to explode, wanting it never to end.

    A desert wind alight with myrrh and golden amber, cardamom and honey, bourbon vanilla and cacao.

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  • batty cathedral

    Batty Cathedral Perfume Oil

    Leathery wings flapping through billows of incense smoke.

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    Batty Hunger Perfume Oil

    Black narcissus, orange blossoms, vanilla bourbon, red leather, and red musk.

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    Batty Lace Perfume Oil

    A leathered up, musky interpretation of BPAL’s Antique Lace: dry flowers, aged linens, and the faint breath of long-faded perfumes with well-worn leather and caramel musk.

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    Batty Maiden Perfume Oil

    White tea, black carnation, Damask rose, indigo musk, and leather.

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  • batty perversion

    Batty Perversion Perfume Oil

    Spiced rum, tobacco absolute and leather, caramelized tonka, chardonnay, and black musk.

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  • batty snake oil

    Batty Snake Oil Perfume Oil

    Deep, rich, earthy notes swirled with vegetal musks, sugared vanilla bean, brown leather, and dark spices.

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    Bawd Perfume Oil

    Pray you, without any more virginal fencing, will
    You use him kindly? He will line your apron with
    Gold.

    Raucous red velvet musk, sweet patchouli, billowing peony, bourbon vanilla, and a cascade of red rose petals.

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  • bear prince

    Bear Prince Perfume Oil

    Shaggy fur, snow-flecked and rose-touched.

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  • Bearded Dragon

    Bearded Dragon Perfume Oil

    Taking things a bit literally. Dragon’s blood resin, ambrette seed, brown musk, coffee bean, caramelized vanilla husk, and cardamom.

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  • beatific dragon

    Beatific Dragon Perfume Oil

    A sainted sliver of dragon’s breath: dragon’s blood resin, vanilla silk, angelica seed, mimosa, orris root, pink grapefruit, and angelic amber musk.

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    Beauty, The Aggrieved Perfume Oil

    A white rose draped by a delicate, pale, sheer veil of vanilla, the depth and darkness of her black lace embodied by tobacco absolute, Indonesian patchouli, Bulgarian oakmoss, frankincense, white sandalwood, and myrrh.

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  • beaver moon

    Beaver Moon 2023 Perfume Oil

    Beeving it up this year with matcha tea cheesecake.

     

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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    Beaver Moon 2024 Perfume Oil

    A slightly more sinister take on our usual Beaver Moon offerings: black cherry and

    blackberry cheesecake with a smear of chocolate brandy sauce.

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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    Becoming Thunder Nail Polish

    A tawny gold holographic that shifts from bronze to green and back again.

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    Becoming Thunder Perfume Oil

    “You got to understand the god thing. It’s not magic. It’s about being you, but the you that people believe in. It’s about being the concentrated, magnified, essence of you. It’s about becoming thunder, or the power of a running horse, or wisdom. You take all the belief and become bigger, cooler, more than human. You crystallize.”

    This is the scent of the absolute: this is the perfected manifestation of the absolute essence of not who you are, but what you represent to others. This is You as Symbol, your spirit separated and combined, distilled and condensed into one archetype. Skin musk and 20-year aged frankincense, a sprig of asphodel, a splash of soma, a lightning-streak of sharp ozone, and a stream of ambrosia.

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    Beelzebub Perfume Oil

    A figure rose from the churning ground in the manner of the demon king in a pantomime, but if this one was ever in a pantomime, it was one where no one walked out alive and they had to get a priest to burn the place down afterwards. It was not greatly different to the other figure, except that its flames were blood-red.

    Black, red, and white pepper buzzing through a brimstone-suffused bloody clove musk.

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    Beer from the Marsh Woman’s Brewery Perfume Oil

    In the kitchen were frogs roasting on the spit, and dishes preparing of snail skins, with children’s fingers in them, salad of mushroom seed, hemlock, noses and marrow of mice, beer from the marsh woman’s brewery, and sparkling salt-petre wine from the grave cellars.

    A beer flavored with marsh arrow grass, yew berries, purple foxglove, and giant hogweed.

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    Behind the Veils Perfume Oil

    Blood-red light cascades through languorous folds of sheer cloth. Hell-bright embers breathe into the gloom as billowing ribbons of thick, dark incense wrap their tendrils of smoke around your body like the curious hands of a lover.

    Heady red musk, myrrh and honey, drops of cinnamon and crushed cardamom pod, the taste of opium-laced black wine, sweet oudh, and threads of saffron.

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    Believe Perfume Oil

    Shadow was in a dark place, and the thing staring at him wore a buffalo’s head, rank and furry with huge wet eyes. Its body was a man’s body, oiled and slick.

    “Changes are coming,” said the buffalo without moving its lips. “There are certain decisions that will have to be made.”

     Firelight flickered from wet cave walls.

    “Where am I?” Shadow asked.

    “In the earth and under the earth,” said the buffalo man. “You are where the forgotten wait.” His eyes were liquid black marbles, and his voice was a rumble from beneath the world. He smelled like wet cow. “Believe,” said the rumbling voice. “If you are to survive, you must believe.”

    “Believe what?” asked Shadow. “What should I believe?”

    He stared at Shadow, the buffalo man, and he drew himself up huge, and his eyes filled with fire. He opened his spit-flecked buffalo mouth and it was red inside with the flames that burned inside him, under the earth.

    “Everything,” roared the buffalo man.

     

    A scent of compression and release, of heat and faith, of plunging through the jet-shadowed darkness of uncertainty. The heart of the land: roots plunging ever deeper into thrumming black soil through the graves of faith, disillusion, and skepticism.

     

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  • BERGAMOT, HIMALAYAN CEDAR, AND LEMON PEEL
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    Bette Noir Perfume Oil

    The Paradigm’s martial artist and weapons master, Bette carries a grim secret—that she alone knows Plutonian’s one true vulnerability.

    Benzoin, wild plum, smoky amber, bergamot, orange blossom, myrrh, and dark berries.

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    Big Bertha’s Big Molasses Muffins Perfume Oil

    There’s no muffin like BIG BERTHA’S. Molasses and orange make these muffins sweet, indulgent, and a little spicy, just like your grandma.

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    Bilquis Nail Polish

    Vivid purple base with strong shifting purple-to-red shimmer.

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    Bilquis Perfume Oil

    The Queen of Sheba, half-demon, they said, on her father’s side, witch woman, wise woman, and queen, who ruled Sheba when Sheba was the richest land there ever was, when its spices and its gems and scented woods were taken by boat and camel-back to the corners of the earth, who was worshipped even when she was alive, worshipped as a living goddess by the wisest of kings, stands on the sidewalk of Sunset Boulevard at 2:00 A.M. staring blankly out at traffic like a slutty plastic bride on a black-and-neon wedding cake. She stands as if she owns the sidewalk and the night that surrounds her.

    Honey, myrrh, lily of the valley, rose otto, fig leaf, almond, ambrette, red apple, and warm musk.

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  • Black and White Cookie

    Black and White Cookie Perfume Oil

    Whatever your preferred term for this eye-catching bodega snack, its iconic design undeniably lingers in the backdrop of core New York memories. A simple, jumbo-sized treat, it unifies by transcending differences to mostly taste all like one thing!

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    Black Annis Nail Polish

    Crème
    The darkest point of nighttime; an ink-black terror.

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    Black Cat With Tomato Plants Perfume Oil

    Takahashi Shōtei
    Tomato fruit and leaf, a skritch of soil, spicy geranium petals, orange blossom, marigold, and sultry musk.

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  • BLACK CHERRY SUFGANIYOT

    Black Cherry Sufganiyot Perfume Oil

    Sugar-dusted and overflowing with Luxardo maraschino cherries and a hint of blackberry.

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    Black Hats Perfume Oil

    “So who were the guys that grabbed me in the parking lot? Mister Wood and Mister Stone? Who were they?” The lights of the car illuminated the winter landscape. Wednesday had announced that they were not to take freeways because he didn’t know whose side the freeways were on, so Shadow was sticking to back roads. He didn’t mind. He wasn’t even sure that Wednesday was crazy.

    Wednesday grunted. “Just spooks. Members of the opposition. Black hats.”

    “I think,” said Shadow, “that they think they’re the white hats.”

    “Of course they do. There’s never been a true war that wasn’t fought between two sets of people who were certain they were in the right. The really dangerous people believe that they are doing whatever they are doing solely and only because it is without question the right thing to do. And that is what makes them dangerous.”

    “And you?” asked Shadow. “Why are you doing what you’re doing?”

    “Because I want to,” said Wednesday. And then he grinned. “So that’s all right.”

     

    Gunpowder residue, patent leather, pomade, and aftershave.

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    Black Haüs Perfume Oil

    Shades drift through a crumbling manor. Fragrant winds chill the lifeless rooms. A skittering in the darkness.

    Overgrown ivy creeping through a neglected lavender patch, a whiff of long-forgotten cologne, indigo oudh, mahogany, and teakwood, ti leaf, ectoplasmic musk, and aged leather.

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  • Black Ice Sleeper Perfume Oil

    The conservation of emotional energy and deep magic to survive the most forbidding winters.

     

    Bittersweet apples encased in ice.

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    Black Julbocken Alchemy Lab Perfume Oil

    Our winter mascot! A musky, snow-touched, forest-deep Yuletide blend: shaggy black wool and a slushy tangle of juniper, mistletoe, winter sage, spikenard, white moss, and terebinth.

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    Black Julbocken Alchemy Perfume Oil

    Our winter mascot! A musky, snow-touched, forest-deep Yuletide blend: shaggy black wool and a slushy tangle of juniper, mistletoe, winter sage, spikenard, white moss, and terebinth.

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  • Black Lipstick

    Black Lipstick Perfume Oil

    A goth awakening: waxy drugstore lipstick and clove cig residue.

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  • BLACK PEACH, BLACK TEA, AND BLACKCURRANT
  • BLACK PEPPER, PALO SANTO, AND VETIVER
  • BLACK PINE, FRANKINCENSE, AND LEATHER
  • BLACK ROSE, NUTMEG, AND SMOKED AMBER
  • Blackberry and Lime Rind FLOWER MOON - LUNACY DUETS 2024 WEB
  • BLACKBERRY APPLE SUFGANIYOT

    Blackberry Apple Sufganiyot Perfume Oil

    Sugar-sprinkled sufganiyot filled with blackberry jelly and spiced roasted apple.

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  • Blauer Mond Perfume Oil

    Brian’s interpretation.

     

    A whisper under the moonlight: blue musk, and indigo amber, myrrh, moonlit oudh, opoponax, terebinth, and tobacco leaf.

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    Blithe Hollow Perfume Oil

    Dead leaves and cold, moist breezes set at the edge of a forest of maple, pine, cedar, and cypress.

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    Blizzard Perfume Oil

    Snow:

    years of anger following

    hours that float idly down —

    the blizzard

    drifts its weight

    deeper and deeper for three days

    or sixty years, eh? Then

    the sun! a clutter of

    yellow and blue flakes —

    Hairy looking trees stand out

    in long alleys

    over a wild solitude.

    The man turns and there —

    his solitary track stretched out

    upon the world.
    – William Carlos Williams


    A solitary track stretched out upon the world: grey amber and white oud, ti leaf, vanilla ash and white sandalwood.

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    Blóðughadda Perfume Oil

    Crushed Baltic amber, golden fig, oud wood, red patchouli, white clove, and saffron.

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    Blood Popsicle Perfume Oil

    The scent of frozen Type O negative.

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  • BLOOD SQUIB

    Blood Squib Perfume Oil

    A sanguinous firecracker of cherry simple syrup and dragon’s blood resin.

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  • Blossoms Perfume Oil

    Albert Joseph Moore


    A cluster of anemone against a backdrop of peonies, white silk musk, hyacinth, Madagascar vanilla, March tulips, and white rose.

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  • Blue Cotton Candy Moon Perfume Oil

    Lilith may be a teenager now, but her love of sweet scents has not dimmed at all.

     

    Blue cotton candy, crystalline white flowers, and moonlit white musk.

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  • Blue Moon Perfume Oil

    The spirit of the full moon is capricious, intense and passionate, yet still distant, aloof and cold. Luna herself governs glamours, bewitchments and dream-work, innocent wonder, transient pleasure and delight, the Moment, impulse, mystery and veils. The Blue Moon is one of her rarest manifestations, and this scent is formulated to encapsulate her most complex and profound nature:

     

    Mugwort and bay, for psychic sensitivity…

    Juniper, for divination through dreams…

    Lavender and almond oil for clarity and relaxation…

    Orchid and purple sage for complexity, wisdom and noscere…

     

    …with a potent lunar-charged blend of exquisite woods, moonflower, Madagascan ylang ylang, Florentine iris, starry bergamot, elemi, green tea absolute, palmarosa, cucumber, Clary sage, lettuce leaf, melilot trefoils, and wood aloes.

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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  • Bluebeard’s Wife Perfume Oil

    “Bluebeard stories provide one of the few venues women have to talk about the pervasive nature of marital violence. Like the slashers, they convert private drama into public spectacle, giving women a language for their pain.”

    Red rose petals floating in brackish salt water.

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  • BLUEBERRY LAVENDER LEMON CREPES

    Blueberry Lavender Lemon Crepes Perfume Oil

    Limoncello-soaked blueberries nestled between layers of golden crepe, topped with a splort of lavender whipped cream and sprinkled with tiny curls of lemon zest.

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  • BODEGÓN CON CESTO DE FRUTAS, MELOCOTONES, GRANADAS Y BERNEGAL

    Bodegón Con Cesto de Frutas, Melocotones, Granadas Y Bernegal Perfume Oil

    Juan de Zurbarán
    Peaches, pomegranates, black figs, baked red clay, and cacao spiced with chili peppers and sweetened with honey.

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  • Boney Was a Warrior Perfume Oil

    Boney was a warrior
    Way hey ya
    A warrior a terrier
    John Francois

    Boney fought the Russians
    Way hey ya
    The Russians and the Prussians
    Jean Francois

    Moscow was a-blazing
    Way hey ya
    And Boney was a-raging
    Jean Francois

    Boney went to Elba
    Way hey ya
    Boney he came back again
    Jean Francois

    Boney went to Waterloo
    Way hey ya
    There he got his overthrow
    Jean Francois

    Then they took him off again
    Way hey ya
    Aboard the Billy Ruffian
    Jean Francois

    He went to Saint Helena,
    Way hey ya
    There he was a prisoner,
    Jean Francois

    Boney broke his heart and died
    Way hey ya
    Away in Saint Helena
    Jean Francois

    A brief and succinct biography of Napoleon jumbled with the French shanty, Jean François de Nantes. Relevant to our shared interests: Napoleon was a fragrance connoisseur, and he kept a standing order with his perfumer for a delivery of fifty bottles per month.

    A fresh, light Napoleonic-era cologne with hints of rosemary, almond, oakmoss, and jasmine.

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  • Bonfire

    Bonfire Perfume Oil

    The perfume of withering leaves, their brittle forms surrendering to the flame, releasing a sigh of bitter smoke that is flickering with the ghosts of summer’s memory.

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    Bonfire Toffee Perfume Oil

    Our spin on a traditional Guy Fawkes Night treat: treacle toffee soaked in rich, dark bourbon.

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  • bonfire toffee

    Bonfire Toffee Perfume Oil

    Our spin on a traditional Guy Fawkes Night treat: treacle toffee soaked in rich, dark bourbon.

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    Boober Perfume Oil

    According to Boober Fraggle, there are only two things certain in this world: death and laundry. Boober is terrified by the former and fascinated by the latter. He is also paranoid and superstitious. According to Boober, anything that can go wrong surely will, and when it does, it will inevitably happen to him.

    A fretfully clean scent: freshly-washed laundry, linden blossom, soap suds, and a sprinkle of vanilla.

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  • Book of the Dead Locket

    Some knowledge doesn’t want to be known, but our Book Of The Dead scent locket is only too happy to share its secrets as whispers of your favorite scent emanate from its vented surface.

    These are heavy lockets, thick with silver, and are perfect for use as a perfume oil conduit. Dab your favorite Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab concoction onto muslin, velvet or cotton, and place the swatch inside the locket. Your body will warm the silver, and the locket will exude pure, unadulterated scent.

    These lockets are hand cast 925 sterling silver. Each locket’s bale sports one of the BPAL logos: the alchemical symbol for brimstone. Portions of the face of the lockets have been deliberately tarnished. They measure approximately 1.25″ in diameter. They are not fragile, filigreed pieces; they are durable, extremely weighty with silver, and suitable for the most perilous research expeditions.

    These lockets are exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, and were created by and for Black Phoenix. They cannot be found anywhere else in all of Heaven and Earth.

    Our lockets come with a 24″ nickel-plated iron chain

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    Boomslang Perfume Oil

    Snake Oil with cocoa, teakwood, and rice milk.

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  • Bourbon Vanilla and Teakwood
  • bourbon soaked pumpkin peanut butter fudge
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    Brangwy Perfume Oil

    Blackcurrant and cardamom with peru balsam, patchouli, leather, and oudh.

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  • Breathing Destruction From Their Lips Like Flame Perfume Oil

    Dried red fruits, pink peppercorn, black fig, nagarmotha, and vetiver.

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  • BRINGER OF EVIL

    Bringer of Evil Perfume Oil

    In one case a blue butterfly was seen to flutter over a certain farm, and as affairs there had not been going at all well, it was looked upon with dread and suspicion as the bringer of evil. For three weeks the insect hovered about and during that period ‘no butter came.’ Then the farmer decided to take steps to break the enchantment. Armed with a wet towel he sallied forth to chase the alleged familiar and, cleverly flapping his cloth, he brought down the butterfly at a swoop. Precisely at that moment a woman, who was suspected of being a witch, was found lying dead outside the door of her house close by, and after the double event there was no further trouble with the churning.

     

    A foreboding tremble of poppy leaf, cerulean musk, violet grapefruit, mimosa, orris butter, and benzoin.

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    Bruised Violet Nail Polish

    A vivid memory of injuries long-ago inflicted, of unforgiven horrors and unspeakable hatreds: a metallic sangria-purple, the color of blood welling-not under the skin, but within the soul.

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    Bub Perfume Oil

    A dog’s bright, beaming memories of playing in the sun, rolling in the grass, and begging for table scraps.

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    Buried Secrets Nail Polish

    The shimmering blue of midnight, ancient scars, and stifled whispers flickering with the metallic gleam of shadowed knives.

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  • BUTTER RUM COOKIE

    Butter Rum Cookie 2024 Perfume Oil

    A boozy addition to the devil’s bake sale! Rum-soaked butter cookies, crusted with sugar, soaked in almond and garnished with orange rind.

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    Butterscotch and Gummy Candy Witch Perfume Oil

    She blinked but remained silent, clouding the glass with her sticky breath.


    Butterscotch brittle, burnt coffee beans, and sour apple gummies.

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  • By Day She Made Herself into a Cat Perfume Oil

    Arthur Rackham

    A feral eyeshine of amber gleaming through a pool of ink-black musk.

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    Café Mille et une Nuits Perfume Oil

    Shisha and thick coffee brewed with cardamom pods, cinnamon, clove, black pepper, and nutmeg.

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  • Cake Pop Wreath Perfume Oil

    Hera advised us to include this one, in hopes of our fundraiser appealing to as many tastes as possible. Work hard, play hard, cake pop! Spheres of faintly lemony olive oil cake, coated in vanilla frosting and crowned with a scattering of rainbow sprinkles.

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    Cakes and Ale Perfume Oil

    Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous,
    there shall be no more cakes and ale?

    — Sir Toby Belch

    Hell yeah, we’ll have cakes and ale: honey cakes and stout.

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  • Caligari A-Go-Go Perfume Oil

    A fragrance inspired by the atmosphere and art direction of the film — its layers of grit and ooze, pop-art colors standing out against a starless void, clumps of debris, fake flowers, vials of mystery fluid, rumpled straitjackets and crisp lab coats.

    Green amber, jasmine bud, cotton blossom, eucalyptus, secondhand smoke, dirt, and petitgrain.

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  • Cancer Locket

    The Zodiac lockets have returned! Exquisite, elegant, and exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.

    These are heavy lockets, thick with silver, and are perfect for use as a perfume oil conduit. Dab your favorite Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab concoction onto muslin, velvet or cotton, and place the swatch inside the locket. Your body will warm the silver, and the locket will exude pure, unadulterated scent.

    The Zodiac lockets are hand cast 925 sterling silver that has been partially gold washed using a method popularized in the 19th century, and each is adorned with at least one stone corresponding to the sign the locket represents. Each locket’s bale sports one of the BPAL logos: the alchemical symbol for brimstone. Portions of the face of the lockets have been deliberately tarnished. They measure approximately 1.25″ in diameter. These lockets are heavy.
    They are not fragile, filigreed pieces; they are durable, extremely weighty with silver, and are suitable for your most adventurous airship excursions.

    These lockets are exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, and were created by and for Black Phoenix. They cannot be found anywhere else in all of Heaven and Earth.

    Each piece is hand cast.

    Our lockets come with a 24″ nickel-plated iron chain.

    The Zodiac lockets were designed by Alicia Dabney of Elements and Artifacts.

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  • Candied Apple

    Candied Apple Perfume Oil

    Sour green apples encased in a sticky shell of iconic glossy red caramelized sugar syrup.

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  • Cannibal Soliloquy Perfume Oil

    “I know what I am, but I know I’m not what I am. Beauty lives inside me. But oh, when beauty is trapped, it gets ugly…”

    A perfume worthy of a fading Tennessee Williams heroine wandering through a mirror-maze of memories, only slightly singed from too many Electro-Convulsive Therapy sessions: wafts of burning frankincense rising from a hot-seat occupied by duelling champaca orchids, white amber, Sicilian mandarin, and bergamot.

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  • Capricorn Locket

    The Zodiac lockets have returned! Exquisite, elegant, and exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.

    These are heavy lockets, thick with silver, and are perfect for use as a perfume oil conduit. Dab your favorite Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab concoction onto muslin, velvet or cotton, and place the swatch inside the locket. Your body will warm the silver, and the locket will exude pure, unadulterated scent.

    The Zodiac lockets are hand cast 925 sterling silver that has been partially gold washed using a method popularized in the 19th century, and each is adorned with at least one stone corresponding to the sign the locket represents. Each locket’s bale sports one of the BPAL logos: the alchemical symbol for brimstone. Portions of the face of the lockets have been deliberately tarnished. They measure approximately 1.25″ in diameter. These lockets are heavy.
    They are not fragile, filigreed pieces; they are durable, extremely weighty with silver, and are suitable for your most adventurous airship excursions.

    These lockets are exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, and were created by and for Black Phoenix. They cannot be found anywhere else in all of Heaven and Earth.

    Each piece is hand cast.

    Our lockets come with a 24″ nickel-plated iron chain.

    The Zodiac lockets were designed by Alicia Dabney of Elements and Artifacts.

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  • Captain Cully Perfume Oil

    “I’m merry twenty-four hours a day, Dick Fancy,” Cully said coldly. “That is a fact.”

    A cocky light musk with leather, tonka, a dusting of dry woods, and a splash of porter

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  • Caramel Apple Ginger Ale Float

    Caramel Apple Ginger Ale Float Perfume Oil

    These five words, in this order, are like a spell that unlocks life-changing autumnal possibilities. So put this fragrance on your dessert mood board: fizzy vanilla ice cream spilling over the rim of a towering, froth-capped glass of ginger ale, drizzled with caramel.

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    Carnaval Diabolique Perfume Oil

    Straight from the twisted alleys of Dis, by way of the City of Angels: opium smoke, lemon flower, heliotrope, tuberose, black musk, vanilla, coconut, apricot flower.

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  • CARROTBERRY PIE

    Carrotberry Pie Perfume Oil

    A surprisingly delightful blend of blackberries, cranberries, carrots, and pumpkin mash.

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  • Carved Wooden Alchemical Laboratory Perfume Oil

    The Lab isn’t open to the public, but you can smell it from the street: hundreds of tiny wooden bottles of Snake Oil, marked with wee paper labels and packed off in tiny cardboard boxes.

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  • CARVED WOODEN BAKERY

    Carved Wooden Bakery Perfume Oil

    Be sure to visit early in the morning to watch as scores of flaky chocolate-filled croissant are rolled out on a walnut countertop with a maplewood rolling pin.

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  • CARVED WOODEN BARBER SHOP

    Carved Wooden Barber Shop Perfume Oil

    Many an hour has been whiled away in this gentlemanly retreat: skin-warmed steel, fresh cedar shavings, a creamy fougere lather, a soothing splash of orange blossom water, and the distant memory of blood and bandages.

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  • CARVED WOODEN BAWDY HOUSE

    Carved Wooden Bawdy House Perfume Oil

    Let your fingers wander along this ornately carved teak banister, polished to a high gloss by the rough hands of countless miniature clients being led upstairs to taste trickles of sugar maple sap, illuminated by a cherry-red light and suffused with decadent, lustrous perfumes.

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  • CARVED WOODEN BRIDAL SHOP

    Carved Wooden Bridal Shop Perfume Oil

    Cascades of balsa filigree lace, white kid gloves displayed on cherrywood mannequin hands, and a frilly sachet of dried tea rose.

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  • CARVED WOODEN LIVERY STABLE

    Carved Wooden Livery Stable Perfume Oil

    Solid oak planks framing a shelter for saddle leather, dusty straw, alfalfa pellets, apple cores, and a flick of manure.

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  • CARVED WOODEN NATIVITY SCENE

    Carved Wooden Nativity Scene Perfume Oil

    Smoke trails of frankincense and myrrh threading around an expertly whittled maplewood tableau.

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  • CARVED WOODEN POST OFFICE

    Carved Wooden Post Office Perfume Oil

    We owe everything to the USPS! And we certainly wouldn’t mind waiting in line surrounded by this ink-smudged, papery shuffle of letters, parcels, and holiday cards stuffed into a mahogany mailbox cabinet covered in shiny brass doors with a faint whiff of fruitcake.

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  • CARVED WOODEN SALOON

    Carved Wooden Saloon Perfume Oil

    A slug of whiskey in a cedar shotglass and a chaw of green tobacco aimed at a polished ironwood spittoon.

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  • cascade of spring blossoms

    Cascade of Spring Blossoms Perfume Oil

    Leather, red silk, mahogany, lotus root, honey cream, and red sandalwood.

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  • Cat at the Table Perfume Oil

    Léonard Tsuguharu Foujita

    Place your bets: which object will hit the floor first? Grey amber, roasted white tea, Indian sandalwood, and vanilla oud.

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  • Cat Churning Butter Perfume Oil

    The Rothschild Canticles, Flanders, 14th c.

    One good churn deserves another: butter, cream, and a thump of frankincense.

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  • Cat Seen From Behind Perfume Oil

    Kawabata Gyokushō

    A decidedly warm shoulder: toasted sandalwood, tonka bean, rice milk, and patchouli.

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  • Cat Sitting on a Cushion Licking Its Paw Perfume Oil

    Elizabeth Eleanor Milner

    “Unbothered. Moisturized. Happy. In my lane. Focused. Flourishing.” A poof of russet velvet, hazelnut, benzoin, Roman chamomile, cedarwood, and red patchouli.

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  • cat sleeping on an armchair

    Cat Sleeping on an Armchair Perfume Oil

    Sei Koyanagui
    A cozy floof of sugared coconut.

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  • cat stealing a fish

    Cat Stealing a Fish Perfume Oil

    Salty driftwood, seafoam ambergris, white vetiver, marine lichen, and ocean spray.

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  • cats and sparrows

    Cats and Sparrows Perfume Oil

    Byeon Sang-byeok
    Vanilla cream, tonka absolute, caramelized cedarwood, and sepia-washed amber resinoid.

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  • CEMETERY IN THE MOONLIGHT

    Cemetery in the Moonlight Perfume Oil

    Carl Gustav Carus
    Dead grass, upturned soil, rusted ironwork, and oak leaves etched against a sepia-stained wash of tonka bean, patchouli, vetiver, and amber-tinged oud.

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  • Art for Ceres by Antoine Watteau

    Ceres Perfume Oil

    Antoine Watteau

    Billowing clouds of mallow flower, cream, and peonies, soft blushing amber, corn kernels, budding wheat, and spun sugar.

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    Chad Perfume Oil

    “Everything okay here?” said a cop inside.

    Shadow’s first, automatic instinct was to say Yup, everything’s just fine and jimdandy thank you officer. But it was too late for that, and he started to say, “I think I’m freezing. I was walking into Lakeside to buy food and clothes, but I underestimated the length of the walk”—he was that far through the sentence in his head, when he realized that all that had came out was “F-f-freezing,” and a chattering noise, and he said, “So s-sorry. Cold. Sorry.”

    The cop pulled open the back door of the car and said, “You get in there this moment and warm yourself up, okay?” Shadow climbed in gratefully, and he sat in the back and rubbed his hands together, trying not to worry about frostbitten toes. The cop got back in the driver’s seat. Shadow stared at him through the metal grille. Shadow tried not to think about the last time he’d been in the back of a police car, or to notice that there were no door handles in the back, and to concentrate instead on rubbing life back into his hands. His face hurt and his red fingers hurt, and now, in the warmth, his toes were starting to hurt once more. That was, Shadow figured, a good sign.

    The cop put the car in drive and moved off. “You know, that was,” he said, not turning to look at Shadow, just talking a little louder, “if you’ll pardon me saying so, a real stupid thing to do. You didn’t hear any of the weather advisories? It’s minus thirty out there. God alone knows what the windchill is, minus sixty, minus seventy, although I figure when you’re down at minus thirty, windchill’s the least of your worries.”

    “Thanks,” said Shadow. “Thanks for stopping. Very, very grateful.”

    “Woman in Rhinelander went out this morning to fill her bird feeder in her robe and carpet slippers and she froze, literally froze, to the sidewalk. She’s in intensive care now. It was on the TV this morning. You’re new in town.” It was almost a question, but the man knew the answer already.

    “I came in on the Greyhound last night. Figured today I’d buy myself some warm clothes, food, and a car. Wasn’t expecting this cold.”

    “Yeah,” said the cop. “It took me by surprise as well. I was too busy worrying about global warming. I’m Chad Mulligan. I’m the chief of police here in Lakeside.”

    The scent of a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

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  • Champagne and Blood Perfume Oil

    Sanguine sensuality with a pop: dragon’s blood resin, Egyptian myrrh, black cherry, clove, and champagne.

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  • Champagne and Croquet Perfume Oil

    A very difficult game indeed: pink champagne, pink lime, pink grapefruit, wild rose, yellow bergamot, purple sage, nectarine skins, a thump of patchouli, and ornery hedgehog musk.

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  • Champagne and Delirium Perfume Oil

    A strange ecstasy: champagne-soaked apples, gilded gold roses, and lemon peel.

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  • Champagne and Snake Oil Perfume Oil

    BPAL’s signature scent made effervescent: deep, rich, earthy notes swirled with vegetal musks, sugared vanilla bean, champagne grape, white ginger, and dark spices.

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    Channel Snow Perfume Oil

    Television static made manifest, with a glimpse of perversions hidden beneath: benzoin, black pepper, white sandalwood, olibanum, ambergris accord, galbanum, and O3.

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    Chestnut Vulva Perfume Oil

    Sweet chestnut, vanilla cashmere, toasted cardamom, and caramel.

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  • CHOCOLAT VIENNOIS

    Chocolat Viennois Perfume Oil

    Turns out this is a thing that vampires are into. A warm mug of dark chocolate and cream with a dribble of blood.

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  • Chocolate Babka Perfume Oil

    A diasporic take on an ancestral dessert: braided chocolate rye bread with a sliver of almond paste filling.

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  • Chocolate Doobsickle Perfume Oil

    An icy chocolate scent with a whiff of doob smoke.

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    Cicuta Perfume Oil

    The Cicuta, also called the Rictus, are least likely to be accepted by human society, and are, sadly, also the least likely to be accepted by other vampires in general. Some vampires have a peculiar adverse reaction to the transference of the vampiric pathogen whereby their physical appearance is drastically altered: They lose their hair, their features become elongated, their eyes protrude, and a permanent and irreversible inflammation of their joints causes stiff movement and a clawlike rigidity in the hands and feet. Cicuta minds function as any other vampire’s, but their appearance is so startlingly different that they find it almost impossible to find any acceptance whatsoever among humans or vampires. Usually these afflicted vampires choose to live in isolation, either on secluded estates or literally underground. Occasionally, small groups of Cicutas can be found cohabitating, finding comfort and companionship with those that share their condition. The Cicuta were parodied somewhat in F. W. Murnau’s 1922 film Nosferatu.

    Dry, dusty rose petals, candle smoke, frankincense, and saffron.

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    Cigarettes and Offerings Perfume Oil

    “I think,” he pronounced, gloomily, “that our kind, we like the cigarettes so much because they remind us of the offerings that once they burned for us, the smoke rising up as they sought our approval or our favor.”

    Cigarette smoke overlapping with the resonance of long-forgotten incenses.

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  • Circe Individiosa Perfume Oil

    Circe Invidiosa, John William Waterhouse. 1892
    “The colors in this painting are so lush and beautiful that they defy description. I have always thought that tipping dish of poison, the shade of crushed emeralds and mantis wings, must be the precise color of our heart’s blood when we are in the venomous throes of enraged, envious desire.”

    Salt-spray dotting an azure cove, its waters swirling with noxious poisons and venom drawn from dreadful roots: a cascade of blackcurrant and crystalline blue-green waters infused with theriac accord, bruised henbane accord, white gardenia, pear, cedarwood, emerald mosses, tuberose, and bitter almond.

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  • claircognizance

    Claircognizance 2024 Perfume Oil

    Dr. E. S. Packard, of Corunna, Me., in the Eastern Star, states that Mr. David Prescott, of South Sangerville, over ninety years of age, “wandered away into the woods, and not returning, a crowd of over a hundred men hunted for him nearly two days; the mill pond near his house was drained. Search was made in every direction but to no success.

    “A gentleman of that place decided to call in the aid of Mrs. Stevens; she told him somebody was lost, and not being able to visit the place she drew a map or chart of the locality, giving directions, by which, on his return he was immediately found alive, but died the next day. The day following I was at South Sangerville, and stopping at this gentleman’s house, examined the map, which was perfect in every respect. The house and shed were correctly drawn, the mill and pond near the house were marked, the field and woods, two fences over which Mr. Prescott must climb, even to the swinging of the road by the house was definitely given.

    “The spot where she said he was, was shown by a large black mark, and he was found exactly in that place. When we consider that Mrs. Stevens never saw this place in her normal condition, it is to me a wonderful test of spirit power.”

    Absolute and perfect clarity: rockrose, white amber, Corsican immortelle, Siamese benzoin, white sandalwood, and life everlasting.

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    Clémence Perfume Oil

    Patchouli, Kashmiri tea, cardamom, black pepper, carnation, and clove.

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  • Clockwork Scent Locket

    Exquisite, elegant, and exclusive to the Trading Post.

    These are heavy lockets, thick with silver, and are perfect for use as a perfume oil conduit. Dab your favorite Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab concoction onto muslin, velvet or cotton, and place the swatch inside the locket. Your body will warm the silver, and the locket will exude pure, unadulterated scent.

    Each locket is hand cast .925 sterling silver, and each locket’s bale sports the alchemical symbol for brimstone. The oval lockets measures 1.5″ from top to bottom, and the circular lockets measure approximately 1″ in diameter with the exception of the Clockwork locket, which measures approximately 1.25″ in diameter. The Clockwork locket is hand cast .925 sterling silver that has been partially gold washed using a method popularized in the 19th century. Portions of the face of the Clockwork locket have been deliberately tarnished.

    These lockets were created exclusively for Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab. They cannot be found anywhere else in all of Heaven and Earth.

    Since each piece is hand cast, the lockets will come down temporarily as they sell out in order for us to take the time and care necessary to create more.

    Our lockets come with a 24″ nickel-plated iron chain.

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  • Clown White

    Clown White Perfume Oil

    No joke! Greasy petrolatum, lanolin, and titanium dioxide accords smeared with vanilla cream. 

    Please note: this product contains no clowns or clown-derived materia.

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  • COCONUT TREE SINGLE NOTE

    Coconut Tree Single Note Perfume Oil

    “You think you just fell out of a coconut tree? You exist in the context of all in which you live and what came before you.”

    Everything is in context, including this scent: coconut meat, coconut milk, coconut frond, and coconut husk.

    Proceeds from this perfume will be contributed to Emily’s List, an organization dedicated to helping pro-choice women win elections. Learn more here!

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  • COFFEE CREAM PIE

    Coffee Cream Pie Perfume Oil

    A lightly jiggling glop of cold brew, vanilla pudding, dark chocolate, and crushed chocolate cream cookies.

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    Coin Trick Nail Polish

    Lime-gold microglitter floating among gold flake.  Can be used as a lucky topcoat, or slather on two coats for an opaque treasure chest of gold.

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    Coin Trick Perfume Oil

    Shadow had done three years in prison. He was big enough and looked don’t-fuck-with-me enough that his biggest problem was killing time. So he kept himself in shape, and taught himself coin tricks, and thought a lot about how much he loved his wife.

    The best thing—in Shadow’s opinion, perhaps the only good thing—about being in prison was a feeling of relief. The feeling that he’d plunged as low as he could plunge and he’d hit bottom. He didn’t worry that the man was going to get him, because the man had got him. He was no longer scared of what tomorrow might bring, because yesterday had brought it.

     

    Glittering gold and silver, rolling over knuckles – concealed in palms – and pulled from the sun, the moon, and the stars.

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  • Cold Spring, The Alien Perfume Oil

    Louisa Starr Canziani


    Rain-slicked amber, wet cobblestone, ochre agarwood, tobacco absolute, tuberose, charred sandalwood, oakwood, leather, and myrrh tears dotted with cherry blossoms.

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  • collapsing mosquito netting

    Collapsing Mosquito Netting Perfume Oil

    Morning glory petals, twining dew-covered vines, and lilac butter.

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  • Art for Columns of the Temple of Neptune at Paestum by Constantin Hansen

    Columns of the Temple of Neptune at Paestum Perfume Oil

    Constantin Hansen

    Cypress wood and dry grasses, sun-baked stone, faded incense, and olive leaves.

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  • come with me loving me to death

    Come With Me, Loving Me to Death Perfume Oil

    You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish. How jealous I am you cannot know. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me and still come with me. and hating me through death and after. There is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature.

    Black orchid, cacao, bitter almond, and black musk.

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  • concert

    Concert Perfume Oil

    Edward Okun
    Black velvet, ancient climbing roses, champaca magnolia, and deep, resonant strings of amber.

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  • Spooky Duets CONGEALED BLOOD
  • copperhead

    Copperhead Snake on Dead Leaves Perfume Oil

    Abbott Handerson Thayer

    Snake Oil slithering through a scattering of dead leaves with amber, cardamom, cistus, hops, white sandalwood, neroli, orris root, and smoked vanilla.

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    Coral Snake Perfume Oil

    Snake Oil with blood orange, blood apple, lemon peel, plumeria, and red gardenia.

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    Coraline Jones Perfume Oil

    “What should I do?” asked Coraline.

    “Read a book,” said her mother. “Watch a video. Play with your toys. Go and pester Miss Spink or Miss Forcible, or the crazy old man upstairs.”

    “No,” said Coraline. “I don’t want to do those things. I want to explore.”

    Dry grass, clean skin, and a little bit of mossy berry.

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  • cosmic critters

    Cosmic Critters Perfume Oil

    Wild fig, buttercream honey, bourbon cream sweetened with a bit of condensed milk, and warm, snuggly russet patchouli.


    Proceeds from the sale of each bottle will benefit Cuddly, who assists rescue organizations and animal-focused non-profits.


    Imps for Cosmic Critters were circulated by BPAL’s own Chrissy Lynn (Vex) at Neotropolis !

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    Cottonmouth Perfume Oil

    Snake Oil with linden blossom, calla lily, passion flower, and narcissus.

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  • COUPLE IN A BATHHOUSE WITH A GO BOARD

    Couple in a Bathhouse With a Go Board Perfume Oil

    Chrysanthemum and black tea with candied lotus root.

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    Courtesans Relaxing Perfume Oil

    Rice milk, cardamom, coconut shavings, hinoki, white almond, ti leaf, and jasmine cream.

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    Courtney Perfume Oil

    A sweet and over-the-top girly teenybopper perfume mixed with a little tanning lotion and a healthy dollop of pink (very, very pink) bubblegum.

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    Crimson Clay Nail Polish

    The glossy carnelian creme of bricks glazed in blood.

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    Crowley

    Nothing about him looked particularly demonic, at least by classical standards. No horns, no wings. Admittedly he was listening to a Best of Queen tape, but no conclusions should be drawn from this because all tapes left in a car for more than a fortnights metamorphose into Best of Queen albums. No particularly demonic thoughts were going through his head. In fact, he was wondering vaguely who Moey and Chandon were.

    Crowley had dark hair, and good cheekbones, and he was wearing snakeskin shoes, or at least presumably he was wearing shoes, and he could do really weird things with his tongue. And, whenever he forgot himself, he had a tendency to hiss.

    Infernal musk, red patchouli, lilac cologne, mahogany, lemon rind, oakmoss, leather, and vanilla husk.

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    Cyborg Perfume Oil

    Inspired by the character GRENDEL-PRIME.
    A heavy-metal cyborg, created by the Grendel-Khan to act as a paladin protector for his only son and heir, an unstoppable killing machine.

    Gleaming metal and black leather over a khus-darkened bay rum.

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  • CYNOCEPHALIC FOOL WITH BLADDER STICK GIVING JESUS A HARD TIME

    Cynocephalic Fool with Bladder Stick Giving Jesus a Hard Time Perfume Oil

    Bute Master

    D is for Dog-Face: a Medieval marzipan suffused with frankincense smoke and splashed by sacramental wine.

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    Cytherea Perfume Oil

    White sandalwood, patchouli, white amber, orris, bourbon vanilla, champaca flower, and kush.

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    Czernobog Nail Polish

    Multichromatic flake that shifts from red to orange to gold seeped in dark steel micro flake.

    (This is a “flake topper” that can be opaque in 3-4 thick coats.)

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    Daddy by EFFY Perfume Oil

    DADDY isn’t defined by gender: it IS a gender, and it’s anyone’s to try on. It takes all kinds ⁠— masc daddies, lady daddies, queer daddies, punk daddies, muscle daddies, soft daddies, big daddies, baby daddies, noncorporeal daddies.

    Subtle differences in skin chemistry ensure that no two people will wear DADDY quite the same way; this power is yours to wield as you see fit. No leather jacket, no fishnets, no problem! (But if you want ’em, we know a guy.)

    A roll in the hay with a sexy demon daddy: a diabolical incense with a splash of bay rum and a hiss of infernal fougere. Congrats, you’re a DADDY now too!

    Label photo credit: Jordan Nachole Hall

    The accompanying beard oil can be found here.

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    Daiyu Perfume Oil

    Moroccan jasmine, chrysanthemum, tea leaf, white musk, and acai berry.

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  • DARK CHOCOLATE, COFFEE BEAN, AND LABDANUM
  • DARK CHOCOLATE, VANILLA ABSOLUTE, BLACK PEPPER, AND BULGARIAN ROSE
  • Dark-Eyed, Delightful Perfume Oil

    Brown sugar, cacao, toasted cardamom, patchouli, vanilla absolute, and benzoin.

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  • DARLING, DARLING

    Darling, Darling Perfume Oil

    “How romantic you are, Carmilla,” I said. “Whenever you tell me your story, it will be made up chiefly of some one great romance.”

    She kissed me silently.

    “I am sure, Carmilla, you have been in love; that there is, at this moment, an affair of the heart going on.”

    “I have been in love with no one, and never shall,” she whispered, “unless it should be with you.”

    How beautiful she looked in the moonlight!

    Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled.

    Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. “Darling, darling,” she murmured, “I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so.”


    Sugared pear and wild violets with orris butter, coconut milk, white musk, and vanilla silk.

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  • Datura Blossom

    Datura Blossom Perfume Oil

    Corpse white and bruise-purple, sacred datura is native to my west coast homeland. A seductive, heady, hypnotic bloom, as poisonous as it is beautiful.

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    Dawn: Cernunnos Perfume Oil

    Terebinth pine, basil, green sandalwood, fig leaf, armoise, lemon balm, cypress, myrrh, black cedar, and juniper.

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    Dawn: Maiden Perfume Oil

    Tea roses, honeysuckle, heliotrope, olive blossom, milk, and honey.

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    Dawn: Mother Perfume Oil

    Red roses, saffron, honey, and frankincense.

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    Dawn: Mourning Victory Perfume Oil

    Red sandalwood, night-blooming jasmine, white tea, hyacinth, rosehips, and tuberose.

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    Dawn: Priestess Perfume Oil

    Damascus rose, jasmine, myrrh, opoponax, white sage, and patchouli.

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  • Dead Blonde Perfume Oil

    “Of course young women enjoy slashers. Adolescent girls have spent their lives absorbing our cultural disgust for womanhood, only to find themselves thrust into the middle of it, suddenly the butt of every joke. Their underlying anxieties are hit with a toxic sludge of predatory attention, sexual objectification, and impossible standards, growing to fifty times their natural size. It is not easy to become a monster. It is not fun to slip – suddenly and for the rest of your life – out of humanity and into womanhood. Girls are left reckoning with the fact that their social status, their human value, even their basic survival, are all suddenly contingent on men. Thus, at the exact moment they’re beginning to have sex and enter romantic relationships, girls watch stories in which a moment’s lapse in judgment, or a single instance of giving in to temptation, results and agony and annihilation – not because that’s what they want, but because it’s already happening, and they have precious few other ways to process it.”

    A wilting corsage of tea roses and white roses, bearing forensic traces of honeyed lip gloss and coconut oil suntan lotion.

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  • DEAD LEAVES, BALSAM, AND GREEN MUSK
  • DEAD LEAVES, BLACK CHERRY, AND INCENSE TAR
  • DEAD LEAVES, BLACK TEA, AND BERGAMOT
  • DEAD LEAVES, BLOOD ORANGE, AND NEROLI
  • DEAD LEAVES, BURNT MARSHMALLOWS, CLOVE CREAM, AND WHISKEY
  • DEAD LEAVES, CHOCOLATE, AND TOASTED HAZELNUT
  • DEAD LEAVES, DRIED LILACS, AND LABDANUM
  • DEAD LEAVES, INCENSE SMOKE, AND OUD
  • DEAD LEAVES, LAVENDER BUDS, AND GOLDEN SANDALWOOD
  • DEAD LEAVES, MARSHMALLOW, AND FRANKINCENSE
  • DEAD LEAVES, OAKMOSS, AND PINE NEEDLES
  • DEAD LEAVES, PAPER, AND SMOKE
  • DEAD LEAVES, POMEGRANATE, AND AGARWOOD
  • DEAD LEAVES, PRUNE, AND PATCHOULI
  • DEAD LEAVES, SHORTBREAD, AND CRYSTALLIZED GINGER
  • DEAD LEAVES, SWEETGRASS, AND PINE NEEDLES
  • DEAD LEAVES, WHITE SANDALWOOD, AND WHITE MOSS
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    Dead Words on a Dead Frequency Perfume Oil

    “You’re dead, Mad Sweeney,” said Shadow. “You take what you’re given when you’re dead.”

    “Aye, that I shall,” sighed the dead man sitting in the back of the hearse. The junkie whine had vanished from his voice now, replaced with a resigned flatness, as if the words were being broadcast from a long, long way away, dead words being sent out on a dead frequency.

    Tinny eucalyptus and elemi against a flat black backdrop of opoponax.

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    Death Adder Perfume Oil

    Snake Oil with vetiver, black coconut, vanilla, and opoponax.

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    Death: My Irony Surpasses All Others!

    Odilon Redon

    An inky, desolate, unfathomable black musk.

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    Ded Moroz 2024 Perfume Oil

    Grandfather Frost! Accompanied by his granddaughter, Snegurochka, the Snow Maiden, he bestows gifts to virtuous and hard-working people, rewarding their decency and integrity, and punishes those who are lazy, shiftless, and unkind, killing their fields with frost, cracking the trunks of their trees, and destroying their homes.

     

    The first incarnation of Father Frost was not at all benevolent. He was the personification of the darkest aspects of winter, winter’s destruction incarnate. He kidnapped unruly children, and slew people capriciously by freezing them to death.

     

    Light, darkness, kindness, and malice: golden amber, white amber, redwood, teak, bois du rose, sage, tree moss, and snow.

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    Deeds of the Day Perfume Oil

    “Now we art all here,” said Hastur meaningfully, “we must recount the Deeds of the Day.”

    “Yeah. Deeds,” said Crowley, with the slightly guilty look of one who is attending church for the first time in years and has forgotten which bits you stand up for.

    Hastur cleared his throat.

    “I have tempted a priest,” he said. “As he walked down the street and saw the pretty girls in the sun, I put Doubt into his mind. He would have been a saint, but within a decade we shall have him.”

    “Nice one,” said Crowley, helpfully.

    “I have corrupted a politician,” said Ligur. “I let him think a tiny bribe would not hurt. Within a year we shall have him.”

    They both looked expectantly at Crowley, who gave them a big smile.

    “You’ll like this,” he said.

    His smile became even wider and more conspiratorial.

    “I tied up every portable telephone system in Central London for forty-five minutes at lunchtime,” he said.

    There was silence, except for the distant swishing of cars.

    “Yes?” said Hastur. “And then what?”

    “Look, it wasn’t easy,” said Crowley.

    “That’s all?” said Ligur.

    “Look, people-”

    “And exactly what has that done to secure souls for our master?” said Hastur.

    A wrath for the ages: scorched aluminum and white-hot copper solder, cracked aluminosilicate glass, conflict-full tantalum, and the gingery-bubble of a short-circuiting vibration assembly stewing in a thick, hot black musk.

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  • deer moon

    Deer Moon 2024 Perfume Oil

    Out of the mid-wood’s twilight
    Into the meadow’s dawn,
    Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
    Flashes my Faun!

    He skips through the copses singing,
    And his shadow dances along,
    And I know not which I should follow,
    Shadow or song!

    O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
    O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
    Else moonstruck with music and madness
    I track him in vain!
    – Oscar Wilde

    Moonstruck with music and madness: warm russet musk, toasted sandalwood, cacao, blood-tipped blackberry thorns, and oak bark.

     

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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  • deer moon

    Deer Moon Sticker

    A 3” x 3” high-quality die-cut vinyl sticker for sticking on all stickable things.

     

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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  • Blackberry and Wild Lilac
  • Caramel and Dark Musk
  • Golden Tobacco and Beeswax
  • Honey Dust and Oudh
  • delightful gargantuan vagina

    Delightful Gargantuan Vagina Perfume Oil

    Red mango pulp, sugared orange blossom, mimosa, pink musk, and sweet incense.

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  • der tod im baum

    Der Tod im Baum Perfume Oil

    Angelo Jank

    Snow-thick sandalwood, eucalyptus leaf, and a scattering of dead leaves clinging to skeletal branches.

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    Det. Patrick Gleason Perfume Oil

    A classic men’s cologne splashed over a leather trenchcoat and a hint of gunshot residue.

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    Detestable Putrescence Perfume Oil

    Inspired by Gris Grimly’s illustrations for the Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar.

    Melty vanilla ice cream!

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    Deuteronomy 10:18 Perfume Oil

    He defends the cause of the fatherless and the widow, and loves the foreigner residing among you, giving them food and clothing.

    Hay absolute, patchouli, agarwood, and vetiver.

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  • dia de los muertos

    Dia de los Muertos Perfume Oil

    A joyous celebration of La Catarina, La Flaca, La Muerte… Glorious, Beautiful Death. In Mexico, death is not something to be feared or hated; She is embraced, loved, and adored. La Muerte is fêted, as the celebrant “…chases after it, mocks it, courts it, hugs it, sleeps with it; it is his favorite plaything and his most lasting love.”

    This is a Mexican paean to La Huesuda: dry, crackling leaves, the incense smoke of altars honoring Death and the Dead, funeral bouquets, the candies, chocolates, foods and tobacco of the ofrenda, amaranth, sweet cactus blossom and desert cereus.

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    Diamond Star Perfume Oil

    Ambergris accord, guiac wood, white benzoin, immortelle, and Somalian myrrh.

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    Diana Perfume Oil

    My temple stands in Ephesus: hie thee thither,
    And do upon mine altar sacrifice.
    There, when my maiden priests are met together,
    before the people all,
    Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife:
    To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter’s, call
    And give them repetition to the life.
    Or perform my bidding, or thou livest in woe;
    Do it, and happy; by my silver bow!

    Artemis, standing in her golden chariot… driving off with her fast-trotting deer over the hills and far away to some rich-scented sacrifice: leather, gleaming golden amber, red amaranth, cypress, asphodel accord, a gleam of silver, and soft brown musk.

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  • DIE TODESSTUNDE

    Die Todesstunde Perfume Oil

    Alfred Kubin

    Fossilized white amber, charred sandalwood, bleak bleached cedar, white moss, and cade.

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  • DIE WUNDERBLUME

    Die Wunderblume Perfume Oil

    Alexander Rothaug
    Thick blankets of moss embracing river-smoothed stones, a cascade of shimmering amber, and heady white petals.

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  • DIE, SWEETLY DIE

    Die, Sweetly Die Perfume Oil

    In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die — die, sweetly die — into mine. I cannot help it; as I draw near to you, you, in your turn, will draw near to others, and learn the rapture of that cruelty, which yet is love; so, for a while, seek to know no more of me and mine, but trust me with all your loving spirit.”

     

    And when she had spoken such a rhapsody, she would press me more closely in her trembling embrace, and her lips in soft kisses gently glow upon my cheek.


    Inevitable surrender. Opening with a heady blend of blood orange and black cherry, the heart of this perfume pulsates with narcotic jasmine, sinuous tuberose, blood amber, vanilla silk, and deep red labdanum.

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    Dionysia Perfume Oil

    Wild plum, pomegranate, raspberry, Siamese benzoin, plum blossom, patchouli, frankincense, and mahogany.

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  • Divinities Implacable, Doom-Laden Perfume Oil

    Myrrh, black musk, labdanum, and rose.

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    Doc Constantine Perfume Oil

    As you pass the tiny stage, you come across a large canvas tent, illuminated within, the exterior dotted with odd splatters. In front of the tent stands a scorched wooden cart covered in a jumble of bottles, jars, vials and twisted steel implements, and an elaborate, gold-gilded sign reads:

    “Doc Constantine Cures What Ails Ye!
    Liniments, salves, potions and elixirs for every malady of the body and spirit!”

    A scream splits the air, jarring you. You see shadows move jaggedly within the tent, there is another scream, and all is suddenly still and silent. After a long heartbeat, the door flap opens. A man steps out wearing a crystal-eyed schnabel mask in the style of medieval plague doctors, carmine streaking his sleeves, vest, and the blonde hair that crowns him. He pulls off the mask, and you see a handsome figure, almost beatific. He rolls a cigarette, lights it, takes a deep pull, and winks at you slyly as he gestures at the multitude of concoctions he has for sale. A bent crone, her body as bowed and knotty as an ancient oak, shuffles up to the wagon with rosy-cheeked, tow-headed maiden following her at a small distance. As she approaches the doctor, the crone gestures at herself, running a gnarled hand down her body in a sweeping movement, and casting a sideways glance at her grandchild. Smiling an angel’s smile, Doc Constantine hands the old woman a potion the color of cold, congealed blood. She drinks it quickly, gasping. Before your eyes her body shimmers and blurs, and a shower of dark sparks seems to engulf her. Where the crone stood, there is now a voluptuous, raven-haired vixen, vibrant, sensual, at the prime of her life and sexual vitality. Her shriek of joy is interrupted by another’s scream of shock: the rigors of age have not vanished; they have moved aside, and the young woman has aged horribly, taking on the crone’s burden.

    Sheer musk, cedar smoke, fir needle, chaparral, black amber and leather.

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  • dont play fetch with a teenage werewolf

    Don’t Play Fetch with a Teenage Werewolf Perfume Oil

    An object landed at his feet with a thump. It was not the one he had thrown.

     

    Honey biscuits, warm auburn fur, and a squished chocolate nougat bar.

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    Don’t Touch Perfume Oil

    “You’ve got to admit it’s a bit of a pantomime, though,” said Crawly. “I mean, pointing out the Tree and saying ‘Don’t Touch’ in big letters. Not very subtle, is it? I mean, why not put it on top of a high mountain or a long way off? Makes you wonder what He’s really planning.”

    And Jehovah God commanded the man, saying, Of every tree of the garden thou mayest freely eat: but of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it: the green rolling hills of the First Garden, a scattering of apple blossoms and apple pulp, a handful of pomegranate seeds, and a soft, serpentine hiss of poisonous green musk, opoponax, and frankincense.

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  • Doom Cake Perfume Oil

    A drug-induced vision of grabby, gore-slicked tentacles erupting from a facade of thick buttercream and lemon sponge soaked in cherry-flavored goo.

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    Door Perfume Oil

    She was dressed in a variety of clothes thrown over each other: odd clothes, dirty velvets, muddy lace, rips and holes through which other layers and styles could be seen. She looked, Richard thought, as if she’d done a midnight raid on the History of Fashion section of the Victoria and Albert Museum, and was still wearing everything she had taken. Her short hair was filthy, but looked like it might have been a dark reddish color under the dirt. 

    Golden honey, nicotiana, blue chamomile, and cistu

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    Doozers Perfume Oil

    Totally unlike the Fraggles, Doozers spend their lives working. The greatest joy in a Doozer’s life is to get up, put on a hard hat and take a place on the Doozer work crew.

    The scent of industrious cooperation: glittering crystals, soft soil, and radish dust.

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  • Dr. Caligari Pins

    Proclaim your C.I.A. loyalty (that’s Caligari Insane Asylum, natch) with a licensed enamel pin celebrating the 4K restoration of a morbidly funny horror masterpiece, soon to be released by Mondo Macabro.

    Product description:
    2.50″ Cloisonné lapel pin
    Black nickel plating
    Two (x2) 8mm black rubber clutch

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  • draconic bedtime stories

    Draconic Bedtime Stories Perfume Oil

    Protip: make sure they all live happily ever after. Dragon’s blood resin, lavender bud, hops, fir needle, and incense smoke.

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  • dragon blorgh

    Dragon Blorgh Perfume Oil

    Hrnnnnghhhuuurgleh: Dracaena cinnabari, blackened opoponax, labdanum, black oud, champaca resin, 3-year aged patchouli, and cacao.

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    Dream Awake Nail Polish

    Gleaming metallic gold flares of a powerful imagination. The gilded sheen of a muse’s kiss, the glimmering, vivid glow of a story burning to be told.

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  • Dreamer of Dreams Perfume Oil

    Edmund Dulac
    Lavender absolute, indigo champaca, Hojari frankincense, cananga flower, agarwood, soft mosses, labdanum absolute, twilight sandalwood, Bengali oud, lime rind, and a drop of cacao absolute.

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    Dreams Shape the World Perfume Oil

    Amorphous streams and sparks of lavender fancies drifting through a moonlit musk, given form on this plane by fossilized amber and sweet agarwood.

    Words by Neil Gaiman, art by David Mack.

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  • dried is the blood of thy lover

    Dried is the Blood of Thy Lover Perfume Oil

    What broke off the garlands that girt you?

    What sundered you spirit and clay?

    Weak sins yet alive are as virtue

    To the strength of the sins of that day.

    For dried is the blood of thy lover,

    Ipsithilla, contracted the vein;

    Cry aloud, “Will he rise and recover,

    Our Lady of Pain?”

     

    Dragon’s blood resin, myrrh, red musk, vetiver, black clove, and cassia.

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  • drops of melting snow

    Drops of Melting Snow Perfume Oil

    Snow-laden cherry trees, winter peonies, white rose petals, and black plum juice.

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  • Druids Cutting the Mistletoe on the Sixth Day of the Moon

    Druids Cutting Mistletoe on the Sixth Day of the Moon Perfume Oil

    Henri Paul Motte

    Burdock root, mugwort, birch sap, oak bark, watermint, ash leaves, wych elm, hazel nuts, juniper boughs, black poplar, yew, and dew-laden mistletoe berries.

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  • Dry Ice Cocktail

    Dry Ice Cocktail Perfume Oil

    A sparkling absinthe martini swirled with a glow stick and overflowing with cascades of dry ice fog.

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  • dubious ginseng formula

    Dubious Ginseng Formula 2024 Perfume Oil

    Results not guaranteed. Ginseng root, crushed ginger, damiana essence, cubeb berries, and horny goat weed accord.

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  • dusk in autumn

    Dusk in Autumn 2023 Perfume Oil

    Black tea, currant cake, mandrake root, a whirl of dried leaves, and hearthsmoke.

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  • A vintage-looking photograph of an old-fashioned pen and inkwell with text reading "Early Affection"

    Early Affection Perfume Oil

    George Moses Horton
    I lov’d thee from the earliest dawn,
           When first I saw thy beauty’s ray,
    And will, until life’s eve comes on,
           And beauty’s blossom fades away;
    And when all things go well with thee,
    With smiles and tears remember me.
     
    I’ll love thee when thy morn is past,
           And wheedling gallantry is o’er,
    When youth is lost in age’s blast,
           And beauty can ascend no more,
    And when life’s journey ends with thee,
    O, then look back and think of me.
     
    I’ll love thee with a smile or frown,
           ’Mid sorrow’s gloom or pleasure’s light,
    And when the chain of life runs down,
           Pursue thy last eternal flight,
    When thou hast spread thy wing to flee,
    Still, still, a moment wait for me.
     
    I’ll love thee for those sparkling eyes,
          To which my fondness was betray’d,
    Bearing the tincture of the skies,
          To glow when other beauties fade,
    And when they sink too low to see,
    Reflect an azure beam on me.

    A love eternal, thrumming beyond death: honeyed red fruits, Bulgarian rose, mimosa, heliotrope, and red sandalwood.

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  • EARLY EXPERIMENTS WITH PHOTOGRAPHY

    Early Experiments with Photography Perfume Oil

    Russet amber, pine wood, tonka bean, hinoki cypress, hemp, and golden champaca.

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    Easter Nail Polish

    Pale pink jelly-like finish packed with iridescent Easter Grass flake.

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    Eat the Strawberries Perfume Oil

    Still, there was a tale he had read once, long ago, as a small boy: the story of a traveler who had slipped down a cliff, with man-eating tigers above him and a lethal fall below him, who managed to stop his fall halfway down the side of the cliff, holding on for dear life. There was a clump of strawberries beside him, and certain death above him and below. What should he do? went the question.

    And the reply was, Eat the strawberries.

    Strawberries, fresh-picked.

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    Eau de Ghoul Perfume Oil

    They all started telling stories, then, of how fine and wonderful a thing it was to be a ghoul, of all the things they had crunched up and swallowed down with their powerful teeth. Impervious they were to disease or illness, said one of them. Why, it didn’t matter what their dinner had died of, they could just chomp it down. They told of the places they had been, which mostly seemed to be catacombs and plague-pits (“Plague Pits is good eatin’,” said the Emperor of China, and everyone agreed.) They told Bod how they had got their names and how he, in his turn, once he had become a nameless ghoul, would be named, as they had been.

    “But I don’t want to become one of you,” said Bod.

    “One way or another,” said the Bishop of Bath and Wells, cheerily, “you’ll become one of us. The other way is messier, involves being digested, and you’re not really around very long to enjoy it.”

    “But that’s not a good thing to talk about,” said the Emperor of China.”Best to be a Ghoul. We’re afraid of nuffink!”

    And all the ghouls around the coffin-wood fire howled at this statement, and growled and sang and exclaimed at how wise they were, and how mighty, and how fine it was to be scared of nothing.

    Dessicated skin coated in blackened ginger, cinnamon, and mold-flecked dirt, with cumin, bitter clove, leather, and dried blood.

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  • ectoplasm

    Ectoplasm 2024 Perfume Oil

    In examining and reporting these cases the witnesses averred that certain people, whom they called “materializing mediums,” had the strange physical gift that they could put forth from their bodies a viscous, gelatinous substance which appeared to differ from every known form of matter in that it could solidify and be used for material purposes, and yet could be reabsorbed, leaving absolutely no trace even upon the clothes which it had traversed in leaving the body.

     

    This substance was actually touched by some enterprising investigators, who reported that it was elastic and appeared to be sensitive, as though it was really an organic extrusion from the medium’s body.
    —Arthur Conan Doyle, 1930

    A luminous, viscid blend of white amber, lemongrass, white oakmoss, and davana.

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  • edible g string

    Edible G-String 2024 Perfume Oil

    Snap! Snap! Sugar crystals and tart candies with a splash of red musk.

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  • edible panties

    Edible Panties Perfume Oil

    Basically fruit roll-ups for your naughty bits: wild cherry and sugared up strawberry with hot pink peppercorn.

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  • eighteenth lash

    Eighteenth Lash

    Vanillekipferl plunked in a pile of pine needles.

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    Eisheth Zenunim Perfume Oil

    Honey, ambergris, neroli, white peach, patchouli, and cocoa absolute.

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  • EL DIA DE LOS REYES

    El Dia de Los Reyes 2024 Perfume Oil

    The Day of Kings, the Celebration of the Magi. In Mexico, on January 6th, children place their shoes by their windows. If they have been good during the previous year, the Wise Men tuck gifts into their shoes during the night.

     

    Hot cocoa with cinnamon, coffee, and brown sugar.

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  • ELDENA RUIN

    Eldena Ruin Perfume Oil

    Caspar David Friedrich

    Oak boughs, olive blossoms, tendrils of thick, overgrown ivy, fossilized amber, and crumbling stone.

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  • Elimanzer Perfume Oil

    Another woman suspected of witchcraft was Helen Clark who confessed on April 11th that the devil had appeared to her in the likeness of a white dog, and that she called her familiar Elimanzer and that she fed him with milk-pottage and that he spoke to her audibly and bade her deny Christ.

     

    Strangely sinister frumenty: oatmeal, heavy cream, butter, salt, and a whiff of brimstone.

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  • Elizabeth’s Imps Perfume Oil

    Coming later into his own yard, the informant saw a black thing proportioned like a cat, only that it was thrice as big, sitting on a strawberry bed and fixing its luminous eyes on him. But when he ran towards it, it suddenly leaped over the palings and ran towards the informant as he thought, but instead, it fled through the yard with his greyhound in hot pursuit after it to a great gate which was ‘underset with a pair of tumbrell strings,’ and it did throw the said gate wide open and then vanished. And the said greyhound returned to the informant shaking and trembling exceedingly.

     

    Sterne gave evidence on the same day, and much to the same effect, but said that the white imp was like a cat but not so big, and when he asked Elizabeth whether she was not afraid of her imps she answered, “What! Do you think I am afraid of my children?” and she called the imp Jarmara as having red spots, and spoke of two more called Sack and Sugar. Four other witnesses confirmed the story practically in its entirety.

     

    Elizabeth Clarke herself gave evidence of them, and said Anne West had sent her a ‘thing like a little kitlyn,’ which would obtain food for her. Two or three nights after this promise, a white thing came to her in the night, and the night after a grey one spoke to her and said it would do her no hurt and would help her to get a husband.

     

    A promise in the shadows: black molasses, cinnamon bark, and glowing amber.

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  • Elli’s Song Perfume Oil

    “Most shows,” said Rukh after a time, “would end here, for what could they possibly present after a genuine unicorn? But Mommy Fortuna’s Midnight Carnival holds one more mystery yet — a demon more destructive than the dragon, more monstrous than the manticore, more hideous than the harpy, and certainly more universal than the unicorn.” He waved his hand toward the last wagon and the black hangings began to wriggle open, though there was no one pulling them. “Behold her!” Rukh cried. “Behold the last, the Very End! Behold Elli!”

    Inside the cage, it was darker than the evening, and cold stirred behind the bars like a live thing. Something moved in the cold, and the unicorn saw Elli — an old, bony, ragged woman who crouched in the cage rocking and warming herself before a fire that was not there. She looked so frail that the weight of the darkness should have crushed her, and so helpless and alone that the watchers should have rushed forward in pity to free her. Instead, they began to back silently away, for all the world as though Elli were stalking them. But she was not even looking at them. She sat in the dark and creaked a song to herself in a voice that sounded like a saw going through a tree, and like a tree getting ready to fall.

    What is plucked will grow again,
    What is slain lives on,
    What is stolen will remain —
    What is gone is gone.

    “She doesn’t look like much, does she?” Rukh asked. “But no hero can stand before her, no god can wrestle her down, no magic can keep her out — or in, for she’s no prisoner of ours. Even while we exhibit her here, she is walking among you, touching and taking. For Elli is Old Age.”

    The cold of the cage reached out to the unicorn, and wherever it touched her she grew lame and feeble. She felt herself withering, loosening, felt her beauty leaving her with her breath. Ugliness swung from her mane, dragged down her head, stripped her tail, gaunted her body, ate up her coat, and ravaged her mind with remembrance of what she had once been. Somewhere nearby, the harpy made her low, eager sound, but the unicorn would gladly have huddled in the shadow of her bronze wings to hide from this last demon. Elli’s song sawed away at her heart.

    What is sea-born dies on land,
    Soft is trod upon.
    What is given burns the hand —
    What is gone is gone.

    The horrors of entropy, death, and decay: desiccated black mosses, vetiver, bone sandalwood, olibanum, patchouli, opoponax, and ashes.

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  • EMBALMED PUMPKIN

    Embalmed Pumpkin Perfume Oil

    Pumpkin rind encased in white musk, green tea, aloe and lemon.

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  • BPAL label that says Empowering

    Empowering Perfume Oil

    A fortifying eruption of strength, courage, stamina, determination, and personal power.

    This oil includes dragon’s blood resin, red ginger, high john the conqueror root, cedar, frankincense, ambrette seed, bergamot, and hyssop.

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  • encounter with a female ghost

    Encounter with a Female Ghost Perfume Oil

    Cypress, immortelle, and white amber enveloping red spider lily petals, dragon’s blood resin, and black plum.

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  • English Magpie Eating Cake Perfume Oil

    Rubens Peale
    Vanilla sponge cake, royal icing, pudding wine, honey dust, and black fig.

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    Eostre of the Dawn Perfume Oil

    There was a woman sitting on the grass, under a tree, with a paper tablecloth spread in front of her, and a variety of Tupperware dishes on the cloth.

    She was—not fat, no, far from fat: what she was, a word that Shadow had never had cause to use until now, was curvaceous. Her hair was so fair that it was white, the kind of platinum-blonde tresses that should have belonged to a long-dead movie starlet, her lips were painted crimson, and she looked to be somewhere between twenty-five and fifty.

    As they reached her she was selecting from a plate of deviled eggs. She looked up as Wednesday approached her, put down the egg she had chosen, and wiped her hand. “Hello, you old fraud,” she said, but she smiled as she said it, and Wednesday bowed low, took her hand, and raised it to his lips.

    He said, “You look divine.”

    “How the hell else should I look?” she demanded, sweetly. “Anyway, you’re a liar. New Orleans was such a mistake—I put on, what, thirty pounds there? I swear. I knew I had to leave when I started to waddle. The tops of my thighs rub together when I walk now, can you believe that?” This last was addressed to Shadow. He had no idea what to say in reply, and felt a hot flush suffuse his face. The woman laughed delightedly. “He’s blushing! Wednesday, my sweet, you brought me a blusher. How perfectly wonderful of you. What’s he called?”

    “This is Shadow,” said Wednesday. He seemed to be enjoying Shadow’s discomfort. “Shadow, say hello to Easter.”

     

    Jasmine and honeysuckle, sweet milk and female skin.

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  • equestrienne

    Equestrienne Hair Gloss

    Blood red velvet, a crack of polished leather, rosewater, and brandy

    Illustration: vintage Moulin Rouge cabinet card.

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  • erotic paraphernalia and an incense vessel

    Erotic Paraphernalia and an Incense Vessel Atmosphere Spray

    Honeyed black musk, lotus root, blood orange, ambrette seed, mimosa, balsam, and sandalwood incense.

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    Escape From the Autumn Carnival Perfume Oil

    The scent of a burning Jack o’ Lantern up on a hill. The fog in a spider web coated hall of mirrors. The ghosts have jumped he track and The Halloween Cowboy is all around. Follow him to a special place – an Autumn Carnival. You’ll never want to leave.

    Boot leather, flaming pumpkins, hay bales, and smoke.

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    Eshe, A Vision of Life-In-Death Perfume Oil

    Moving counter-clockwise through the room, you come upon the next stage. The backdrop is shredded, and seems to have been torn in a fury. On the remaining half of the canvas, you can barely make out a faded illustration of the sun setting over a pyramid. On the center of the platform, an elaborate golden sarcophagus has been set upright and propped up towards the edge of the stage. Beside it, upon the ground, sits a hooded lantern. A woman’s image is painted on the front of the sarcophagus, and upon the gold limned body, a tale is being told in hieroglyphics: scenes of murder, carnage, and grotesque, mad passion. Although you do not know the language, the inscription upon the tomb translates within your mind, and the words burn behind your eyes as if they were written in blood and fire: “The Guardian will never part the veil for her soul. Mighty Sutekh, have pity on us all.” A thin, dark-skinned man wearing a linen loincloth climbs onto the stage. His form is frail and withered, he is impossibly old, yet his long, straight hair is as black as the night skies. With solemn, reverential gravity, he slowly moves the casket lid aside. Within the box, you see a skeletal figure wrapped in stained, ragged cloths, draped in a mauve cloth. The dark-skinned man bends low, and lights the lanterna magica. From within the glass, images begin to form, and glowing alchemical symbols cast their eerie light onto the mummy. As the lights touch the creature, the desiccated body swells, and with horrific, agonizing slowness, a woman’s form begins to appear within the wrappings. At her chest, the rotted wrappings burst, exposing sinew and the glinting white bones of her ribs. Her hands reach towards her face, and with a screech of agony and eons-long rage, she tears the gauze from her glittering black eyes.

    The perfume of life-in-death: embalming herbs, black myrrh, white sandalwood, black orchid, paperwhites, olive blossom, tomb dust, and Moroccan jasmine.

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  • Euer Narren lache ich allen, denn nur ihre Kolben tun gefallen

    Euer Narren lache ich allen, denn nur ihre Kolben tun gefallen Perfume Oil

    Heinrich Vogtherr the Younger

    The scent of denial, of looking the other way, of tolerating the intolerable: white peppercorn peering slyly through green tangerine, mandarin, mimosa, and red lotus root.

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  • eusapia

    Eusapia 2024 Perfume Oil

    The case I allude to is that of an invalid woman who belongs to the humblest class of society. She is nearly thirty years old and very ignorant; her look is neither fascinating nor endowed with the power which modern criminologists call irresistible; but when she wishes, be it by day or by night, she can divert a curious group for an hour or so with the most surprising phenomena. Either bound to a seat or firmly held by the hands of the curious, she attracts to her the articles of furniture which surround her, lifts them up, holds them suspended in the air like Mahomet’s coffin, and makes them come down again with undulatory movements, as if they were obeying her will. She increases their weight or lessens it according to her pleasure. She raps or taps upon the walls, the ceiling, the floor, with fine rhythm and cadence. In response to the requests of the spectators, something like flashes of electricity shoot forth from her body, and envelop her or enwrap the spectators of these marvellous scenes. She draws upon cards that you hold out, everything that you want – figures, signatures, numbers, sentences – by just stretching out her hand toward the indicated place.

    If you place in the corner of the room a vessel containing a layer of soft clay, you find after some moments the imprint in it of a small or a large hand, the image of a face (front view or profile) from which a plaster cast can be taken. In this way portraits of a face taken at different angles have been preserved, and those who desire so to do can thus make serious and important studies.

    This woman rises in the air, no matter what bands tie her down. She seems to lie upon the empty air, as on a couch, contrary to all the laws of gravity; she plays on musical instruments – organs, bells, tambourines – as if they had been touched by her hands or moved by the breath of invisible gnomes… This woman at times can increase her stature by more than four inches.
    —Chiaia, in a letter to Lombroso

     Pale lilacs, white tea, and candle wax.

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    Eve Perfume Oil

    Eve is eternal: in three-thousand years, she has likely traveled the length and breadth of the world, immersed in innumerable cultures throughout the ages, observing the ebb and flow of humanity and the imperishability of nature itself. Despite her age, she is the character that seems most rooted, always experiencing each moment with open eyes, always fully present.

    Her scent is one that travels through the eons: the Irish moss, yarrow, and hawthorn of the Iron Age Britons, ancient Rome’s omphacium and honey, myrrh and calamus from Egypt, the frankincense and damask roses of the Florentine Renaissance, white sandalwood from the Far East, Moroccan saffron and rose water, and a swirl of incense from the souks.

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  • evening reading

    Evening Reading Perfume Oil

    George Pauli
    Soft leather and aged paper, linen sheets, lamp oil, lavender sachets, a splash of rosewater, and a faint tendril of fading hearthsmoke.

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  • Every Sweet Thing Perfume Oil

    Honey-dripping plakous, rose petals, caramelized hazelnut, and goat’s milk

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    Evil Does Not Sleep Perfume Oil

    Evil in general does not sleep, and therefore doesn’t see why anyone else should. But Crowley liked sleep, it was one of the pleasures of the world. Especially after a heavy meal. He’d slept right through most of the nineteenth century, for example. Not because he needed to, simply because he enjoyed it.

    One of the pleasures of the world. Well, he’d better start really enjoying them now, while there was still time.

    Blackened lavender, red labdanum, sweet hops, and violet leaf.

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  • EXCLAMATIONS OF DELIGHT AND SURPRISE

    Exclamations of Delight and Surprise Perfume Oil

    Red musk, osmanthus incense, mimosa, hyacinth, red sandalwood, orris root, and red amber.

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    Execute Confession Module Perfume Oil

    White noise, isolation, interrogation: static-white musk grating against ink-black musk, black pepper, and clove.

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  • EXHAUSTED COUPLE IN THE TREASURE ROOM OF LOVE

    Exhausted Couple in the Treasure Room of Love Perfume Oil

    An effervescent lemon aldehyde with white musk, lychee, yuzu, and white tea.

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    Exodus 22:21 Perfume Oil

    Do not mistreat or oppress a foreigner, for you were foreigners in Egypt.

    Myrrh, red currant, opoponax, and blackberry.

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    Exorcist Perfume Oil

    Inspired by the character BRIAN LI SUNG.
    Christine’s lover who, in the aftermath of her violent death, becomes haunted and possessed by what he sees as the “entity” of Grendel.

    A refined lilac fougère with frankincense, labdanum, styrax, and dark musk.

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    Ezekiel 16:49 Perfume Oil

    Now this was the sin of your sister Sodom: She and her daughters were arrogant, overfed and unconcerned; they did not help the poor and needy.

    Blood musk and ashes.

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  • Ezekiel’s Vision of God

    Ezekiel’s Vision of God Perfume Oil

    Berard Picart

    Be not afraid: globules of white coconut beaming through blinding white amber and Oman frankincense.

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  • fete

    Fête Perfume Oil

    A bright, ebullient, cheerful party oil that arouses joy, enhances charisma, and fills the soul with lightness and laughter.

    Red benzoin, rose otto, carnation absolute, frankincense, lemongrass, mastic, saffron, ylang ylang, bergamot, and tangerine.

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    Fairy Bites Perfume Oil

    “It bit me!”
    “What did you expect fairies to do?”
    “I thought they did nice things.
    Like — like granting wishes.”
    “Shows what you know, don’t it?”

    Osmanthus and raw honey with lavender, chamomile, white peppermint, raspberry, honeysuckle, thyme, bergamot, and Dracula orchid.

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    Fairy Wine Perfume Oil

    Mr. Bromios had set up a wine-tent and was selling wines and pasties to the village folk, who were often tempted by the foods being sold by the folk from Beyond the Wall but had been told by their grandparents, who had got it from their grandparents, that it was deeply, utterly wrong to eat fairy food, to drink fairy water and sip fairy wine.

    An ethereal vintage, steeped with dandelion, honey, and red currants.

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    Faiza, The Lady of Serpents Perfume Oil

    Upon the next stage, a primitive cage has been erected. It is made of heavy, dark sticks bound with strips of deep brown leather. The stage is as dark as pitch, and from the shadows, you hear soft hissing, spitting, and an ominous chorus of weird rattling sounds. You approach with some trepidation, and peer between the bars. Your attention is seized by writhing forms on the straw bottom of the cage. As your eyes adjust to the gloom, you realize that the floor is seething with serpents, dark and colorful, languid and large, swift and small. You hear a sultry chuckle, and you see bright, unblinking emerald eyes staring at you from the corner of the cage. A woman crawls through the snakes, her scaled body as sinuous and lissome as the creatures that share her home. She reaches towards you languorously with her sharp-clawed hands and sighs.

    A sensual blend of twisting, exotic, serpentine oils: black amber, oakmoss, green sandalwood, bergamot, jasmine sambac, gardenia, orange pulp, black cardamom, vanilla, blackberry, black musk, blackened vanilla husk, white honey, ti leaf, and ginger.

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  • falling star

    Falling Star Perfume Oil

    Witold Pruszkowski

    Incandescent, glittering musks, pearls of sweet Florentine iris, and an indigo sigh of blue cypress, Italian bergamot, pink jasmine, cistus, white amber, mimosa, and black lilies.

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  • Falling Stars Perfume Oil

    Franz Von Stuck


    A blanket of benzoin and velvet indigo musk dotted with sparks of white musk, crystalline jasmine, yellow bergamot, and night-blooming flowers.

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    Famine Perfume Oil

    It was not surprising that she had recognized him, for his dark grey eyes stared out from his photo on the foil-embossed cover. Foodless Dieting: Slim Yourself Beautiful, the book was called; The Diet Book of the Century!

    Sleek black tea, tobacco leaf, frankincense, lilac, and white musk.

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  • FANCY PUPS

    Fancy Pups Beard Oil

    I am his Highness’ dog at Kew,

    Pray tell me sir, whose dog are you?

    ― Alexander Pope

     

    A genteel affair that presses against the constraints of common decency: tumescent black silk, pink sugared patent leather, rich tobacco leaf, sunrise papaya, and mango cream with crystalline trickles of clean pup sweat.

     

    Illustration by Maximiliano Pino

    Instagram: @jugodepapaya

    Patreon

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  • FANCY PUPS

    Fancy Pups Perfume Oil

    I am his Highness’ dog at Kew,

    Pray tell me sir, whose dog are you?

    ― Alexander Pope

     

    A genteel affair that presses against the constraints of common decency: tumescent black silk, pink sugared patent leather, rich tobacco leaf, sunrise papaya, and mango cream with crystalline trickles of clean pup sweat.

     

    Illustration by Maximiliano Pino

    Instagram: @jugodepapaya

    Patreon

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    Fascination Nail Polish

    Molten silver: the spark of one mind touching another in perfect understanding.

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  • FAUN EINER AMSEL ZUPFEIFEND

    Faun Einer Amsel Zupfeifend Perfume Oil

    Faun einer Amsel zupfeifend

    Arnold Bocklin

    A musky, sensual balsamic amber reclining on a bed of dandelions, mock strawberry, and wild grasses with a flutter of feathery black vetiver and a splotch of ink.

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  • FAUNALIA

    Faunalia 2024 Perfume Oil

    Held on December 5th, this is the festival of the Horned God of the Forest, one of the di indigetes of Rome, god of cattle, fertility, wild, untamed nature, and prophecy through dreams. The scent of a thick, starlit, unspoiled forest, with a burst of wild musk, opobalsamum, black bryony, mandragora, and hemlock.

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    Fear Monogram Pendant

    A monogram of the word FEAR was incorporated throughout the movie. It is written into the soul of Allerdale Hall, concealed within the wallpaper patterns and the wooden friezes, carved into the furniture itself. FEAR permeates every aspect of the film, nestled in the newspapers and hidden in the hems of the costumes.

    1 1/8″ square. Antiqued pewter, 18″ chain.

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    Fear Nail Polish

    Dark cyan creme, soulsick with terror.

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  • feast of fools

    Feast of Fools Perfume Oil

    Frans Floris the Elder

    Control your own fate? You can’t even control your fête! A rollicking scent that upturns hierarchies and flies in the face of conventions: cacophonous red poppy, sweet almond cream, wildflower honey, molasses, gingerbread, scarlet jasmine, red amber, lemon peel, Spanish moss, and black musk.

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  • feed me and fill me with pleasure

    Feed Me and Fill Me With Pleasure Perfume Oil

    For my heart too springs up at the pressure,

    Mine eyelids too moisten and burn;

    Ah, feed me and fill me with pleasure,

    Ere pain come in turn.

     

    Black patchouli, honey, and thick vanilla amber.

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  • Fenris Blargh Perfume Oil

    An error that cost me almost 30 ounces of Fenris Wolf. This one has been floating around for years, and I honestly can’t remember how I fucked this up.

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  • FEST DER BOGENSCHÜTZEN

    Fest der Bogenschützen Perfume Oil

    Master of Frankfurt

    A meeting of the mindless: trampled grass, crushed apples, and a flash of red currant motley.

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  • Fierce midnights and famishing morrows

    Fierce Midnights and Famishing Morrows Perfume Oil

    Seven sorrows the priests give their Virgin;

    But thy sins, which are seventy times seven,

    Seven ages would fail thee to purge in,

    And then they would haunt thee in heaven:

    Fierce midnights and famishing morrows,

    And the loves that complete and control

    All the joys of the flesh, all the sorrows

    That wear out the soul.

     

    Black plum, wild lily, and tobacco.

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  • fifteenth lash

    Fifteenth Lash

    Black leather, coal dust, scorched cedarwood, and incense ash.

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  • fig vulva

    Fig Vulva Perfume Oil

    Purple fig, almond cream, sweet Indonesian patchouli, white sandalwood, hay absolute, and guava.

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  • Figgy Woods Perfume Oil

    A scrapped prototype from a Sumerian folklore project.

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  • Film Noir Femme Fatale Experiment Perfume Oil

    Created for a shelved cinema project. A sultry amber perfume with dark berry notes and wild plum, with rosewood, tuberose, opoponax, and black honey.

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  • FILTHY PEACH PULP

    Filthy Peach Pulp Perfume Oil

    Boo, you whore. Our trampiest peach to-date: overripe peach pulp infused with red musk, sultry black velvet musk, sweet honeyed fig, frilly vanilla, balsamic amber, and raw dark patchouli.

     

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  • flaxen flame

    Flaxen Flame Perfume Oil

    Golden gusts of gilded amber and dragon’s blood heated by clove bud, white peppercorn, and allspice.

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  • Floral Still Life With Cat Perfume Oil

    Émile-Gustave Couder

    A decidedly unapologetic cacophony of shattered porcelain, rose petals, and peonies.

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  • flower moon 2024

    Flower Moon 2024 Perfume Oil

    A paean to glorious green and glistening horrors: accords of glowering baneberry, belladonna sap, manzanilla de la muerte, and bloodied flytrap fangs.

     

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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  • flower moon 2024

    Flower Moon 2024 Sticker

    A 3” x 3” high-quality die-cut vinyl sticker for sticking on all stickable things.

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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  • English Ivy Leaves and Milky Hemlock Sap
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  • FLOWERING PLUM TWIG

    Flowering Plum Twig Perfume Oil

    Plum blossoms and fruit drenched in brandy with a touch of vetiver, nutmeg, tabac, and bourbon vanilla.

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    Foolish and Vacuous Perfume Oil

    She was glad to see the back of him. When he failed to return that night she didn't even think of weeping about it. He was foolish and vacuous. She despaired of ever seeing a haunted look in his dull eyes; and what worth was a man who could not be haunted?

    A scent with no depth: a light, reedy, almost vapid take on a classic men’s fougere.

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    For the Joy of It Perfume Oil

    In prison Shadow had learned there were two kinds of fights: don’t fuck with me fights, where you made it as showy and impressive as you could, and private fights, real fights, which were fast and hard and nasty, and always over in seconds.

    “Hey, Sweeney,” said Shadow, breathless, “why are we fighting?”

    “For the joy of it,” said Sweeney, sober now, or at least, no longer visibly drunk. “For the sheer unholy fucken delight of it. Can’t you feel the joy in your own veins, rising like the sap in the springtime?” His lip was bleeding. So was Shadow’s knuckle.

    Whiskey, mead, honey, gold, sweat, and blood.

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  • Art for the Forge of Vulcan by Luca Giordano

    Forge of Vulcan Perfume Oil

    Luca Giordano

    Soot and smoke, molten metal, blood musk, red amber, and tobacco absolute.

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  • forgive us our virtues, forgive us

    Forgive Us Our Virtues, Forgive Us Perfume Oil

    Who has known all the evil before us,

    Or the tyrannous secrets of time?

    Though we match not the dead men that bore us

    At a song, at a kiss, at a crime–

    Though the heathen outface and outlive us,

    And our lives and our longings are twain–

    Ah, forgive us our virtues, forgive us,

    Our Lady of Pain.

     

    Pale frankincense, styrax, East African black patchouli, cinnamon leaf, rosewood, and palisander.

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  • Fountain with owls

    Fountain with Owls Perfume Oil

    Ferdinando Noulian

    Lustrous white eyes hovering like lanternlight: silvered musk, iris absolute, Indian sandalwood, black tea, bergamot, snowdrop, and dried fig.

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  • fourteenth lash

    Fourteenth Lash

    Cacao, scorched patchouli, roasted chestnuts, and champaca absolute.

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  • FRAU HOLLE

    Frau Holle Perfume Oil

    Frau Holle, or Holda, is the personification of the changes wrought when winter seizes the land: she rides the chill winds in her chariot, shaking out her featherbeds in order to precipitate snowfall. The rolling fog is the smoke from her hearth fire, and thunder claps when she reels her flax. Holda is a goddess of matrons, who governs spinning, domestic chores, witchcraft and witches, and the Wild Hunt. She presides over the transition of souls, both to and from this world. Though she is childless, she watches over children, and the spirits of newborns spring forth from her sacred pool. Her festival falls during midwinter, when the dead roam free. She holds court in Hörselberg, from which the Wild Hunt is issued, and all the beasts in the land heed her call.

     

    Snow-covered pines, witches herbs, bestial musk, flax, and ethereal flowers that represent both birth and death.

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  • frederic

    Frederic 2024 Perfume Oil

    For some ridiculous reason, to which, however, I’ve no desire to be disloyal,
    Some person in authority, I don’t know who, very likely the Astronomer Royal,
    Has decided that, although for such a beastly month as February, twenty-eight days as a rule are plenty,
    One year in every four his days shall be reckoned as nine and twenty.
    Through some singular coincidence – I shouldn’t be surprised if it were owing to the agency of an ill-natured fairy –
    You are the victim of this clumsy arrangement, having been born in leap-year, on the twenty-ninth of February;
    And so, by a simple arithmetical process, you’ll easily discover,
    That though you’ve lived twenty-one years, yet, if we go by birthdays, you’re only five and a little bit over!

    Alas, poor Frederic the Leapling! — bound to the merry Pirates of Penzance until his twenty-first birthday.

    As his birthday comes around only every four years, so does his scent!

    Victorian whimsy and piratical romance: a reluctant seaman’s chypre sloshed with a mix of bay rum, patchouli, amber musk, dark woods, tea rose, and red currant.

     

     

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  • french tickler

    French Tickler Perfume Oil

    Spiked for your pleasure: protrusions of pomegranate and pink peppercorn.

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  • From Whose Eyes As They Glance Flowed Love Perfume Oil

    Spun sugar, skin musk, orris butter, pale amber, whipped vanilla, and rose petals.

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  • frugiferas auruis aestas

    Frugiferas Auruis Aestas Perfume Oil

    Pieter van der Heyden

    Newly-scythed hay and spiced ale.

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  • FUCHSIA EYES

    Fuchsia Eyes Perfume Oil

    The color and scent were indistinguishable, and inescapable.

    Blood-tinged raspberries oozing into globs of blackcurrant and red plum.

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    Fuck This Heat Perfume Oil

    What global warming? Slivers of ice to cool things down, lavender and hops flower to soothe the nerves.

    Proceeds benefit getting the goddamn AC fixed in the front parlor at BPAL so Teddy and Claire don’t sweat to death and we don’t roast people alive at Lunacy.

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    Fuck You, Said the Raven Perfume Oil

    “Hey,” said Shadow. “Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are.”

    The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.

    “Say ‘Nevermore,'” said Shadow.

    “Fuck you,” said the raven.”

    Glossy black, rough, and gravelly: violet-gilded opoponax, black patchouli, myrrh, and oak leaf.

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    Funnel of Love Perfume Oil

    17-year aged black patchouli, champaca flower, cardamom bud, green coriander, Haitian vetiver, red vegetal musk, black pepper, night-blooming jasmine, and leather.

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  • GALANTHUS NIVALIS

    Galanthus Nivalis, Single Snowdrop Perfume Oil

    Mary Delany

    The season’s first snowdrop, stark white and spring green against a backdrop of black ink and myrrh resin.

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  • GALBANUM, TI LEAF, AND BALSAM
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    Game Over Perfume Oil

    Our collaboration with Erika Klash is an anime death-scene in a bottle, inspired by the signature creepy-cute style of this killer (and occasionally killed) queen.
     
    A coppery-clove, blood-tinged, cherry blossom-dappled blue cotton candy.
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  • GELT

    Gelt 2024 Perfume Oil

    A bounty of chocolate coins! Dry cocoa and golden amber!

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  • GELT

    Gelt Perfume Oil

    A bounty of chocolate coins! Dry cocoa and golden amber!

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  • Gemini Locket

    The Zodiac lockets have returned! Exquisite, elegant, and exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.

    These are heavy lockets, thick with silver, and are perfect for use as a perfume oil conduit. Dab your favorite Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab concoction onto muslin, velvet or cotton, and place the swatch inside the locket. Your body will warm the silver, and the locket will exude pure, unadulterated scent.

    The Zodiac lockets are hand cast 925 sterling silver that has been partially gold washed using a method popularized in the 19th century, and each is adorned with at least one stone corresponding to the sign the locket represents. Each locket’s bale sports one of the BPAL logos: the alchemical symbol for brimstone. Portions of the face of the lockets have been deliberately tarnished. They measure approximately 1.25″ in diameter. These lockets are heavy.
    They are not fragile, filigreed pieces; they are durable, extremely weighty with silver, and are suitable for your most adventurous airship excursions.

    These lockets are exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, and were created by and for Black Phoenix. They cannot be found anywhere else in all of Heaven and Earth.

    Each piece is hand cast.

    Our lockets come with a 24″ nickel-plated iron chain.

    The Zodiac lockets were designed by Alicia Dabney of Elements and Artifacts.

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  • gently gently

    Gently, Gently, They are Timid Perfume Oil

    Softly, softly, hear the rustle
    Of the Spirits airy wings;
    They are coming down to mingle
    Once again with earthly things,
    With their rapping, and their tapping
    Rap-tap-tap to wake our napping,
    In the restless dream of error:
    Hear the weird the Spirit brings –
    Rap-tap-tap lost friends are near you;
    Rap-tap-tap they see and hear you;
    In their mystic converse rappy
    They declare good Spirits happy.

    Gently, gently, they are timid
    If a medium is not there;
    They may leave you in delusion,
    And dissolve again to air.
    Tis no fable – beings able –
    Rap-tap-tap upon a table;
    And their language is translated,
    While the watch with guardian care
    Rap-tap-tap lost friends are near you;
    Rap-tap-tap they see and hear you;
    In their mystic converse rappy
    They declare good Spirits happy

    Spirit Rappings, lyrics by T.E. Garrett, music by W.W. Rossington

    A joyful undeath: candied orange and pink peppercorn, sugared freesia petals, vanilla bean, and white honey.

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  • ghost milk

    Ghost Milk Perfume Oil

    Goat’s milk, marshmallow, vanilla cashmere, honey dust, and white chocolate.

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  • ghosts for harris button

    Ghosts for Harris & Walz Button

    Beth made some ridiculous yard signs for her house and a couple of people asked if we could make them into pins, so here you go! 

     

    1.5″ badge

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    Ghûlheim Perfume Oil

    Ghouls do not build. They are parasites and scavengers, eaters of carrion. The city they call Ghûlheim is something they found, long ago, but did not make. No one they call knows (if anyone human ever knew) what kind of creatures it was that made those buildings, who honeycombed the rock with tunnels and towers, but it is certain that no-one but the ghoul-folk could have wanted to stay there, or even to approach that place.

    Even from the path below Ghûlheim, even from miles away, Bod could see that all of the angles were wrong — that the walls sloped crazily, that it was every nightmare he had ever endured made into a place, like a huge mouth of jutting teeth. It was a city that had been built just to be abandoned, in which all the fears and madnesses and revulsions of the creatures who built it were made into stone. The ghoul folk had found it and delighted in it and called it home.

    A dark and disjointed scent: smoke and black musk, bladderwrack, opopponax, galangal, and pepper.

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  • GINGERBREAD AND LEATHER

    Gingerbread & Leather Perfume Oil

    They ride again! Black leather, gingerbread, clove, and tobacco.

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  • GINGERBREAD GHOST

    Gingerbread Ghost Perfume Oil

    An otherworldly snack: gingerbread twisted in ivy and chilled by white iris, osmanthus, calla lily, gladiolus, lisianthus, and delphinium.

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  • GINGERBREAD HOT COCOA
  • GINGERBREAD LONDON FOG

    Gingerbread London Fog Perfume Oil

    Steeped a bit too long because I wandered off and forgot about it.

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  • GINGERBREAD MILK
  • GINGERBREAD OUD

    Gingerbread Oud Perfume Oil

    An almost grotesquely sensual, indolic cookie perfume.

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  • GINGERBREAD SNEK

    Gingerbread Snek Perfume Oil

    Gingerbread thickened with molasses and patchouli, spiced with Snake oil, and frosted with sugared vanilla bean.

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    Ginny, The Reaper of Vengeance Perfume Oil

    Sharp tobacco flower and white cognac, a thin layer of smoke, and dusty black pepper pierced by the amber of her eyes.

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    Glass Eye Perfume Oil

    “How’d you lose your eye?”

    Wednesday shoveled half a dozen pieces of bacon into his mouth, chewed, wiped the fat from his lips with the back of his hand. “Didn’t lose it,” he said. “I still know exactly where it is.”

     

    The depths of Mímisbrunnr: mugwort and frankincense, grey amber and ash.

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  • GLOWING VULVA AT RYOGOKU BRIDGE

    Glowing Vulva at Ryogoku Bridge 2024 Perfume Oil

    Cream accord, amber, teak, and lotus blossom.

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    Gnome Fracas Perfume Oil

    Wet slaps of cloudberry-clotted multekrem, fattigman crumbs, and rivulets of nisse musk.

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    Goblin Cider Perfume Oil

    A dark, earthy ginger cider.

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  • Gobo Perfume Oil

    Gobo is the natural leader of the Fraggle Five. He is an explorer, spending his days charting the unexplored (and explored-but-forgotten) regions of Fraggle Rock. Gobo is following, often quite literally, in the footsteps of his Uncle Travelling Matt Fraggle, the greatest living Fraggle explorer.

    Tangerine, lemon peel, sugared pink grapefruit, and vanilla cream.

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    God’s Own Country Perfume Oil

    “Yes, it’s still God’s Own Country,” said the announcer, a news reporter pronouncing the final tag line. “The only question is, which gods?”

    Circuit boards, cathode rays, and exhaust ramming against frankincense, myrrh, soil, and blood.

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    Goldfish Locket

    Exquisite, elegant, and exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.

    These are heavy lockets, thick with silver, and are perfect for use as a perfume oil conduit. Dab your favorite Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab concoction onto muslin, velvet or cotton, and place the swatch inside the locket. Your body will warm the silver, and the locket will exude pure, unadulterated scent.

    Each locket’s bale sports one of the BPAL logos: the alchemical symbol for brimstone. Portions of the face of the lockets have been deliberately tarnished. They measure approximately 1.2″ in diameter. These lockets are heavy.
    They are not fragile, filigreed pieces; they are durable, extremely weighty with silver, and are suitable for your most adventurous airship excursions.

    These lockets are exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, and cannot be found anywhere else in all of Heaven and Earth.

    Each piece is hand cast 925 sterling silver.

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  • good luck good luck i say

    Good Luck! Good Luck! I Say Perfume Oil

    Good  Luck! Good Luck! I say

    Be yours this

    NEW YEAR’S DAY

    May 2024 bring us all good fortune, prosperity, good health, safety, peace, and mercy.

     

    A sugared cherry chypre with red labdanum, moss, and roasted chestnut.

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  • Good Ship Venus Perfume Oil

    The third mate’s name was Morgan
    By God he was a gorgon
    From half past eight he played till late
    Upon the captain’s organ

    The rest of the lyrics are too bawdy for me to post outside of a Lupercalia warning.

    Salt-crusted wooden planks warmed by cardamom, 7-year aged patchouli, tonka bean, mace, and black pepper.

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  • Gorg’s Garden Perfume Oil

    The Fraggles raid the Gorgs’ garden for the vegetables (particularly the radishes) that they eat.

    Radishes, freshly-turned soil, and soft herbs.

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  • gossip slang and cuss words

    Gossip, Slang, and Cuss-Words Perfume Oil

    To Gossip, Slang and “Cuss-Words”

    I’ll bid a last “Adieu”

    And place a bridle on my tongue

    And thoughtless actions, too!

    Here’s to a kinder, gentler year: lavender and mallow with orris root, angelica, frosted vanilla bean, and osmanthus.

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  • GRASSHOPPER PIE

    Grasshopper Pie Perfume Oil

    A minty mousse of creme de menthe, creme de cacao, marshmallow fluff, and whipped cream in a chocolate graham cracker crust.

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  • Spooky Duets GRAVE MOSS
  • Graveyard Dirt

    Graveyard Dirt Perfume Oil

    This is the scent of pure graveyard dust, spattered with grave loam and dusted lightly with tombstone moss.

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  • GREEN MARASCHINO

    Green Maraschino Perfume Oil

    Unnaturally appealing, radiant with an unwholesome luster! Peppermint-laced preserved cherries soaking in thick lime syrup, dashed with a sliver of yuzu.

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    Green Tree Viper Perfume Oil

    Snake Oil with four mints, bergamot, and green tea.

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  • GUTTERING CANDLE

    Guttering Candle Perfume Oil

    Rivulets of beeswax, a blackened wick, and a shuddering gust of smoke

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    Gwyneth Perfume Oil

    Rose otto, tonka, orchid, Calla lily, skin musk, coconut, and Spanish sage.

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    Gynotize! Perfume Oil

    A crash course in gynotism: cherry-slapped rose musk.

    Patented 3-D Gyno-Coin not included.

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    Haark Nail Polish

    Bright, lemon yellow linear holographic filled with holo microflake and a coppery sheen.

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  • HAGSGATE

    Hagsgate Perfume Oil

    When those words were first spoken,” Drinn said, “Haggard had not been long in the country, and all of it was still soft and blooming – all but the town of Hagsgate. Hagsgate was then as this land has become: a scrabbly, bare place where men put great stones on the roofs of their huts to keep them from blowing away.” He grinned bitterly at the older men. “Crops to harvest, stock to tend! You grew cabbages and rutabagas and a few pale potatoes, and in all of Hagsgate there was but one weary cow. Strangers thought the town accursed, having offended some vindictive witch or other.”

    Molly felt the unicorn go by in the street, then turn and come back, restless as the torches on the walls, that bowed and wriggled. She wanted to run out to her, but instead she asked quietly, “And afterward, when that had come true?”

    Drinn answered, “From that moment, we have known nothing but bounty. Our grim earth has grown so kind that gardensand orchards spring up by themselves – we need neither to plant nor to tend them. Our flocks multiply; our craftsmen become more clever in their sleep; the air we breathe and the water we drink keep us from ever knowing illness. All sorrow parts to go around us – and this has come about while the rest of the realm, once so green, has shriveled to cinders under Haggard’s hand. For fifty years, none but he and we have prospered. It is as though all others had been cursed.”

    An accursed bounty: rich black soil and hay, cucumber, tomato, red lettuce, summer squash, black eggplant, arugula, grape vine, artichoke, and a tangle of herbs marred by an undercurrent of vetiver, patchouli, and black moss.

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  • Hair loosened and soiled in mid orgies

    Hair Loosened and Soiled in Mid Orgies Perfume Oil

    All shrines that were Vestal are flameless,

    But the flame has not fallen from this;

    Though obscure be the god, and though nameless

    The eyes and the hair that we kiss;

    Low fires that love sits by and forges

    Fresh heads for his arrows and thine;

    Hair loosened and soiled in mid orgies

    With kisses and wine.

     

    White honey, warm musk, and ambrette seed.

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    Hal Perfume Oil

    Saffron-infused bourbon vanilla, blackened honey, Kashmir wood, Atlas cedar, ambrette seed, hay, and Egyptian jasmine absolute.

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  • halfway to halloween

    Halfway to Halloween Perfume Oil

    These, she knew, were inappropriate thoughts to have in the springtime.


    Sweet fig and golden almond with buttery amber and a flutter of autumn leaves.

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    Halloween Cat Perfume Oil

    The tail lashed furiously, contradicting the cheerfulness of its smile.


    Cacao and coconut husk dusted on shining black fur, illuminated by electric green mandarin and raw amber.

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  • hallway of a train station

    Hallway of a Train Station Perfume Oil

    Wild plums, black tea, a splash of lilac cologne, a flutter of silk, hot iron, steel, and smoke.

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  • hamlet et les fossoyeurs

    Hamlet et les Fossoyeurs Perfume Oil

    Pascal Dagnan-Bouveret

    Enter two Clowns, with spades, &c: dried rose petals scattered among funeral cypresses, a splash of sly tonka fougere, tobacco absolute, and charred white sandalwood skulls.

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    Hammy Northern Mockingbird Perfume Oil

    A dusty, dry woody scent that manages to be surprisingly flamboyant: white sandalwood, violet leaf, orris root, cardamom pod, and Texas cedar.

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  • HANA NO MIYAKOJI

    Hana No Miyakoji Perfume Oil

    White oakmoss, plum silk, tuberose, gilded cedar, blue lotus, and red labdanum.

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  • HAND-KNITTED WITCH GLOVES

    Hand-Knitted Witch Gloves Perfume Oil

    We are gradually adjusting to the fact that in some places, it’s actually cold on Halloween! Wooly and witchy, fuzzy and scuzzy, long green fingers tipped with ruby-red nails: raw wool, sweet oakmoss, and cranberry brandy.

     

    Pictured gloves knitted by Ashton Hansen from a pattern by Kim Hamlin

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  • Hanging Johnny Perfume Oil

    They call me Hanging Johnny
    Away, boys, away!
    But I never hanged nobody
    So hang, boys, hang!

    They says I hanged my graddy
    And then I hanged my family

    They says I hanged my mother
    It is they and my brother

    I hanged a rotten liar
    But I hanged a bloody friar

    They tells I hang for money
    But hanging’s so bloody funny

    We all will hang together
    It’s all for better weather

    I’d hang to make things jolly, I’d hang all wrong and folly, we all will hang together: hemp rope, red sandalwood, and white cedar.

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  • HARD CIDER CAKE

    Hard Cider Cake 2024 Perfume Oil

    A thick, spongy white cake spiked with hard apple cider and frosted with whiskey-laden buttercream.

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  • HARD LUCK LOLLIPOP

    Hard Luck Lollipop Perfume Oil

    Each year, the organization Transanta gathers holiday wish lists from young trans, non-binary, and gender non-conforming people, setting them up with registries so that well-wishers online can provide everything they can’t count on from their family or community — including gender-affirming items which might otherwise elude them. You may more and/or donate directly here: https://www.transanta.com/

     

    You can view the wish lists here:

    https://www.instagram.com/transanta/

     

    This year’s fundraiser scent is a wish for enjoyment that transcends hard conditions: a cotton candy-flavored lollipop blessed with a pinch of grit and petrichor.

     

    Proceeds from this scent will be donated to Transanta through their fiscal sponsor, Allies in Arts, a 501(c)3 non profit.

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    Harlequin Perfume Oil

    Inspired by the character EPPY THATCHER.
    A futuristic, gothic harlequin, addicted to a heinous hallucinogen with the street name “Grendel”, who leads chaotic attacks against the corrupt Catholic Church.

    Psychotomimetic: pink grapefruit, white honey, orange blossom, saffron, champagne grape, elemi, guaiac, blonde tobacco, and olibanum.

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    Harlot Nail Polish

    Crème
    Stark, unabashed red.

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    Harper Perfume Oil

    Pale bergamot, labdanum, white incense, vanilla-tinged musk, Burmese oudh and tea rose.

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  • harvest moon

    Harvest Moon 2023 Perfume Oil

    A scarecrow’s cologne, crunchy with hay and spattered with foamy, sweet soil: a cornmeal fougere with patchouli root, clove bud, honey stout, roasted oats, fermented apple pulp, and bourbon cream.

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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    Harvest Moon 2024 Perfume Oil

    A scarecrow’s cologne, crunchy with hay and spattered with foamy, sweet soil: a cornmeal fougere with patchouli root, clove bud, honey stout, roasted oats, fermented apple pulp, and bourbon cream.

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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  • Harvest Moon Love Potion Perfume Oil

    An attraction and sensuality blend that is delightfully camouflaged as a perfume. Autumn romance personified, infused with the comfort of fall leaves and apple pulp, cacao, 7-year aged patchouli, vanilla absolute, benzoin, cubeb berries, and rose absolute.

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  • Blood Orange and Champagne
  • Campfire Smoke and Bay Rum
  • corn husk and nutmeg
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    Hastur Perfume Oil

    It wasn’t a dark and stormy night.

    It should have been, but that’s the weather for you. For every mad scientist who’s had a convienient thunderstorm just on the night his Great Work is finished and lying on the slab, there have been dozens who’ve sat around aimlessly under the peaceful stars while Igor racks up the overtime.

    But don’t let the fog (with rain later, temperatures dropping to around forty-five degrees) give anyone a false sense of security. Just because it’s a mild night doesn’t mean that dark forces aren’t abroad. They’re abroad all the time. They’re everywhere.

    They always are. That’s the whole point.

    Two of them lurked in a ruined graveyard. Two shadowy figures, one hunched and squat, the other lean and menacing, both of them Olympic-grade lurkers. If Bruce Springsteen had ever recorded “Born to Lurk,” these two would have been on the album cover. They had been lurking in the fog for over an hour now, but they had been pacing themselves and could lurk for the rest of the night if necessary, with still enough sullen menace left for a final burst of lurking around dawn.

    Finally, after another twenty minutes, one of them said: “Bugger this for a lark. He should have been here hours ago.”

    The speaker’s name was Hastur. He was a Duke of Hell.

    Smoky-sour labdanum, black patchouli, wet tobacco, and brimstone.

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  • HATMAN

    Hatman Perfume Oil

    The isolation had been dreadful, but anything was preferable to this.

    Scarlet musk, red oud, opium poppy, and tobacco absolute.

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  • Haul on the Bowline Perfume Oil

    Haul on the bowlin’, the bully ship’s a-rolling,
    Haul on the bowlin’, the bowlin’ haul!
    Haul on the bowlin’, Kitty is me darlin’.
    Haul on the bowlin’, Kitty comes from Liverpool.
    Haul on the bowlin’, it’s a far cry to payday.

    A short-haul shanty for getting the job done. A thumping chant of patchouli, tobacco absolute, black cedar, and cocoa bean.

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  • Haunted Housewife Perfume Oil

    “When mothers try to live the way our culture encourages us to, as almost literally selfless vehicles for others’ fulfillment, we become something else, something cold and hungry, something you wouldn’t want to see standing over your bed in the dark.”

    A thin, sorrowful, lonely scent: white musk and dust, elemi and white amber, carrot seed and opium tar accord.

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  • HAZELNUT LAVENDER LATTE

    Hazelnut Lavender Latte Perfume Oil

    Perk up and relax at the same time! A steamy shot of espresso spiked with hazelnut syrup and crowned with pale purple foam

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    He’d Been an Angel Once Perfume Oil

    He’d been an angel once. He hadn’t meant to Fall. He’d just hung around with the wrong people.

    Sauntering into perdition: leather and smoky musk, damask rose, incense, brimstone, and vetiver.

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    Headless Horsemen for Harris & Walz Button

    Beth made some ridiculous yard signs for her house and a couple of people asked if we could make them into pins, so here you go! 

     

    1.5″ badge

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    Headless Perfume Oil

    To the extent that it still had a mind, or a face, both glowed with an unholy menace.

     

    Black leather and brimstone alight with red peppercorn and blood amber.

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  • HEART BEET

    Heart Beet Perfume Oil

    I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
    If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

     

    You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
    But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
    And filter and fibre your blood.

     

    Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
    Missing me one place search another,
    I stop somewhere waiting for you.

    ― Walt Whitman

     

    Raw, wet beets, pulsating blood musk, and raw wild ginger.

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    Heart-Shaped Hot Tub Perfume Oil

    No jokes here: who wouldn’t love a heart-shaped hot tub? A bubbling vat of red musk, sweet red wine, benzoin, red oudh, and lush magnolia.

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  • hearth

    Hearth Perfume Oil

    Sweet pipe tobacco, cherry wood, the warm, worn leather of an easy chair and a pleasant, subtle waft of fireplace smoke.

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  • HEARTHFLAME AND INCENSE

    Hearthflame and Incense Perfume Oil

    Crackling almond wood and the deep sweet smoke of burgundy pitch, Austrian amber resin, black copal, and frankincense.

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    Hebrews 13:1-3 Perfume Oil

    Let mutual love continue. Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it. Remember those who are in prison, as though you were in prison with them; those who are being tortured, as though you yourselves were being tortured.

    Sugar blossom, cinnamon bark, and tobacco absolute.

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    Hellboy Perfume Oil

    Aftershave, candy wrappers, brimstone, and cat.

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    Heroine Perfume Oil

    Heroine is the first scent created specifically for The Hero Initiative, and the label art is by the fabulous Adam Hughes!

    Nepalese amber, East African patchouli, dark musk, apple blossom, petitgrain, aged leather, skin musk, and rhubarb.

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  • hexennacht

    Hexennacht 2024 Perfume Oil

    A Walpurgisnacht delight since 2005! The Night of the Witches. In the Teutonic calendar, April 30, not October 31, was the night that the witches congregated to celebrate their Work through ecstatic dance, wild music and revelry. The witches fêted with spirits, fairies, and a bevy of otherworldly creatures atop Brockenberg peak in the Harz region of Germany, where they lit an enormous bonfire and cavorted naked until midnight… at which point they donned their robes, boarded their brooms, flying rams and sacred goats, scooped up their cat familiars, and sped off into the night. In later days, it was believed that on this night the witches conjured the devil, who would then select one of them for his bride. This perfume is the scent of the witches’ revel: German fir and forest herbs, incense and bonfire smoke, and the wet, glimmering scent of skin warmed by dance.

     

    Art: Alexander Liezen Mayer

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    Hideous Heart Perfume Oil

    Inspired by Gris Grimly’s illustrations for the Tell-Tale Heart.

    A macabre Valentine: wild black cherries, licorice root, and cinnamon.

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  • HILDEGARD'S CAKES OF JOY

    Hildegard’s Cakes of Joy 2024 Perfume Oil

    Nutmeg (Nux muscata) has great heat and good moderation in its powers. If a person eats a nutmeg, it will open up his heart, make his judgment free from obstruction, and give him a good disposition. Take some nutmeg and an equal weight of cinnamon and a bit of cloves, and pulverize them. Then make small cakes with this and fine whole wheat flour and water. Eat them often. It will calm all bitterness of the heart and mind, open your heart and impaired senses, and make your mind cheerful. It purifies your senses and diminishes all harmful humors in you. It gives good liquid to your blood, and makes you strong. 

     

    The best grain is spelt (spelta). It is hot, rich, and powerful. It is milder than other grains. Eating it rectifies the flesh and provides proper blood. It also creates a happy mind and puts joy in the human disposition.

    – Hildegard von Bingen’s Physica, translated by Priscilla Throop

     

    A hearty, humor-balancing, cheer-inducing cake crafted with spelt, nutmeg, clove, and a dollop of honey.

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  • HILDEGARD’S CAKES OF JOY

    Hildegard’s Cakes of Joy Perfume Oil

    Nutmeg (Nux muscata) has great heat and good moderation in its powers. If a person eats a nutmeg, it will open up his heart, make his judgment free from obstruction, and give him a good disposition. Take some nutmeg and an equal weight of cinnamon and a bit of cloves, and pulverize them. Then make small cakes with this and fine whole wheat flour and water. Eat them often. It will calm all bitterness of the heart and mind, open your heart and impaired senses, and make your mind cheerful. It purifies your senses and diminishes all harmful humors in you. It gives good liquid to your blood, and makes you strong.

     

    The best grain is spelt (spelta). It is hot, rich, and powerful. It is milder than other grains. Eating it rectifies the flesh and provides proper blood. It also creates a happy mind and puts joy in the human disposition.</em>

    – Hildegard von Bingen’s Physica, translated by Priscilla Throop

     

    A hearty, humor-balancing, cheer-inducing cake crafted with spelt, nutmeg, clove, and a dollop of honey.

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    Hinzelmann Perfume Oil

    Where Hinzelmann had been standing stood a male child, no more than five years old. His hair was dark brown, and long. He was perfectly naked, save for a worn leather band around his neck. He was pierced with two swords, one of them going through his chest, the other entering at his shoulder, with the point coming out beneath the rib-cage. Blood flowed through the wounds without stopping and ran down the child’s body to pool and puddle on the floor. The swords looked unimaginably old.

    The little boy stared up at Shadow with eyes that held only pain.

    And Shadow thought to himself, of course. That’s as good a way as any other of making a tribal god. He did not have to be told. He knew.

    You take a baby and you bring it up in the darkness, letting it see no one, touch no one, and you feed it well as the years pass, feed it better than any of the village’s other children, and then, five winters on, when the night is at its longest, you drag the terrified child out of its hut and into the circle of bonfires, and you pierce it with blades of iron and of bronze. Then you smoke the small body over charcoal fires until it is properly dried, and you wrap it in furs and carry it with you from encampment to encampment, deep in the Black Forest, sacrificing animals and children to it, making it the luck of the tribe. When, eventually, the thing falls apart from age, you place its fragile bones in a box, and you worship the box; until one day the bones are scattered and forgotten, and the tribes who worshipped the child-god of the box are long gone; and the child-god, the luck of the village, will be barely remembered, save as a ghost or a brownie: a kobold.

    Shadow wondered which of the people who had come to northern Wisconsin 150 years ago, a woodcutter, perhaps, or a mapmaker, had crossed the Atlantic with Hinzelmann living in his head.

    And then the bloody child was gone, and the blood, and there was only an old man with a fluff of white hair and a goblin smile, his sweater-sleeves still soaked from putting Shadow into the bath that had saved his life.

    The luck of the tribe: black pine pitch and gouts of blood, darkness and bonfires that cast long shadows.

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    Hippie Ghost Perfume Oil

    A faded snapshot of patchouli-stained peasant blouses, soft suede boots, and smoke.

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    Hoggle Perfume Oil

    “I ain’t never been no one’s friend before.”

    Fermented pumpkin, brown leather, dust, tobacco leaf, and dark woods.

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  • HOLLOW HALLOW

    Hollow Hallow Perfume Oil

    Their ears rang with that silent echo, a spreading emptiness.

    A suffocating pumpkin kyphi soaked in dark red wine and darkened by vetiver, opoponax, and black oud.

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  • Honey Babka Perfume Oil

    Laminated dough topped with sugar syrup and streusel.

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  • HONEY SNOWBALLS

    Honey Snowballs 2024 Perfume Oil

    A splort of honey in a pile of snow.

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    Hope & Faith, The Siamese Twins Perfume Oil

    A huge crowd mills in front of the next stage. You hear the din of their voices, chattering in a Babel’s fall of languages, laughing and buzzing with a strange anticipation. As you get closer, you notice that they are wearing a motley mix of clothing from ages past… all rotting, all in shreds. In the sea of faces, all bearing a similar chalky pallor, some stand out: there is a woman in a threadbare Burgundian gown, a young man in torn breeches and sagging slops, a maiden in a dagged-sleeve houppelande that is splattered with cruor, a snarling Victorian rogue with a battered silk top hat, and a vacant-eyed man in a shredded Confederate uniform. As you make your way through the crowd, you feel cold fingers pluck at your clothing, and the hard, almost glassy skin that you brush against radiates an unnatural cold. You hear tittering sighs as you push through the gathering, and your skin prickles as you feel icy breath upon your neck. Abruptly, someone cries out, and the strange congregation begins clapping a steady rhythm. Their voices rise in a tintamar of ghastly cheers as torches flare to life. The firelight illuminates a gargantuan, shining black stake in the center of the stage. It is festooned with black ribbons, drooping moss, and viciously-colored poisonous blooms in a playful, grotesque mockery of a Maypole. Two women, clutched tightly in a brutal embrace, spin onto the stage, shaking a tambourine and clacking a hembra in time with the clapping. One is clad in violet, with violet tresses to match; the other is a vision of swirling rose. Their long, waving hair whips in manic arcs as they twirl, stomp, and pirouette around the onyx shaft. The crowd becomes more and more frenzied as the dance reaches a mad crescendo, and suddenly you realize that the two are one: they are conjoined, identical twins, bound eternally at the ribs. The violet sister, caught in the throes of the ritual’s passion, throws her head back and moans. She bares a set of gleaming white fangs and bites deeply into her sister’s neck. The rose maiden screams in joy, and returns her sister’s violent kiss as the crowd explodes into Corybantic mayhem.

    Simplicity and innocence, gleefully despoiled! Hope is sugared rose, Faith is sugared violet. The sisters are inseparable, and may only be purchased together. Presented in a velveteen pouch. $64.00.

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  • Horses Cooling Themselves in Water Perfume Oil

    Nils Kreuger

    Chestnut musk, candied fig, russet amber, sweet clove bud, pecan, and myrrh.

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  • Hot Buttered Apple Cider

    Hot Buttered Apple Cider Perfume Oil

    Sometimes we find it purely impossible to function without the kind of hot drink that leaves an oil slick in the cup. Here’s a crisp apple cider scent for those who can relate, complete with melted buttery swirl.

     

    Please note: this oil is vegan.

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  • HOT BUTTERED SNAKE OIL

    Hot Buttered Snake Oil Perfume Oil

    Who doesn’t want a hot, buttery snake? Spiced buttered rum splooshed into Snake Oil with a bit of molasses and cream.

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  • HOUSE CLEANING IN PREPARATION FOR NEW YEAR’S EVE

    House Cleaning in Preparation for New Year’s Eve Perfume Oil

    Green tea and blackcurrant with cassis, lemon peel, raspberry leaf, and white pine.

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  • house of unquenchable fire

    House of Unquenchable Fire Perfume Oil

    O garment not golden but gilded,

    O garden where all men may dwell,

    O tower not of ivory, but builded

    By hands that reach heaven from hell;

    O mystical rose of the mire,

    O house not of gold but of gain,

    O house of unquenchable fire,

    Our Lady of Pain!

     

    Glittering amber, frankincense, neroli, vanilla silk, and champaca.

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  • hunters moon

    Hunter’s Moon 2023 Perfume Oil

    A Halloween lure: the feral musk of cryptids lurking in an old growth forest peeping expectantly at a bowl of sticky-sweet caramels, toffees, chocolate bonbons, and butterscotch candies.

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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  • hunter moon

    Hunter’s Moon 2024 Perfume Oil

    I and Pangur Bán, my cat,

    ‘Tis a like task we are at;

    Hunting mice is his delight,

    Hunting words I sit all night.

     

    Better far than praise of men

    ‘Tis to sit with book and pen;

    Pangur bears me no ill-will,

    He, too, plies his simple skill.

     

    ‘Tis a merry thing to see

    At our tasks how glad are we,

    When at home we sit and find

    Entertainment to our mind.

     

    Oftentimes a mouse will stray

    In the hero Pangur’s way;

    Oftentimes my keen thought set

    Takes a meaning in its net.

     

    ‘Gainst the wall he sets his eye

    Full and fierce and sharp and sly;

    ‘Gainst the wall of knowledge I

    All my little wisdom try.

     

    When a mouse darts from its den,

    O! how glad is Pangur then;

    O! what gladness do I prove

    When I solve the doubts I love.

     

    So in peace our task we ply,

    Pangur Bán, my cat, and I;

    In our arts we find our bliss,

    I have mine, and he has his.

     

    Practice every day has made

    Pangur perfect in his trade;

    I get wisdom day and night,

    Turning darkness into light.

    – From the ninth-century Irish poem, Pangur Bán, translated by Robin Flower

    Sleek black fur, fuzzy tonka bean, bronze amber and yellow bergamot, black patchouli, honeyed chestnut, and pumpkin incense.

     

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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  • black musk and black honey
  • chestnut and patchouli
  • tonka and fossilized amber
  • white pumpkin and bergamot
  • hymn to st brigid

    Hymn to St. Brigid Perfume Oil

    Far above enthroned in glory

    Sweetest Saint of Erin’s Isle

    See thy children kneel before thee

    Turn on us a Mother’s smile.

    Sancta Mater, hear our pleading

    Faith and hope and holy love

    Sweet St. Brigid, Spouse of Jesus,

    Sent to us from Heaven above.

    Sweet St. Brigid, Erin’s children,

    Far and near o’er land and sea

    In the world and in the cloister

    Fondly turn with love to thee.

    Sancta Mater, sooth the mourner

    Shield the weary tempted soul

    Sweet St. Brigid, guide thy children

    To thy bright and happy home.

     

    A bounty of butter, honey, and sweet cream.

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    Hypatia Perfume Oil

    HYPATIA of Alexandria (c. 355 CE – 415 CE)

    Hypatia of Alexandria is the earliest woman philosopher, astronomer, and mathematician whose legacy has survived. Her teaching attracted students from wealthy and influential families, including the future bishop Synesius of Cyrene, whose letters “To the Philosopher” are some of our few primary sources about Hypatia.

    She succeeded her father, the Greek mathematician Theon, as head of his Neoplatonist school.

    After living and teaching peacefully amidst dangerous religious conflict, Hypatia drew the ire of enemies who resented the accomplishment of a woman – and hated that a “pagan” had become the era’s preeminent astronomer and mathematician.

    Math is hard.

    Bishop Cyril of Alexandria needed only to spread slanderous rumors to provide sufficient pretext for the parabalani – a violent militia of Christian monks – to savagely torture and murder an unarmed scholar. Some say they hacked her to death with clay roofing tiles; some say they wielded oyster shells. Either way, the cowards were satisfied they had silenced her.

    Following this atrocity, Hypatia’s work was disparaged and her writings were “lost.”

    Hypatia is not forgotten.

    The ancient philosopher and astronomer is memorialized on Earth (presolar meteorite fragment “Hypatia” stone), on the Moon (Hypatia crater, Rimae Hypatia), and in the heavens (main-belt asteroid 238 Hypatia).

    Synesius of Cyrene Drags Athens in a Letter to his Brother

    …may the accursed ship-captain perish who brought me here! Athens has no longer anything sublime except the country’s famous names! Just as in the case of a victim burnt in the sacrificial fire, there remains nothing but the skin to help us to reconstruct a creature that was once alive – so ever since philosophy left these precincts, there is nothing for the tourist to admit except the Academy, the Lyceum, and – by Zeus! – the Decorated Porch which has given its name to the philosophy of Chrysippus.

    Today Egypt has received and cherishes the fruitful wisdom of Hypatia. Athens used to be the dwelling place of the wise: today the beekeepers alone bring it honor.

    Rose water and a mineralic, star-dappled blend of white musk, crystalline amber, and sweet oud.

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  • I Hear America Singing Perfume Oil

    I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
    Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
    The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
    The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
    The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,
    The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
    The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
    The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
    Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
    The day what belongs to the day-at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
    Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.

    – Walt Whitman

    A bright, sparkling scent, effervescent with joy and fiery with rekindled hope: golden musk and crystalline amber with Calabrian lemon peel, ti leaf, sweet vetiver, ginger root, neroli, and lime blossom.

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  • I Know You’re Watching Me Perfume Oil

    The scent of full-blown nympho housewife hysteria: a smear of flushed, pearly skin musk splashed by a sophisticated vintage aldehyde perfume and drenched in the secretions of high-pitched arousal.

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    I Sit and Sew Perfume Oil

    I sit and sew – a useless task it seems,
    My hands grown tired, my head weighed down with dreams –
    The panoply of war, the martial tred of men,
    Grim-faced, stern-eyed, gazing beyond the ken
    Of lesser souls, whose eyes have not seen Death,
    Nor learned to hold their lives but as a breath –
    But – I must sit and sew.

    I sit and sew – my heart aches with desire –
    That pageant terrible, that fiercely pouring fire
    On wasted fields, and writhing grotesque things
    Once men. My soul in pity flings
    Appealing cries, yearning only to go
    There in that holocaust of hell, those fields of woe –
    But – I must sit and sew.

    The little useless seam, the idle patch;
    Why dream I here beneath my homely thatch,
    When there they lie in sodden mud and rain,
    Pitifully calling me, the quick ones and the slain?
    You need me, Christ! It is no roseate dream
    That beckons me – this pretty futile seam,
    It stifles me – God, must I sit and sew?

    – Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson

    Silk threads unraveling: sheer vanilla and violet leaf with jasmine sambac, white musk, and tea leaf.

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    I Will be Strange, Stout, in Yellow Stockings Perfume Oil

    I thank my stars I am happy. I will
    be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and
    cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting
    on. Jove and my stars be praised!

    — Malvolio

    Champaca absolute, lemon peel, basmati rice, smoked vanilla husk, and green tea.

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    I. The Magician Perfume Oil

    They asked St. Germain's manservant if his master was truly a thousand years old, as it was rumored he had claimed.

    “How would I know?” the man replied. “I have only been in the master’s employ for three hundred years.”

    Burmese rosewood, olibanum, benzoin, turmeric, currant leaf, and oude.

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    Ian Perfume Oil

    Y’know, for a zombie, you’re alright. A flicker of hero worship, tempered by naivety and an innately kind nature: shaggy leather, sweet rum absolute, and patchouli.

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    Ice Perfume Oil

    Devoted ruthlessness. This is the scent of razors, cold metal, icicles, and her diamond-tipped claws: eucalyptus blossom, crystalline musk, white ginger, mint, and elemi.

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  • idyll

    Idyll Perfume Oil

    Frederic Leighton
    Luminous and serene: a soft breeze of sun-kissed neroli passing over a lush bouquet of honeysuckle, osmanthus, tea rose, vanilla chiffon, and gleaming amber.

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    II. The Priestess Perfume Oil

    Her skin was pale, and her eyes were dark, and her hair was dyed black. She went on a daytime talk show and proclaimed herself a vampire queen. She showed the cameras her dentally crafted fangs, and brought on ex-lovers who, in various stages of embarrassment, admitted that she had drawn their blood, and that she drank it.

    “You can be seen in a mirror, though?” asked the talk show hostess.

    She was the richest woman in America, and had got that way by bringing the freaks and the hurt and the lost out in front of her cameras and showing their pain to the world.

    The studio audience laughed.

    The woman seemed slightly affronted. “Yes. Contrary to what people may think, vampires can be seen in mirrors and on television cameras.”

    “Well, that’s one thing you finally got right, honey,” said the hostess of the daytime talk show. But she put her hand over her microphone as she said it, and it was never broadcast.

    White sandalwood, life everlasting, nicotiana, iris pallida, and juniper berry.

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    III. The Lovers Perfume Oil

    After she was dead, she began to come to him in the night. He grew pale, and there were deep circles under his eyes. At first, they thought he was mourning her. And then, one night, he was gone.

    It was hard for them to obtain permission to disinter her, but they got it. They hauled up the coffin and unscrewed the lid. Then they prized what they found out of the box. There was six inches of water in the bottom, the iron had colored it a deep, orangish red. There were two bodies in the coffin: hers, of course, and his. He was more decayed than she was.

    Later, someone wondered aloud how both of them had fitted in a coffin built for one. Especially given her condition, he said; for she was very obviously very pregnant.

    This caused some confusion, for she had not been noticeably pregnant when she was buried.

    Still later they dug up her got one last time, at the request of the church authorities, who had heard rumors of what had been found in the grave. Her stomach was flat. The local doctor told them all that it had just been gas and bloating as the stomach swelled, The townsfolk nodded, almost as if they believed him.

    Black Phoenix’s most disquieting scent: baby’s breath and upturned soil.

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    Imp Pack: Amber Perfume Oil

    Bastet
    Luxuriant amber, warm Egyptian musk, fierce saffron and soft myrrh, almond, cardamom and golden lotus.

    Brisingamen
    A glittering mantle of rich golden notes: five ambers, soft myrtle, apple blossom and carnation.

    -Elf

    Pale golden musk, honeycomb, amber, parma violet, hawthorne bark, aspen leaf, forest lily, life everlasting, white moss, and a hint of wild berry.

    Haunted
    Soft golden amber darkened with a touch of murky black musk.

    The Little Wooden Doll
    Rose-infused amber and soft golden sandalwood.

    Tamora
    Amber, heliotrope, golden sandalwood, peach blossom and vanilla bean.

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    Imp Pack: Aquatic Perfume Oil

    Bayou
    Spanish moss, evergreen and cypress with watery blue-green notes and an eddy of hothouse flowers and swamp blooms.

    Cthulhu
    A creeping, wet, slithering scent, dripping with seaweed, oceanic plants and dark, unfathomable waters.

    Lady of Shalott
    Bold gardenia, crystalline musk, muguet, water blossoms, clear, slightly tart aquatic notes and a crush of white ginger.

    R’lyeh
    A hellishly dark aquatic scent, evocative of fathomless oceanic deeps, the mysteries of madness buried under crushing black waters, and the brooding eternal evil that lies beneath the waves.

    The Sea Foams Milk
    Milk cresting on an ocean wave.

    Sea of Glass
    A scent of inimitable purity, crystalline grace, and limitless light.

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    Imp Pack: Booze Perfume Oil

    Absinthe
    An intoxicating blend containing wormwood essence, light mints, cardamom, anise, hyssop, and the barest hint of lemon.

    Bon Vivant
    An effervescent blend of crystalline champagne notes and sweet strawberry.

    Elegba
    Contains coconut, tobacco and sweet, sugared rum.

    Grog
    Arrr! Avast ye, matey! This be the scent of pirate rum!

    Juke Joint
    Kentucky Bourbon, sugar and a sprig of mint.

    Twenty-One
    A tribute to New York’s 21 Club on West 52nd, formerly the speakeasy Jack & Charlie’s Puncheon Club. This is the scent of the perfect martini.

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    Imp Pack: Citrus Perfume Oil

    Aelopile
    Glowing amber and citrus, labdanum, verbena, cedar, and oud.

    Baobhan Sith
    Grapefruit, white tea, apple blossom and ginger.

    Carnal
    Bold, bright mandarin paired with the sweet, sensual earthiness of fig.

    Cheshire Cat
    Grapefruit, red currant, dark musk, Roman chamomile, delphinium, and lavender.

    Katharina
    A strong, willful blend with a soft, utterly lovely soul: white musk with a trickle of bright, sharp apricot and orange blossom.

    Xiuhtecuhtli
    Copal, plumeria and sweet orange and the smoke of South American incense and crushed jungle blooms.

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    Imp Pack: Conifer Perfume Oil

    Black Forest
    Thick, viscous pine with ambergris, black musk, juniper and cypress.

    Loup Garou
    Primeval in its raw power and insatiable hunger: juniper, cypress and galangal with the barest touch of eucalyptus.

    Old Demon of the First Class
    Siberian musk, black clove, opoponax, tonka, black pepper, and neroli.

    The Jersey Devil
    Pitch pine with blackberry leaf, cranberry, cedar wood and tomato leaf.

    Thanatopsis
    A deep, solomn earthen scent containing pine, juniper and musk.

    Troll
    This is a gruesome blend of ghastly greens and blacks: vetiver, pine pitch, troll musk, black basil, clove smoke, and scorched cumin.

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    Imp Pack: Earth Perfume Oil

    Burial
    The scent of upturned cemetery loam mingling with floral offerings to the dead.

    Deep in Earth
    Rose geranium, Spanish moss, Irish yew, and graveyard dirt.

    Death Cap
    A lethal poison bundled up in a dainty, innocent little package that was oft times found in ancient witches’ flying ointments and astral projection balms. A warm, soft, ruddy scent, earthy and mild.

    Greed
    Base and earthy, yet glittering with golden notes: patchouli, heliotrope, copal and oakmoss.

    Yorick
    Grave dirt, bone, decay, angel’s trumpet, and moldering scraps of shroud: the essence of finality.

    Zombi
    Dried roses, rose leaf, Spanish moss, oakmoss and deep brown earth.

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    Imp Pack: Fougère Perfume Oil

    Oberon
    Orchid, white musk, and bergamot wafting over juniper berries, with a gentle touch of soft, earthy patchouli.

    The Scales of Deprivation
    Thin, dark, and shadowed. A scent that offers no sustenance, comfort or satiety: lemon peel, white sage, frankincense, lavender fougere, sandalwood, vetiver and labdanum

    Sherlock Holmes
    A fastidiously clean scent, with a dash of pipe and cigarette tobacco. Faintly beneath, you catch the fragrance of a smear of greasepaint, a stray horsehair, and a whisper of Moroccan leather and rosin.

    Vicomte de Valmont
    Based on an 18th century gentlemen’s cologne: ambergris, white musk, white sandalwood, Spanish Moss, orange blossom, three mints, jasmine, rose geranium and a spike of rosemary.

    Famine
    Sleek black tea, tobacco leaf, frankincense, lilac, and white musk.

    Whitechapel
    White musk, lime, lilac and citron.

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    Imp Pack: Fresh Perfume Oil

    Dirty
    A fresh, crisp white linen scent: perfectly clean, perfectly breezy.

    Elf
    Pale golden musk, honeycomb, amber, parma violet, hawthorne bark, aspen leaf, forest lily, life everlasting, white moss, and a hint of wild berry.

    Kumiho
    A sharp, biting blend of crisp white tea and ginger.

    Manhattan
    A meeting of modern, sleek elegance and rich, passionate history: sheer amber, black leather, white mint, lemon peel, white tea, grapefruit, kush, teakwood and orchid.

    Neutral
    A flawless skin musk.

    Qandisa
    Black musk, blackened saffron, lemon peel, and vetiver draped over thick honey.

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    Imp Pack: Fruit Perfume Oil

    Cheshire Cat
    Grapefruit, red currant, dark musk, Roman chamomile, delphinium, and lavender.

    Croquet
    Pink lime, pink grapefruit, white nectarine, wild rose, sage, woody patchouli, bergamot, and ornery hedgehog musk.

    Lady Macbeth
    The essence of ambition, covetousness and manipulation: sweet Bordeaux wine, blood red currant, thyme and wild berries.

    Persephone
    Pomegranate and rose.

    Poisoned Apple
    A perfect, lovely, gleaming red apple whose sweetness masks a swirl of narcotic opium, oleander, and hemlock.

    Yemaya
    Melons and grapes, strewn with the petals of the flowers of motherhood, draped with sea mosses.

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    Imp Pack: Gourmand Perfume Oil

    Bliss
    A shot of pure, self-indulgent euphoria! A scent that is very, very wicked in its own way: the serotonin-slathered scent of pure milk chocolate.

    Blood Kiss
    Lush, creamy vanilla and the honey of the sweetest kiss smeared with the vital throb of husky clove, swollen red cherries, but darkened with the vampiric sensuality of vetiver, soporific poppy and blood red wine, and a skin-light pulse of feral musk.

    Cockaigne
    Milk and honey, sweet cakes and wine.

    Knave of Hearts
    Crushed roses and blackcurrant tarts.

    Miskatonic University
    The scent of Irish coffee, dusty tomes and polished oakwood halls.

    Velvet
    Envelop yourself in the soft, sensual embrace of gentle sandalwood warmed by cocoa vanilla and a veil of deep myrrh.

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    Imp Pack: Green Perfume Oil

    The Apothecary
    Tea leaf with three mosses, green grass, a medley of herbal notes, and a drop of ginger and fig.

    Ranger
    Untamed wilderness: buckskin accord with Terebinth pine, Russian birch, black ironwood, elder bark, hay, armoise, juniper, patchouli, galangal root, Spanish moss, and cabreuva.

    Druid
    Ancient trees, fertile soil, wild herbs, spring grasses, and burgundy pitch incense.

    Envy
    Green herbs slithering through mint, lime and lavender.

    Strangler Fig
    Rooty, woody, with deep green tones.

    Squirting Cucumber
    A spurt of wet, grassy greenness.

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    Imp Pack: Herbal Perfume Oil

    Baba Yaga
    Spell-soaked herbs and flowers, cold iron, broom twigs, bundles of moss and patchouli root, and moth dust.

    Apothecary
    Tea leaf with three mosses, green grass, a medley of herbal notes, and a drop of ginger and fig.

    The Dormouse
    A dizzying eddy of four teas brushed with light herbs and a breath of peony.

    Druid
    Ancient trees, fertile soil, wild herbs, spring grasses, and burgundy pitch incense.

    Leanan Sidhe
    Her perfume is a crush of Irish herbs and flowers, Gaelic mists, and nighttime dew.

    Nosferatu
    Desiccated herbs and gritty earth brought to life with a swell of robust and sanguineous red wines.

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    Imp Pack: Incense Perfume Oil

    Cairo
    The essence of holy Kyphi, beloved incense of the Egyptian Gods.

    The Caterpillar
    Heavy incense notes waft lazily through a mix of carnation, jasmine, bergamot, and neroli over a lush bed of dark mosses, iris blossom, deep patchouli and indolent vetiver.

    Cathedral
    A true ecclesiatical blend of pure resins.

    Druid
    Ancient trees, fertile soil, wild herbs, spring grasses, and burgundy pitch incense.

    Hellfire
    A swirl of pipe tobacco, hot leather, ambergris, dark musk and the lingering incense smoke from their Black Mass.

    Penitence
    A blend of pure, pious frankincense and graceful myrrh.

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    Imp Pack: Leather Perfume Oil

    The Black Rider
    Black leather, oppoponax, tobacco, and black amber.

    Bow and Crown of Conquest
    Sage, carnation and cedar with lavender, vanilla, white musk and leather.

    Fighter
    Leather, musk, blood, and steel.

    Iago
    Malevolent, dark and shadowy: sinuous black musk, wet leather and vetiver.

    Rogue
    Soft, well-worn black leather, hemp, and rosin.

    Whip
    Agony and ecstasy: black leather and damp red rose.

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    Imp Pack: Men’s Perfume Oil

    The Black Rider
    Black leather, oppoponax, tobacco, and black amber.

    Cthulhu
    A creeping, wet, slithering scent, dripping with seaweed, oceanic plants and dark, unfathomable waters.

    Dee
    English leather, rosewood and tonka with a hint of incense, parchment and soft woods.

    Iago
    Malevolent, dark and shadowy: sinuous black musk, wet leather and vetiver.

    Satyr
    Unleash the bawdy, unrestrained passion of the satyr! A ferociously masculine scent: sexual, vigorous, and truly wild.

    Vicomte de Valmont
    I promised her my eternal love, and I actually thought that for a couple of hours.

    Rake, scoundrel, demon in a frock coat. Devilishly seductive, ultimately tragic; a villain undone and redeemed by love. Based on an 18th century gentlemen’s cologne: ambergris, white musk, white sandalwood, Spanish Moss, orange blossom, three mints, jasmine, rose geranium and a spike of rosemary.

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    Imp Pack: Moss Perfume Oil

    Baba Yaga
    Spell-soaked herbs and flowers, cold iron, broom twigs, bundles of moss and patchouli root, and moth dust.

    Bayou
    Spanish moss, evergreen and cypress with watery blue-green notes and an eddy of hothouse flowers and swamp blooms.

    Bruised Violet Compound
    Crushed violets, red currant, patchouli root and spanish moss.

    Caterpillar
    Heavy incense notes waft lazily through a mix of carnation, jasmine, bergamot, and neroli over a lush bed of dark mosses, iris blossom, deep patchouli and indolent vetiver.

    Fae
    A brilliant, ethereal scent: white musk, bergamot, heliotrope, peach and oakmoss.

    Jazz Funeral
    Bittersweet bay rum, bourbon, and a host of funeral flowers with a touch of graveyard dirt, magnolia and Spanish Moss.

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    Imp Pack: Most Beloved Perfume Oil

    Alice
    Milk and honey with rose, carnation and bergamot.

    Bastet
    Luxuriant amber, warm Egyptian musk, fierce saffron and soft myrrh, almond, cardamom and golden lotus.

    Blood Kiss
    Lush, creamy vanilla and the honey of the sweetest kiss smeared with the vital throb of husky clove, swollen red cherries, but darkened with the vampiric sensuality of vetiver, soporific poppy and blood red wine, and a skin-light pulse of feral musk.

    Kyoto
    A gentle, soothing blend of cherry blossom, white sandalwood and star anise.

    Morocco
    Arabian spices wind through a blend of warm musk, carnation, red sandalwood and cassia.

    White Rabbit
    Strong black tea and milk with white pepper, ginger, honey and vanilla, spilled over the crisp scent of clean linen.

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    Imp Pack: Musk Perfume Oil

    Bien Loin D’Ici
    Red musk, benzoin, caramel accord, golden honey, and spiced Moroccan unguents.

    Czernobog
    A combination of three musks, with splashes of dark myrrh, vetiver and mullein.

    Debauchery

    A sinful, licentious scent: self-indulgent and luxurious. Mingled heady civet and red Egyptian musk, thickened with opium.

    Fenris Wolf

    The raw, untamable power of chaos. Rosewood, amber, red musk and a dribble of red sandalwood.

    Horreur Sympathique
    Blood musk, golden honey, thick black wine, champagne grapes, tobacco flower, plum blossom, tonka bean, oakmoss, carnation, benzoin, opoponax, and sugar cane.

    Sed Non Satiata
    Myrrh, red patchouli, cognac, honey, and tuberose and geranium in a breathy, panting veil over the darkest body musk.

     

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    Imp Pack: Patchouli Perfume Oil

    Anne Bonny
    A blend of Indonesian red patchouli, red sandalwood, and frankincense.

    The Coiled Serpent
    A potent yogic oil that stimulates the kundalini, provokes spiritual awakening, and releases the energy seated in your root chakra.

    Imp
    White peach, amber, golden musk and patchouli.

    Namaste
    Sandalwood, jasmine, rose, patchouli, cedarwood and lemongrass.

    The Obsidian Widow
    Pinot noir, dark myrrh, red sandalwood, black patchouli, night-blooming jasmine, and attar of rose.

    Sin
    Amber, sandalwood, black patchouli and cinnamon.

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  • Imp Pack: Pirate Perfume Oil

    Anne Bonny
    A blend of Indonesian red patchouli, red sandalwood, and frankincense.

    Grog
    Arrr! Avast ye, matey! This be the scent of pirate rum!

    Jolly Roger
    Sea spray with an undercurrent of leather, Bay Rum, and salty, dry woods.

    Mary Read
    Salt air, ocean mist, aged patchouli, sarsaparilla, watered-down rum, leather-tinged musk, and a spray of gunpowder.

    Plunder
    The scent of a pirate’s bumboat, overflowing with stolen wares: tea leaf, cassia, cinnamon bark, clove, allspice, sandalwood, tobacco, peppercorn, and nutmeg.

    Port-Au-Prince
    Dark, decadent and incomparably exotic: the rich scent of buttered rum flavored with almond, bay, clove and sassafras.

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  • Imp Pack: RPG – 2 Perfume Oil

    Artificier
    Gleaming metal, gear oil, sparking wires, shattered glass, and a blue flicker of arcane power.

    Assassin
    Supple black leather, poison-tipped daggers, and a garrote soaked in pitch.

    Berzerker
    Thick furs, strips of leather, and a blood-stained axe with crushed poplar bud and juniper.

    Monk
    Sandalwood incense, ti leaf, and honeyed saffron.

    Psionicist
    A blast of mental energy: electric white mint, eucalyptus leaf, white frankincense, and blue-white musk.

    Sorcerer
    A golden, sparking surge of raw, wild magic: waves of amber, frankincense, red cacao, blood orange, and lavender touched by demonic incense and dragon’s blood.

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  • Imp Pack: RPG – 3 Perfume Oil

    Beholder Optician
    A clear, glassy scent, translucent and blushing, that will bring your world into sharp focus: eucalyptus leaf, white amber, pink bergamot, strawberry, and sheer, crystalline vanilla musk.

    Bugbear Doula
    A nurturing blend of motherwort, angelica root, and warm russet fur splashed with chamomile tea.

    Drider Crossing Guard
    A cautious, watchful scent: earthy, dry fig, black pepper, nutmeg, and black plum tea.

    Drow Yoga Instructor
    As silent as the deepest cavern, as serene as a twilit shadow, as graceful as a spider, and as resilient as a web: wild plum, indigo lavender, and a tranquil tendril of sandalwood incense.

    Kobold Barista
    Dungeoneering is exhausting, and sometimes the watered-down ale at the local tavern just slows you down. Before you head out on your next adventure, slather yourself in this fiery brew: freshly brewed coffee with ginger, nutmeg, cardamom, black pepper, cloves, cinnamon, and cream.

    Tiefling Therapist
    A soothing, centering blend of white and red sandalwood, champaca attar, frankincense, and brimstone.

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    Imp Pack: RPG – Classes Perfume Oil

    Druid
    A woolen robe infused with the scent of a vast, primordial forest: ancient trees, fertile soil, wild herbs, spring grasses, and burgundy pitch incense.

    Fighter
    Leather, musk, blood, and steel.

    Mage
    All mystique and thrumming power: gurjum balsam, Sumatran dragon’s blood resin, olibanum, galangal, oleo gum resin, and frankincense.

    Paladin
    Immaculate white musk, sweet frankincense, bourbon vanilla, white leather, and shining armor.

    Ranger
    Untamed wilderness: buckskin accord with Terebinth pine, Russian birch, black ironwood, elder bark, hay, armoise, juniper, patchouli, galangal root, Spanish moss, and cabreuva.

    Rogue
    Soft, well-worn black leather, hemp, and rosin.

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    Imp Pack: Seven Word Story Perfume Oil

    Imp pack based on the 7 word story contest, 5ml versions found here.

    Envy
    Marble-white sandalwood, vanilla blossom, and orris root veined with whorls of ambergris accord, rose-touched with life, slowly shattering tears of bitter carrot seed and cistus.

    Gluttony
    Sea splash on murky labdanum and gleaming olibanum, veiled in lavender, diaphanous osmanthus, gilded saffron, and honey incense.

    Lust
    Chthonic incense and blood-red pomegranate.

    Pride
    A swampy blend of Spanish moss, green tea, green oakmoss, celery seed, cucumber, and murky black patchouli.

    Sloth
    Banana weighed down by blackened cacao, bourbon vetiver, and tobacco absolute.

    Wrath
    Bitter almond swirled into black patchouli, with red amber, rum absolute, and lemon peel.

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    Imp Pack: Soft Floral Perfume Oil

    Ave Maria Gratia Plena
    Rosewood with Sicilian lemon peel, red Mysore sandalwood, pale musks, sweet mountain sage and a dusting of lily, night-blooming jasmine and orris.

    Lucy’s Kiss
    The gentle scent of rose and a blend of Victorian spices

    Delight
    Frangipani, with rose, tuberose, and jasmine.

    Maiden
    White tea, carnation and Damask Rose.

    Vasilissa
    Creamy skin musk and blushing pink musk with soft sandalwood, white amber, dutiful myrrh, and star jasmine.

    Nocturne
    Deepest violet touched with lilac and tuberose.

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    Imp Pack: Spice Perfume Oil

    Al Shairan
    Clove, peach and orange with cinnamon, patchouli and dark incense notes.

    Chimera
    The fiery, volatile scent of cinnamon, thickened by myrrh, honeysuckle, and copal.

    Evil
    Smouldering opium tar, tobacco absolute, green tea, black plum, kush, ambergris accord, ambrette seed, and costus root.

    Gnome
    An explosive blend of effervescent golden ginger and black peppercorn with sarsaparilla, gurjum balsam, nutmeg, gear lubricant, and smoke.

    Inferno
    The Dark Side of Fire: cinnamon, bitter almond, and neroli. Heavily spiced, torrid, and possibly conflagrant.

    Old Demons of the First Class
    Siberian musk, black clove, opoponax, tonka, black pepper, and neroli.

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    Imp Pack: Vanilla Perfume Oil

    Eat Me
    Three white cakes, vanilla, and red and black currants.

    Belle Epoque
    “The Pretty Era”, France’s Golden Time: an age of beauty, innovation and peace in France that lasted from the 19th Century through the first World War and gave birth to the cabaret, the cancan, and the cinema as well as the Impressionist and Art Nouveau movements. Sweet opium, Lily of the Valley, vanilla, mandarin and red sandalwood.

    Good
    Shimmering celestial musk with vanilla, white honey, acacia, and sugar cane.

    Light of Men’s Lives
    The wax and smoke of millions upon millions of candles illuminating the walls of Death’s shadowy cave: some tall, straight, and strong, blazing with the fire of life, others dim and guttering.

    Lyonesse
    Golden vanilla and gilded musk, stargazer lily, white sandalwood, grey amber, elemi, orris root, ambergris and sea moss.

    Mouse’s Long and Sad Tale
    Vanilla, two ambers, sweet pea and white sandalwood.

     

     

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    Imp Pack: White Floral Perfume Oil

    The Ghost
    A thin, sinuous, creeping chill, the scent of glee-filled undeath: white iris, osmanthus, Calla lily, tomb-crawling ivy and a coffin spray of gladiolus, lisianthus and delphinium.

    Pele
    Muguet and Hawaiian white ginger enveloped by warm, damp tropical blooms.

    Seraphim
    Calla lily, wisteria, white sandalwood, Damascus rose and frankincense.

    Tavern of Hell
    White gardenia, ambergris bouquet, lavender fougere, orange blossom, melissa, tobacco flower, coriander, ebony wood, ylang ylang, absinthe and aged whiskey.

    Juliet
    Sweet pea with stargazer lily, calla lily, heliotrope, honeysuckle, white musk and a touch of fresh pear.

    Zephyr
    Lemon, lemon verbena, neroli, white musk, white florals, white sandalwood, China musk, bergamot and a drop of vanilla.

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    Imp Pack: Woody Perfume Oil

    Antikythera Mechanism
    Teakwood, oak, black vanilla, and tobacco.

    Azathoth
    Tangerine, saffron, vetiver, black amber and cedarwood.

    The Forest Reverie
    A sunlit ancient forest, dotted with wild roses, grape vine, and queenly lilies, clothed in swirls of opium smoke.

    Incantation
    A profound and entrancing potion. Deep, wispy, and unfathomably dark: vetiver, dark woods, crumbling and burnt black sandalwood and a drop of lemon rind.

    Ranger
    Untamed wilderness: buckskin accord with Terebinth, Russian birch, black ironwood, elder bark, hay, armoise, juniper, patchouli, galangal root, Spanish moss, and cabreuva.

    Yggdrasil
    Nine woods, nine leaves, and three herbs each for Ratatosk and Vidofnir, with three final herbs to placate Nidhogg.

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    ImPEACHment Perfume Oil

    A beam of hope for a happier, safer, kinder future for us all: peach and honeyed amber with frankincense, honeyed rose, white oud, apricot, and sweet musk.

    Proceeds benfit the ACLU.

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    Implacable Beautiful Tyrant Perfume Oil

    When, with flame all around him aspirant,

    Stood flushed, as a harp-player stands,

    The implacable beautiful tyrant,

    Rose-crowned, having death in his hands;

    And a sound as the sound of loud water

    Smote far through the flight of the fires,

    And mixed with the lightning of slaughter

    A thunder of lyres.

     

    Golden amber, frankincense, white ginger, and oudh.

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  • In his hands all thy cruelties thrive

    In His Hands All Thy Cruelties Thrive Perfume Oil

    Thou shalt blind his bright eyes though he wrestle,

    Thou shalt chain his light limbs though he strive;

    In his lips all thy serpents shall nestle,

    In his hands all thy cruelties thrive.

    In the daytime thy voice shall go through him,

    In his dreams he shall feel thee and ache;

    Thou shalt kindle by night and subdue him

    Asleep and awake.

     

    Gleaming black vetiver, bay laurel, opoponax, hiba wood, Spanish moss, clove, and leather accord.

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    In Templum Dei Perfume Oil

    Oman frankincense, cistus labdanum, white sandalwood, and liquidambar.

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  • In the darkness they murmured and mingled

    In the Darkness They Murmured and Mingled Perfume Oil

    And they laughed, changing hands in the measure,

    And they mixed and made peace after strife;

    Pain melted in tears, and was pleasure;

    Death tingled with blood, and was life.

    Like lovers they melted and tingled,

    In the dusk of thine innermost fane;

    In the darkness they murmured and mingled,

    Our Lady of Pain.

     

    Labdanum, black plum, black currant, violet, and champaca flower.

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  • IN THE MAZE OF BRANCHES, THE PALE FIGURE APPEARED

    In the Maze of Branches, the Pale Figure Appeared Perfume Oil

    Odilon Redon

    Haitian vetiver, green cardamom, Himalayan cedar, iris pallida, pine pitch, oak galls, and incense smoke.

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  • IN THE STUDIO

    In the Studio Perfume Oil

    Alfred Holst Tourrier

     

    Oil paint, turpentine, dusty wood planks, and pipe smoke streaming through pale amber sunbeams.

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  • In unserm Brunnen ist ein Nix Perfume Oil

    R.M. Eichler
    River reeds, fen violets, water lilies, starfruit, wild berries, lily of the valley, and climbing roses.

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  • INDESCRIBABLE SOLEMNITY AND FEAR

    Indescribable Solemnity and Fear Perfume Oil

    After all these dreams there remained on waking a remembrance of having been in a place very nearly dark, and of having spoken to people whom I could not see; and especially of one clear voice, of a female’s, very deep, that spoke as if at a distance, slowly, and producing always the same sensation of indescribable solemnity and fear. Sometimes there came a sensation as if a hand was drawn softly along my cheek and neck. Sometimes it was as if warm lips kissed me, and longer and longer and more lovingly as they reached my throat, but there the caress fixed itself. My heart beat faster, my breathing rose and fell rapidly and full drawn; a sobbing, that rose into a sense of strangulation, supervened, and turned into a dreadful convulsion, in which my senses left me and I became unconscious.

    The crescendo of a phantom’s caress: golden frankincense and cardamom smothered by honeyed kisses of labdanum, red rose, merlot, black oud, and myrrh.

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    Inez Perfume Oil

    Golden amber, vanilla musk, myrrh, cedar, carnation, and red sandalwood.

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    Insatiable Nail Polish

    The sun-bright flare of all-consuming passion: a ravenous yellow creme.

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    Insatiable Widow Perfume Oil

    Jasmine tea and lapsang souchong, white ginger, clove bud, soft lichen, osmanthus buds, green patchouli, and amber.

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  • INSULATION BOARD TOMBSTONE

    Insulation Board Tombstone Perfume Oil

    A fragrant melange of foam insulation board, PVC pipes, jigsaw grease, stone-textured spray paint, and polyurethane sealant.

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    Interfector Perfume Oil

    There are two types of vampires that humans, and often other vampires, need to be wary of: the Interfectors and the Tombeur. The Interfectors are ruthless killers, ultimate hunters who view humans as livestock. They are brutal, but not necessarily cruel, and rarely toy with their prey. Universally, Interfectors perceive their transition into the vampiric state to be an initiation into a higher state of being, not transcendent or spiritual in nature, but rather a promotion to the top of the food chain.

    Ruthless, unfeeling, and inhumanly violent: tobacco, sharp woods, frankincense, and bunn.

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  • invisible man milk

    Invisible Man Milk Perfume Oil

    Sheer musk and an exhale of evaporated milk.

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    Iris in a Vase Perfume Oil

    Marie Bracquemond


    Sugar-dusted iris petals.

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    Irish Coffee Buttercream Perfume Oil

    Today, the Trump administration announced that they will be reinstating the US military ban on transgender people. This policy not only affects the livelihoods of thousands upon thousands of transgender military personnel, but also paves the way for further acts of bigotry and hate in our government and communities.

    We are hosting an emergency fundraiser for our friends at the National Center for Transgender Equality and for the American Civil Liberties Union. The two scents that are going live are being pulled from a future coffee-themed update that was slated for 2018. I specifically chose these scents because they are cheery and uplifting – without the usual highly-specific socio-political context that we attached to many of our fundraiser scents – in the hopes that it will sell well and sell quickly so that we can be as effective as possible in helping out. Help us take an immediate stand to fight this unconstitutional, immoral, and unnecessarily cruel ban.

    Even if you choose not to make a purchase, please consider donating to or volunteering with the NCTE and / or ACLU. Stand with the transgender community, and be a compassionate and hard-working ally to all marginalized groups whose civil rights, livelihood, happiness, health and well-being are being trampled by this administration.

     

    Irish whiskey, granulated sugar, brown sugar, whipped cream, buttercream and coffee.

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  • IS HE, YOU KNOW

    Is He, You Know Perfume Oil

    Fellas, is it gay to have a skeletal system? Short answer: YES! Because the human wrist was undeniably made to flap and go “enh.”

     

    There are many theories about the historical origin of the so-called “limp wrist” gesture, which has bedeviled arbiters of masculine presentation since at least the ancient Roman times. So when we defiantly flop our phalanges, we’re reclaiming a time-honored tradition! And letting our skeletons do what they do most naturally: camp it up.

     

    Did you know the human wrist is made up of eight small bones, plus the forearm’s radius and ulna? Factor in the four small ones that comprise that lightly extended pinkie finger, and the number of bones required to execute this delicate maneuver add up to FOURTEEN. No wonder we’re always so tired.

    So defy nature if you truly must, but never forget: when bones are all that’s left of you, the wrists will be extra floppy. And we think that’s worth celebrating while you’re still alive!

    Sweet 13-year aged patchouli, peru balsam, white oakmoss, French lavender, spikenard, bourbon vanilla, and sugar cane.

    Art by Drew Rausch

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    Isaac, The Living Skeleton Perfume Oil

    To your side, you hear a man’s deep whisper, “Slowly I turned… inch by inch… step by step….” A scream interrupts him, and a roar of laughter pulses through the shadowed hall. Following the commotion, you move to the next stage. A bone-thin man moves across the stage, and sits upon an overstuffed, threadbare armchair. A battered violin is propped against the chair’s side. The audience starts to dissipate, and you realize that you must have just missed his performance. Relaxing, he reclines lazily, and as the light falls on his face, you come to realize that he is truly skeletal: a thin membrane of skin covers most of his body, but in many places, bone is completely exposed. He winks at you, and chuckles at your obvious discomfiture. The sweet smoke from his cigar touches your senses, and you hear the soft clink of the ice as he swirls the bourbon in his tumbler.

    “Late for the show, are ya, friend? I’ll tell you a quick one, and then you’d best skedaddle. I have better things to do than sit here and be gawked at all night.” He takes a swig from his tumbler.

    “A man goes to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist says, ‘I think you’re crazy.’ The man says, ‘I want a second opinion.’ The psychiatrist shrugs and says, ‘Alright, you’re ugly, too.’”

    His attention is diverted by a scantily clad woman in the audience beside you, and he leers at her. “Hello, nurse!” he growls, and leans towards her lecherously. “How’s about you come back to my dressing room, and I show you my stamp collection?”

    Bourbon, black tobacco tar, dry bone, bay rum aftershave, and sleazy cologne.

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  • it jittered out of the woods

    It Jittered Out of the Woods Perfume Oil

    It had done (perhaps too well) exactly what it was made to do.


    Corn husks and freshly uprooted gourds in a rustle of twigs, dead oak leaves, and a faint whiff of myrrh.

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    Iulia, L’Artiste du Diable Perfume Oil

    A chittering buzz rises from a small crowd that has gathered around an opulent velvet-draped tent. Some are fidgeting impatiently; others try in vain to peep within the tent. Within moments, a slim, stunningly handsome man emerges from the entryway to the sound of gasps and scattered applause. His face is lit with fierce joy, and he bows almost smugly to the assemblage. Grabbing a flirtatious blonde from the mob, he kisses her in a rush of mad passion, his arm encircles her waist, and he leads her directly to a nearby opium den. The crowd disperses, and curiosity pulls you forward. You push open the fringed, beaded tent-flap and enter the dimly-lit room. A lovely, voluptuous redhead stands before an ornate antique easel. Her luminous alabaster skin and the phosphorescence emanating from her paintbrush seem to be the only source of light. As you adjust to the gloom, you see that the walls are covered with atrocities: an exhibit of dissolution. The myriad canvases show men and women in various stages of rot and decay, a panoply of indulgence, teeth set in fury, mouths leering in lust, hands grasping greedily.

    The scarlet woman turns her gleaming sightless eyes towards you and, in a husky, compelling voice, she speaks:

    “Why let the years tear at your youthful splendor? Why let the mark of your sins stain your fine features? Will you let the cold, creeping grasp of time and the toil of temptation mar your visage? Why should the pleasures of our flesh wreak such havoc?”

    She leans in close to you and whispers, “Let me capture your soul on this canvas in oil and blood, and you will be beautiful forever.”

    White tea, sugar cane, orange blossom, rockrose, lemon balm, white mint, and honey.

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    Jaawi Perfume Oil

    Sweet Indonesian patchouli, red benzoin, champaca attar, French lavender, coconut husk, bay leaf, tobacco absolute, lime, and honey.

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    Jareth Perfume Oil

    “I ask for so little.
    Just let me rule you…
    and you can have everything that you want.

    Just fear me…
    …love me…
    …do as I say and I will be your slave.”

    Ethereal lilac fougere and gleaming leather with ti leaf, tonka absolute, white musk, and oudh.

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    Jasmine Cottage Perfume Oil

    She’d rented the cottage furnished, which meant that the actual furniture was the special sort you find in these circumstances and had probably been left out for the dustmen by the local War on Want shop. It didn’t matter. She didn’t expect to be here long.

    If Agnes was right, she wouldn’t be anywhere long. Nor would anyone else.

    Camellia, jasmine, heather, orange blossom, osmanthus, wisteria, thyme, angelica, freesia, granny’s nightcap, and English wildflowers.

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    Jeweled Spider Nail Polish

    A base the color of sweet dark coffee with a shimmer that runs throughout this trickster, shifting from red to green.

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    Jiaolong Perfume Oil

    Sugared coffee bean, black musk, and sugar cane.

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    Jiggery Pokery Perfume Oil

    King vs Burwell

    The Court’s next bit of interpretive jiggery-pokery involves other parts of the Act that purportedly presuppose the availability of tax credits on both federal and state Exchanges. Ante, at 13-14.

    I dunno. “Jiggery Pokery” just felt like it needed a whimsical scent attached to it, so here’s some pink pepper cotton candy with a sliver of orange peel and a hint of vanilla cream.

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    JK Men Are Very Good LOL Perfume Oil

    What a piece of worke is a man! how Noble in
    Reason? how infinite in faculty? in forme and mouing
    how expresse and admirable? in Action, how like an Angel?
    in apprehension, how like a God?
    The beauty of the world, the paragon of animals—and yet,
    to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me-
    nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.

    Due to the way Facebook’s hate-speech algorithms work, casual observations such as “Men are trash” or “Men are scum” end up being treated with the same gravity as words meant to attack and harass marginalized communities.Vanity Fair has covered exactly how this came to pass, and why they won’t be changing them anytime soon.

    As a small business that has always drawn inspiration from the historical, the erotic, the political, the esoteric, we have frequently run afoul of Facebook’s policies. Iironic, isn’t it, considering the horrifying abuses that still pass muster by the site’s standards – which larger companies, foreign countries, and yes, certain MEN seem to effortlessly circumvent?

    And we’re not alone: our nightlife friends The Nobodies’ event page for their upcoming showcase of drag king talent, playfully entitled “Men Are Trash,” was deleted almost immediately, eliciting a warning from the website.

    Their solution was to create a new event entitled “JK MEN ARE VERY GOOD LOL.” But this too ended up being deleted, and as a consequence of back-to-back “hate speech” violations, the group’s entire Facebook presence was removed.

    So… what is a man, exactly? And what is it possible to say about him? We really, honestly couldn’t tell you. Would Hamlet’s comment “Man delights not me” end up getting deleted? Will our posts promoting this scent?

    At least we’ll all be in great company in Facebook jail.

    Pipe tobacco, leather, mid-century aftershave, a belt of bourbon and a grassy smear of mud from a fairway divot.

    Proceeds from this scent will be donated to NYC’s Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center.

    Follow The Nobodies on YouTube

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    Job 31:32 Perfume Oil

    The stranger did not lodge in the street; but I opened my doors to the traveler.

    Rahat lokum, bitter almond, wild fig, and roasted hazelnuts.

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    John Locke Perfume Oil

    JOHN LOCKE of England and France and England and Holland and England (1632 CE – 1704 CE)

    English philosopher John Locke was a Great Thinker.

    As with many a Great Thinker, sometimes his brilliant ideas tilted at each other, and sometimes the luminous heart of his theories of property (you are not property! you own yourself! and your labor!) proved inadequately lit – anyway, not enough to enlighten his investment in the shady business of capturing and enslaving people.

    Locke could be bracingly independent. He upended convention by growing less conservative and less authoritarian with age.

    In his era, the political waters could be choppy (adj. “variable, tumultuous, filled with beheadings”), and from time to time he was obliged to flee. He fled to France (1675-1679). He fled to Holland (1683-1689).

    The Father of Liberalism’s ideas about natural rights and the social contract inspired many other flawed Great Thinkers, among them the framers of the Declaration of Independence and the U.S. Constitution.

    To this day, we continue to perfect the ideas John Locke advocated: government by consent of the people, individual rights, tolerance, scientific and evidence-based inquiry, liberty, and reason.

    John Locke was a Virgo.

    New opinions are always suspected, and usually opposed, without any other reason but because they’re not already common.

    A blend of 17th century grooming products and some Sexy Virgo Philosopher Leather Action: lavender pomade, a splash of Carmelite water, tonka bean, and a well-worn strop.

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    John Watson Perfume Oil

    I know, my dear Watson, that you share my love of all that is bizarre and outside the conventions and humdrum routine of everyday life.

    Tweed and crisp linen, lime-tinged aftershave, the sleek steel and oil of a well-cared for service revolver, and the echo of a Jezail bullet shell.

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  • JOLLY

    Jolly Perfume Oil

    The tone of her reply was lower than expected, and more demanding.

    Pumpkin cream, caramel-coated marshmallow, crushed candy corn, lemon peel, and belladonna honey.

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  • JOVIAL TENGU MAKING LOVE TO FOUR WOMEN

    Jovial Tengu Making Love to Four Women Perfume Oil

    Pink carnation, clove bud, pink peonies, Tahitian vanilla, sweet amber, and opium poppy accord.

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    Judgmental Longhorn Perfume Oil

    He knows what you’ve been up to. Sweet tonka, smoked vanilla, benzoin, labdanum, amber, hay absolute, cacao absolute, and soft brown musk.

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    June 23, 1868 Perfume Oil

    True love renewed by night in an English garden: moonflower, Nottingham catchfly, Casablanca lily, evening primrose, night-blooming cereus, Queen of the Night, muted by the sepia tones of tonka, tobacco absolute, bourbon vanilla, and costus.

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  • JUNE GLOOM

    June Gloom 2024 Perfume Oil

    A boon for all who long for dismal, dark days, shivering sheets of rain, grey skies, and chill air: a bouquet of bright summer flowers dampened by the scent of morning mist and rain.

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    Just Before Penetration Perfume Oil

    Pink fig and guava soaked in vanilla cream.

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    Kaidan Perfume Oil

    Youngest of The Paradigm, when Kaidan recites the ghost stories of Japanese legend, she brings their spectral warriors to life.

    Rosehip, plum blossom, white sandalwood, jonquil, and amber-laden incense.

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    Kamau Kogo Perfume Oil

    Almond milk, coconut husk, and sweat-salted skin.

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    Kataniya, The Clockwork Woman Perfume Oil

    The sound of metal smashing metal jars your ears, and you follow the cacophony to the next stage. The backdrop is painted with streaks of lightning, and you see that an iron sign hangs above it, now broken, pounded into pieces, possibly by a hammer or mallet. Despite the damage, you can still make out the words that have been burned into its face:

    Property of Pygmalion Industries, LLC

    A slender, willowy blonde is facing the sign, looking up at it thoughtfully. She reaches up, and with unbelievable strength, speed, and fury, pounds the sign with her fists until it is an unrecognizable mess, and it falls to the ground with a thunderous crash. She turns, and you realize that this is no creature born of woman: she is half human, half machine. Her exposed stomach shows brass and copper gears, and her joints are girded with steel. You see that her hands are covered in blood as she reaches towards a large burlap sack on the floor, picks it up, and tosses it at your feet. It lands with a sickening wet splat. She locks her gaze on yours, and her hollow, mechanical voice murmurs, “I am no man’s property.”

    Gentle flowers over hot metal, shocked to life.

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    King Cobra Perfume Oil

    Snake Oil with orris, white frankincense, and black copal.

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    King Haggard Perfume Oil

    His eyes were the same color as the horns of the Red Bull. He was taller than Schmendrick, and though his face was bitterly lined there was nothing fond or foolish in it. It was a pike’s face: the jaws long and cold, the cheeks hard, the lean neck alive with power.

    Dry cedar, bitter balsam, and ashes.

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    Kit Perfume Oil

    Immersed in his (eternal) life’s work, holding on to his memories, suffused with a love of life and literature, Kit’s scent is soft and dry as bone: Mysore sandalwood  a tattered and patched 16th century waistcoat, inkstained, still scented with the marjoram and benzoin dry perfumes of his youth.

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  • KNAVE OF PUMPKINS

    Knave of Pumpkins Perfume Oil

    Crushed roses, red currant, and pumpkin tarts.

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    Knucklebones Perfume Oil

    You hear a clatter on the ground behind you, and a small bleached bone smacks against your foot. Cloaked in shadows between the tents, three men crouch playing knucklebones. Distress clouds the face of one of the men, while another bursts into a wicked smile and the last one sighs in relief. Scooping up his winnings and shaking his head, the victor makes a soft ‘tsk’ noise as he reaches towards the loser’s chest, positioning his hand over the man’s heart. Pressing forward, his hand moves through cloth, flesh, muscle, and bone to extract the beating organ. Tossing the heart onto the ground, he says to you, “Mind handing me those bones, buddy? I’ve got a game to run here.”

    Black musk, bay rum, lime fougere, orange blossom water, gin, and tobacco.

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  • Koi no Yatsufuji

    Koi No Yatsufuji Perfume Oil

    Red musk chypre draped in silk cords, abalone accord, black tea, frankincense, polished teakwood, plum leaf, and cognac.

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  • Krampus 2024

    This scent is anything BUT jolly! Draped with chains and bells, wielding both whip and rod, this rag-clad, horned, red-skinned, soot-covered leering creature is both the companion and the antithesis of rosy-cheeked and ebullient Kris Kringle. He is called by many names, and, in a myriad of cultures, he is seen with different robes and faces, but he is nevertheless always a sinister and fearsome instrument of Santa’s wrath: he wields a switch on all irredeemably naughty children before tossing them into his large black sack and whisking them away.

    Be good, or Krampus will toss you in a river! Sinister red musk, black leather, dusty rags, and wooden switches.

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    Krampus Kreme Latte

    If you don’t have access to fresh Krampus Kreme, store-bought is fine! Here’s a warm draught for the naughty-listers: hazelnuts, almonds, and coffee beans sweetened with heavy cream froth and honey and spiced with ginger, black pepper, black cardamom, and cacao.

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    Krampus Perfume Oil

    Happy SEVENTEENTH ANNIVERSARY to our Krampus perfume!

     

    This scent is anything BUT jolly! Draped with chains and bells, wielding both whip and rod, this rag-clad, horned, red-skinned, soot-covered leering creature is both the companion and the antithesis of rosy-cheeked and ebullient Kris Kringle. He is called by many names, and, in a myriad of cultures, he is seen with different robes and faces, but he is nevertheless always a sinister and fearsome instrument of Santa’s wrath: he wields a switch on all irredeemably naughty children before tossing them into his large black sack and whisking them away.

    Be good, or Krampus will toss you in a river! Sinister red musk, black leather, dusty rags, and wooden switches.

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    Kroenen Perfume Oil

    Shining black leather, gleaming metal, labdanum, and myrrh.

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  • LAURORE

    L’aurore Perfume Oil

    Adolphe-Alexandre Lesrel
    A softly glowing floral aldehyde streaked with somnolent lavender, ambrette, purple rose, vanilla bean, pink cognac, violet leaf, woad, muguet, black currant bud, and sheer musk.

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    L’Heure Verte Perfume Oil

    Recoiling, you back away from the dicing. A large tent striped in many shades of green grabs your attention, and you walk towards it. You peer inside the open tent flap and see a room crowded with people in various stages of profound intoxication. Tables are littered with glasses filled with thick, cloudy emerald liquid, and candlelight glints on discarded silver spoons. The scent of spilled absinthe, opium smoke, lilac blossoms, and rose water permeates the stifling air of the tent. As you close the tent flap and turn to leave, you see a scantily clad server bend close to a rugged laborer that is sitting slumped in a sagging chair. A low velvety voice voice asks, “Another drink for you, Monsieur Lanfray?”

    Spilled absinthe, scorched sugar cubes, opium smoke, lilac blossoms, and rose water.

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  • L'YERRES, EFFET DE PLUIE

    L’Yerres, effet de pluie Perfume Oil

    Gustave Caillebotte

    Horse chestnut leaves, rain-kissed, drift gently on the moss-green river’s flow.

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    La Nuit Perfume Oil

    Auguste Reynaud
    A midnight sea of blackcurrant, wild plum, black hellebore silk, night blooming jasmine, and lilac incense, dotted with glittering specks of honeyed clove, elemi, Tahitian ginger, and muguet.

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    La Ofrenda Perfume Oil

    Saturnino Herrán

    Marigold petals, oakmoss, and copal resin.

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  • Lady Amalthea Perfume Oil

    Molly Grue had taken the white girl’s head onto her lap, and was whispering over and over, “What have you done?” The girl’s face, quiet in sleep and close to smiling, was the most beautiful that Schmendrick had ever seen. It hurt him and warmed him at the same time. Molly smoothed the strange hair, and Schmendrick noticed on the forehead, above and between the closed eyes, a small, raised mark, darker than the rest of the skin. It was neither a scar nor a bruise. It looked like a flower.

    A luminous white winter musk with lilac, wisteria, white chocolate, white mint, and tuberose

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    Lady Death: Savage Perfume Oil

    Lady Death in all her savage glory: an unrelenting supernatural warrior witch!

    White musk, grey amber, Calabrian bergamot, vanilla absolute, French labdanum, styrax, wormwood, caraway, and bois de jasmin.

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    Lady Liberty Perfume Oil

    “Lady Liberty.” said Wednesday. “Like so many of the gods that Americans hold dear, a foreigner. In this case, a French woman, although, in deference to American sensibilities, the French covered up her magnificent bosom on that statue they presented to New York. Liberty,” he continued, wrinkling his nose at the used condom that lay on the bottom flight of steps, toeing it to the side of the stairs with distaste – “Someone could slip on that. Break their necks,” he muttered, interrupting himself. “Like a banana peel, only with bad taste and irony thrown in.” He pushed open the door, and the sunlight hit them. The world outside was colder than it had looked from indoors: Shadow wondered if there was more snow to come. “Liberty,” boomed Wednesday, as they walked to his car, “is a bitch who must be bedded on a mattress of corpses.”

    Blood, rust, and hope, dim with the patina of pain and struggle: cast iron, copper, gold, and steel with a cluster of French perfume and American wildflowers, a fleck of dried blood, and a sliver of saddle leather.

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  • Lady of Saintonge Perfume Oil

    Another story in which the human being suffers from the wound inflicted on the wer-wolf concerns a fine lady of Saintonge, who used to wander at night in the forests in the shape of a wolf. One day she caught her paw in a trap set by the hunters. This put an end to her nocturnal wanderings, and afterwards she had to keep a glove on the hand that had been trapped, to conceal the mutilation of two of her fingers.

     

    Perfumed black silk encasing a mangled, blood-spattered talon of white sandalwood, ivory accord, and inky fur.

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    Lady Una Perfume Oil

    “Why, you are crying.”

    She said nothing. Dunstan pulled her toward him, wiping ineffectually at her face with his big hand; and then he leaned into her sobbing face, and, tentatively, uncertain of whether or not he was doing the correct thing given the circumstances, he kissed her, full upon the burning lips.

    There was a moment of hesitation, and then her mouth opened against his, and her tongue slid into his mouth, and he was, under the strange stars, utterly, irrevocably, lost.

    Honey musk, green tea leaf, blackberry leaf, vanilla bean, and fae spices.

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    Lamia Perfume Oil

    ‘And you said you’d pay me for being your guide. And it’s what I want, as my payment. Warmth. Can I have some?’ Anything she wanted. Anything. The honeysuckle and the lily of the valley wrapped around him, and his eyes saw nothing but her pale skin and her dark plum-bloom lips and her jet black hair.

    Deadly elegance: pale orchid, vanilla amber, black currant, white peach, champaca, coconut, Arabian myrrh, Burmese vetiver, and oude.

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    Laura Nail Polish

    Pale gray lilac glowing with a shifting sheen that morphs from purple to blue to red.

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    Laura Perfume Oil

    There was something he wanted to say to Laura, and he was prepared to wait until he knew what it was. The world slowly began to lose light and color. Shadow’s feet were going numb, while his hands and face hurt from the cold. He burrowed his hands into his pockets for warmth, and his fingers closed about the gold coin.

    He walked over to the grave.

    “This is for you,” he said.

    Several shovels of earth had been emptied onto the casket, but the hole was far from full. He threw the gold coin into the grave with Laura, then he pushed more earth into the hole, to hide the coin from acquisitive grave diggers. He brushed the earth from his hands and said, “Good night, Laura.” Then he said, “I’m sorry.”

    Violets, upturned earth, mothballs, formaldehyde (mixed with glycerin and lanolin), and the memory of the taste of strawberry daiquiris suspended in twilight.

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  • LAUREL WREATH

    Laurel Wreath Perfume Oil

    Crown of Apollo, instrument of Pythian divination, symbol of higher learning: bay laurel and calamus gilded with fossilized amber.

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  • LAVENDER APRON

    Lavender Apron Perfume Oil

    A sturdy but soft lavender cotton twill, lightly flour- and sugar-dusted, with deep pockets full of kitchen mysteries.

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  • LAVENDER AVOCADO TOAST

    Lavender Avocado Toast Perfume Oil

    A toasted slice from the middle of a springy, oaty loaf blessed with a rich green schmear and sprinkled with lemon juice and lavender sea salt.

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  • LAVENDER BROWNIE

    Lavender Brownie Perfume Oil

    A chewy-edged brownie that gently bites back, studded with cacao nibs and lavender baking morsels

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  • LAVENDER COCONUT CREAM PIE

    Lavender Coconut Cream Pie Perfume Oil

    Billows of lavender-tinged whipped cream luxuriating on a silky bed of coconut custard.

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  • LAVENDER EARL GREY COOKIES

    Lavender Earl Grey Cookies Perfume Oil

    A bitter, tea-stained ache soothed by softly herbaceous sugar cookies.

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  • LAVENDER FIGGY PUDDING

    Lavender Figgy Pudding Perfume Oil

    We won’t go until we get some! Dense and chewy, lively with spices and sticky with figs boiled in wine, decorated with pomegranate seeds and dried lavender petals.

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  • LAVENDER HONEY CAKE

    Lavender Honey Cake Perfume Oil

    Every crumb sticks to the fork: a dense, lightly-spiced cake glazed in raw honey gathered from bees who thrive on lavender nectar.

     

    [This blend is vegan!]

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  • Lavender Kitchen Mouse WEB

    Lavender Kitchen Mouse Perfume Oil

    Lavender cotton candy fur and vanilla popcorn balls, sent skittering out of the kitchen with a good-natured wave of our polished wood rolling pin.

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  • LAVENDER LEMON BAR

    Lavender Lemon Bar Perfume Oil

    Ribbons of thick curd cooling in a crust flecked with crystallized purple buds.

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  • LAVENDER LUSSEKATTER

    Lavender Lussekatter Perfume Oil

    A gently floral twist on the famous Swedish saffron buns baked for the feast day of St. Lucia, their curly S-shapes baked golden.

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  • LAVENDER PLUM GALETTE

    Lavender Plum Galette Perfume Oil

    A mouth-watering mixture of glistening plum wedges and ground almonds, enfolded in flaky crust and drizzled with lavender sea-salted caramel.

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  • LAVENDER PRICKLY PEAR SHAVED ICE

    Lavender Prickly Pear Shaved Ice Perfume Oil

    Runnels of darkly translucent purple syrup sinking into a dome of creamy-fine snow scrapings.

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  • LAVENDER ROSEMARY BAGUETTE

    Lavender Rosemary Baguette Perfume Oil

    Perfectly crusty and yeasty with a pillowy-soft interior, sprinkled with lavender sea salt and brushed with herbed olive oil.

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  • Lavender Silk Sheet Ghost

    Lavender Silk Sheet Ghost Perfume Oil

    A sleek, seductive eternal slumber: silky ripples of spectral lavender cascading around the labdanum-shadowed absence of a living being.

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    Le Lethe Nail Polish

    Metallic Pearl
    An indolent, sultry shade of red.

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  • LEAF SPIRITS

    Leaf Spirits Perfume Oil

    The cost of protection proved to be more than any one person could pay. 


    Smoky vetiver, flaming sparks of black pepper, clove, and nutmeg, charred wood, and dark amber.

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  • Leave Her, Johnny Perfume Oil

    Oh the times are hard and the wages low
    Leave her, Johnny, leave her
    Oh the times are hard and the wages low
    And it’s time for us to leave her.

    Oh my old mother she wrote to me
    ‘My dear son, come home from sea.’

    It was rotten meat and weevilly bread
    ‘You’ll eat or starve,’ the Old Man said.

    I thought I heard the Old Man say
    ‘You can go ashore and collect your pay.’

    It’s time for us to say goodbye
    For the old pierhead is drawing nigh.

    Leave her, Johnny, leave her
    Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her
    The voyage is done and the winds don’t blow
    And it’s time for us to leave her.

    A sailor’s love song to her ship: Laotian oud, white cedarwood, sweet black patchouli, spiced rum, blackened fig, and coconut.

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  • LEISURELY SWIM

    Leisurely Swim Perfume Oil

    Freshwater lichen, osmanthus absolute, yuzu, blonde tobacco, frankincense, pink apple, a waft of incense, and green tea.

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  • LEMON PEEL, FRANKINCENSE, AND MASTIC
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    Lemon-Scented Sticky Bat Perfume Oil

    …last week Maddy woke me up early in the morning.

    “Daddy,” she said, “There’s a bat on the kitchen window.”

    “Grumphle,” I said and went back to sleep.

    Soon, she woke me up again. “I did a drawing of the bat on the kitchen window,” she said, and showed me her drawing. For a five year old she’s a very good artist. It was a schematic of the kitchen windows, showing a bat on one of the windows.

    “Very nice dear,” I said. Then I went back to sleep.

    When I went downstairs…

    We have, instead of dangling fly papers, transparent strips of gluey clear plastic, about six inches long and an inch high, stuck to the windows on the ground floor. When they accumulate enough flies, you peel them off the window and throw them away.

    There was a bat stuck to one. He was facing out into the room. “I think he’s dead,” said my assistant Lorraine.

    I peeled the plastic off the window. The bat hissed at me.

    “Nope,” I said. “He’s fine. Just stuck.”

    The question then became, how does one get a bat (skin and fur) off a fly-strip. Luckily, I bethought me of the Bram Stoker award. After the door had fallen off (see earler in this topic) I had bought some citrus solvent to take the old glue to reglue the door on.

    So I dripped citrus solvent onto the grumpy bat, edging him off the plastic with a twig, until a lemon-scented sticky bat crawled onto a newspaper. Which I put on the top of a high woodpile, and watched the bat crawl into the logs. With any luck he was as right as rain the following night…

    Sticky-sweet iced lemon sugar!

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  • Leo Locket

    The Zodiac lockets have returned! Exquisite, elegant, and exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.

    These are heavy lockets, thick with silver, and are perfect for use as a perfume oil conduit. Dab your favorite Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab concoction onto muslin, velvet or cotton, and place the swatch inside the locket. Your body will warm the silver, and the locket will exude pure, unadulterated scent.

    The Zodiac lockets are hand cast 925 sterling silver that has been partially gold washed using a method popularized in the 19th century, and each is adorned with at least one stone corresponding to the sign the locket represents. Each locket’s bale sports one of the BPAL logos: the alchemical symbol for brimstone. Portions of the face of the lockets have been deliberately tarnished. They measure approximately 1.25″ in diameter. These lockets are heavy.
    They are not fragile, filigreed pieces; they are durable, extremely weighty with silver, and are suitable for your most adventurous airship excursions.

    These lockets are exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, and were created by and for Black Phoenix. They cannot be found anywhere else in all of Heaven and Earth.

    Each piece is hand cast.

    Our lockets come with a 24″ nickel-plated iron chain.

    The Zodiac lockets were designed by Alicia Dabney of Elements and Artifacts.

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  • LES PASSADES

    Les Passades Perfume Oil

    Aubrey Beardsley

    A heady swish of black velvet patchouli, ambre noir, silken musk, and bourbon vanilla.

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  • Let America Be America Again Perfume Oil

    Let America be America again.
    Let it be the dream it used to be.
    Let it be the pioneer on the plain
    Seeking a home where he himself is free.

    (America never was America to me.)

    Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed-
    Let it be that great strong land of love
    Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
    That any man be crushed by one above.

    (It never was America to me.)

    O, let my land be a land where Liberty
    Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
    But opportunity is real, and life is free,
    Equality is in the air we breathe.

    (There’s never been equality for me,
    Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

    Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
    And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

    I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
    I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
    I am the red man driven from the land,
    I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
    And finding only the same old stupid plan
    Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

    I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
    Tangled in that ancient endless chain
    Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
    Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
    Of work the men! Of take the pay!
    Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

    I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
    I am the worker sold to the machine.
    I am the Negro, servant to you all.
    I am the people, humble, hungry, mean-
    Hungry yet today despite the dream.
    Beaten yet today-O, Pioneers!
    I am the man who never got ahead,
    The poorest worker bartered through the years.

    Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
    In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
    Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
    That even yet its mighty daring sings
    In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
    That’s made America the land it has become.
    O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
    In search of what I meant to be my home-
    For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
    And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
    And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
    To build a “homeland of the free.”

    The free?

    Who said the free? Not me?
    Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
    The millions shot down when we strike?
    The millions who have nothing for our pay?
    For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
    And all the songs we’ve sung
    And all the hopes we’ve held
    And all the flags we’ve hung,
    The millions who have nothing for our pay-
    Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

    O, let America be America again-
    The land that never has been yet-
    And yet must be-the land where every man is free.
    The land that’s mine-the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME-
    Who made America,
    Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
    Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
    Must bring back our mighty dream again.

    Sure, call me any ugly name you choose-
    The steel of freedom does not stain.
    From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
    We must take back our land again,
    America!

    O, yes,
    I say it plain,
    America never was America to me,
    And yet I swear this oath-
    America will be!

    Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
    The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
    We, the people, must redeem
    The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
    The mountains and the endless plain-
    All, all the stretch of these great green states-
    And make America again!

    – Langston Hughes

    O, let America be America again – the land that never has been yet: waving green grasses, purple-hued amber, smoked sandalwood, bay rum, clove bud, cardamom, and black pepper.

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    Leviticus 27:19 Perfume Oil

    ‘Cursed is anyone who withholds justice from the foreigner, the fatherless or the widow.’ Then all the people shall say, ‘Amen!’

    Agarwood smoke, coffee bean, Sumatran benzoin, cedarwood, and nutmeg.

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    Libertine Nail Polish

    Crème
    Perfect, utterly debauched burgundy.

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  • Libra Locket

    The Zodiac lockets have returned! Exquisite, elegant, and exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.

    These are heavy lockets, thick with silver, and are perfect for use as a perfume oil conduit. Dab your favorite Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab concoction onto muslin, velvet or cotton, and place the swatch inside the locket. Your body will warm the silver, and the locket will exude pure, unadulterated scent.

    The Zodiac lockets are hand cast 925 sterling silver that has been partially gold washed using a method popularized in the 19th century, and each is adorned with at least one stone corresponding to the sign the locket represents. Each locket’s bale sports one of the BPAL logos: the alchemical symbol for brimstone. Portions of the face of the lockets have been deliberately tarnished. They measure approximately 1.25″ in diameter. These lockets are heavy.
    They are not fragile, filigreed pieces; they are durable, extremely weighty with silver, and are suitable for your most adventurous airship excursions.

    These lockets are exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, and were created by and for Black Phoenix. They cannot be found anywhere else in all of Heaven and Earth.

    Each piece is hand cast.

    Our lockets come with a 24″ nickel-plated iron chain.

    The Zodiac lockets were designed by Alicia Dabney of Elements and Artifacts.

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  • LICK IT WITH CONSENT

    Lick it With Consent 2024 Perfume Oil

    A sugar-crusted vanilla peppermint stick!

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    Lick it With Consent Perfume Oil

    A sugar-crusted vanilla peppermint stick!

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  • Lightning Strikes Cinema Perfume Oil

    The scent of sitting in a darkened theater in a rainstorm circa 1935, marveling at the alchemy that transforms scribbled words into specters of light, shadow, and sound: dripping umbrellas, a nicotine haze clinging to musty velvet curtains, camphorous vapors rising from strips of hot celluloid.

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  • Lightning Strikes Literature Perfume Oil

    The incendiary moment when a human hand snatches fire from the gods of creativity and channels it onto the page: a lightning storm stirred with beeswax candle smoke, yellowing notebooks, and pools of India ink.

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  • Lightning Strikes the Future Perfume Oil

    Iconic images that ripple through decades of culture and counter-culture, forming an exquisite corpse of horror, glamour, intellectual discourse, and feminist rage that rises to meet the challenges of humanity’s increasingly uncertain fate. The ultimate lab experiment: streaks of feral red musk twining in a double-helix around a pulsing, electrified core of fossilized amber, erupting from a glimmering pool of reactor coolant.

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    Ligur Perfume Oil

    “What’s this Crowley like?” said Ligur.

    Hastur spat. “He’s been up here too long,” he said. “Right from the Start. Gone native, if you ask me. Drives a car with a telephone in it.”

    Ligur pondered this. Like most demons, he had a very limited grasp of technology, and so he was just about to say something like, I bet it needs a lot of wire, when the Bentley rolled to a halt at the cemetery gate.

    Dry olibanum, black moss, soggy ti, khus, and opoponax.

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    Lily, The Prostitute Perfume Oil

    Heady blossoms of jasmine, white gardenia, and magnolia sharpened by neroli, given a voluptuous depth by red patchouli, oakmoss, and cedar.

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  • Limitations Perfume Oil

    The subtlest strain a great musician weaves,
    Cannot attain in rhythmic harmony
    To music in his soul. May it not be
    Celestial lyres send hints to him? He grieves
    That half the sweetness of the song, he leaves
    Unheard in the transition. Thus do we
    Yearn to translate the wondrous majesty
    Of some rare mood, when the rapt soul receives
    A vision exquisite. Yet who can match
    The sunset’s iridescent hues? Who sing
    The skylark’s ecstasy so seraph-fine?
    We struggle vainly, still we fain would catch
    Such rifts amid life’s shadows, for they bring
    Glimpses ineffable of things divine.

    – Henrietta Cordelia Ray

    Dusk-purple jasmine and wild plum, orris absolute, honeysuckle, red mandarin, and benzoin.

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  • A vintage-looking photograph of an old-fashioned pen and inkwell with text reading "Letters to a Nasturtium A Lover Muses"

    Lines to a Nasturtium (A Lover Muses) Perfume Oil

    Anne Spencer

    Flame-flower, Day-torch, Mauna Loa,
    I saw a daring bee, today, pause, and soar,
    Into your flaming heart;
    Then did I hear crisp, crinkled laughter
    As the furies after tore him apart?
    A bird, next, small and humming,
    Looked into your startled depths and fled…
    Surely, some dread sight, and dafter
    Than human eyes as mine can see,
    Set the stricken air waves drumming
    In his flight.
     
    Day-torch, Flame-flower, cool-hot Beauty,
    I cannot see, I cannot hear your flutey;
    Voice lure your loving swain,
    But I know one other to whom you are in beauty
    Born in vain:
    Hair like the setting sun,
    Her eyes a rising star,
    Motions gracious as reeds by Babylon, bar
    All your competing;
    Hands like, how like, brown lilies sweet,
    Cloth of gold were fair enough to touch her feet.
    Ah, how the sense reels at my repeating,
    As once in her fire-lit heart I felt the furies
    Beating, beating.
     
    Hair like the setting sun, eyes a rising star, and a heart fire-lit: golden amber, warm nutmeg, cardamom pod, tolu balsam, sweet patchouli, vanilla absolute, wildflower honey, lovage root, and cacao.

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    Lips Full of Lust and Laughter Perfume Oil

    O lips full of lust and of laughter,

    Curled snakes that are fed from my breast,

    Bite hard, lest remembrance come after

    And press with new lips where you pressed.

     

    Red musk, wildflower honey, elemi, tangerine, and mint.

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    Lithe and Lascivious Regret Perfume Oil

    Thou wert fair in the fearless old fashion,

    And thy limbs are as melodies yet,

    And move to the music of passion

    With lithe and lascivious regret.

    What ailed us, O gods, to desert you

    For creeds that refuse and restrain?

    Come down and redeem us from virtue,

    Our Lady of Pain.

     

    Blackberry hops, blackened raspberry gum, purple chypre, and myrrh.

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    Little Sister is Watching You Perfume Oil

    A voice on the airwaves: electric, aldehydic cherry blossom.

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    Liz Perfume Oil

    A light, feminine vanilla floral perfume and a swirl of smoke and leather.

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    Looming Spectre of Inutterable Horror Perfume Oil

    Arizona vs United States

    We are not talking here about a federal law prohibiting the States from regulating bubble-gum advertising, or even the construction of nuclear plants. We are talking about a federal law going to the core of state sovereignty: the power to exclude.

    The Court opinion’s looming specter of inutterable horror-“[i]f §3 of the Arizona statute were valid, every State could give itself independent authority to prosecute federal registration violations:-seems to me not so horrible and even less looming.

    If securing its territory in this fashion is not within the power of Arizona, we should cease referring to it as a sovereign State.

    Wherein Scalia channels Lovecraft: raw frankincense and tobacco absolute with Russian leather, blackened champaca, bitter clove, red patchouli, bourbon vanilla and petitgrain.

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    Lordy Perfume Oil

    For the folksy FBI agent in your life. Reminiscent of a classic 1950’s men’s cologne with a shuffle of paper, a briefcase-snap of black leather, and yesterday’s cold coffee.

    Proceeds benefit the American Civil Liberties Union.

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  • Love Let Her Perfume Oil

    The act of creating Ephemera gives us the ability to stop time.

     

    Velvet-pink carnations with tea roses, peonies, and rose sandalwood with a whiff of candlesmoke

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  • LOVERS AMONG LILACS

    Lovers Among Lilacs Perfume Oil

    Marc Chagall
    Soft, sweet bourbon vanilla and sensuous benzoin nestled in a haven of lilac blooms.

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    Low Key Lyesmith Perfume Oil

    “Cigarette, sir?”

    “No, thank you.”

    “You don’t mind if I do?”

    “Go right ahead.”

    The driver used a Bic disposable lighter, and it was in the yellow light of the flame that Shadow saw the man’s face, actually saw it for the first time, and recognized him, and began to understand.

    Shadow knew that thin face. He knew that there would be close-cropped orange hair beneath the black driver’s cap, cut close to the scalp. He knew that when the man’s lips smiled they would crease into a network of rough scars.

    “You’re looking good, big guy,” said the driver.

    “Low Key?” Shadow stared at his old cellmate warily.

    Prison friendships are good things: they get you through bad places and through dark times. But a prison friendship ends at the prison gates, and a prison friend who reappears in your life is at best a mixed blessing.

    “Jesus. Low Key Lyesmith,” said Shadow, and then he heard what he was saying and he understood. “Loki,” he said. “Loki Lie-Smith.”

    “You’re slow,” said Loki, “but you get there in the end.” And his lips twisted into a scarred smile and embers danced in the shadows of his eyes.

     

    Black clove and cassia flung onto glowing cinders and mingled with slow-dripping poisons.

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    Luke 10:25-37 Perfume Oil

    On one occasion an expert in the law stood up to test Jesus. “Teacher,” he asked, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?”

    “What is written in the Law?” he replied. “How do you read it?”

    He answered, “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind'[c]; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.'”

    “You have answered correctly,” Jesus replied. “Do this and you will live.”

    But he wanted to justify himself, so he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”

    In reply Jesus said: “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he was attacked by robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, brought him to an inn and took care of him. The next day he took out two denarii[e] and gave them to the innkeeper. ‘Look after him,’ he said, ‘and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.’

    “Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?”

    The expert in the law replied, “The one who had mercy on him.”

    Jesus told him, “Go and do likewise.”

    Go and do likewise: golden amber and saffron, white sandalwood, and clove.

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    Lullaby Nail Polish

    The bright cerulean of a cradle-song.

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  • Luna Azul Perfume Oil

    Ted’s interpretation.

     

    The ephemeral romance, the fleeting affair: frankincense and blackcurrant, caramelized black amber, and motia attar.

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    Lychee Vulva Perfume Oil

    Lychee, pink peppercorn, rosehip tea, pink peonies, angelica, and ylang ylang.

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    Mad Sweeney Nail Polish

    Four leaf clover green filled with gold shimmer and gold to bronze to silver mulitchromatic flake.

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    Mad Sweeney Perfume Oil

    “Coin tricks is it?” asked Sweeney, his chin raising, his scruffy beard bristling. “Why, if it’s coin tricks we’re doing, watch this.”

    He took an empty glass from the table. Then he reached out and took a large coin, golden and shining, from the air. He dropped it into the glass. He took another gold coin from the air and tossed it into the glass, where it clinked against the first. He took a coin from the candle flame of a candle on the wall, another from his beard, a third from Shadow’s empty left hand, and dropped them, one by one, into the glass. Then he curled his fingrs over the glass, and blew hard, and several more golden coins dropped into the glass from his hand. He tipped the glass of sticky coins into his jacket pocket, and then tapped the pocket to show, unmistakably, that it was empty.

    “There,” he said. “That’s a coin trick for you.”

    Barrel-aged whiskey and oak.

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    Madame Tracy Perfume Oil

    Newt had been amazed to find that Madam Tracy was a middle-aged, motherly soul, whose gentleman callers called as much for a cup of tea and a nice chat as for what little discipline she was still able to exact.

    A coquettish blend of tea rose, ume blossom, geranium, lily of the valley, violet, and heliotrope.

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    Madrigal Perfume Oil

    Vous me baisez comme une soeur:

    Ces baisers sont pleins de douceur;

    Mais souffrez que je les condamne.

    Je ne suis qu’un mortel, ô[&ocirc;] nouvelle Diane,

    Pourquoi me traitez-vous ainsi qu’un Apollon?

    Je serai trop heureux du sort d’Endimion.

     

    You kiss me like a sister,

    Kisses filled with sweetness;

    Yet you must allow me to condemn them,

    For I’m only mortal, my Diane;

    Why treat me like Apollo great?

    I’d be so happy with Endymion’s fate.

    – Pauline de Simiane

    Sweet, sorrowful, doomed longing: somnambulic lavender, wild plum, Siamese benzoin, and sugared opium tar.

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  • Magic, Do As You Will Perfume Oil

    Cully smiled impatiently, and Jack Jingly dozed, but it startled the magician to see the disappointment in Molly Grue’s restless eyes. Sudden anger made him laugh. He dropped seven spinning balls that had been glowing brighter and brighter as he juggled them (on a good evening, he could make them catch fire), let go all his hated skills, and closed his eyes. “Do as you will,” he whispered to the magic. “Do as you will.”

    It sighed through him, beginning somewhere secret — in his shoulderblade, perhaps, or in the marrow of his shinbone. His heart filled and tautened like a sail, and something moved more surely in his body than he ever had. It spoke with his voice, commanding. Weak with power, he sank to his knees and waited to be Schmendrick again.

    I wonder what I did. I did something.

    He opened his eyes. Most of the outlaws were chuckling and tapping their temples, glad of the chance to mock him. Captain Cully had risen, anxious to pronounce that part of the entertainment ended. Then Molly Grue cried out in a soft, shaking voice, and all turned to see what she saw.

    The ecstasy of magic and the power of transformation: frankincense, guggul gum, mastic, onycha accord, styrax, and deep purple fruits.

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  • make a face

    Make a Face Perfume Oil

    What was the harm in trying? Everything would go back to normal by morning.


    A surrealist swirl of ethereal yellow bergamot, white pomegranate rind, lemon peel, and white musk.

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  • Malinconia Perfume Oil

    Domenico Fetti

    The thief of joy: Oman frankincense, fossilized amber, white patchouli, champaca orchid, ambergris accord, myrrh resin, violet leaf, orris root, age-stained paper, chrysanthemum, and pale tendrils of smoke.

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  • Mama Gein Perfume Oil

    “So there went Augusta, another woman crushed into nothing by a man’s world. It had happened to millions before her, and has happened to millions since.”

    Crushed baby’s breath dusted with baby powder.

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    Mama-Ji Perfume Oil

    Shadow saw the old woman, her dark face pinched with age and disapproval, but behind her he saw something huge, a naked woman with skin as black as a new leather jacket, and lips and tongue the bright red of arterial blood. Around her neck were skulls, and her many hands held knives, and swords, and severed heads.

    Spices, cardamom, nutmeg, and flowers.

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    Man With a Haunted House for a Head Perfume Oil

    Peering out through the sagging shutters, he waited for guests to arrive.


    Creaking oak floorboards coated in dust. A trembling sandalwood spiderweb writhes with long-buried memories.

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  • MAPLE PIE

    Maple Pie Perfume Oil

    Maple syrup, brown sugar, molasses, and sea salt.

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  • MARBLE WREATH

    Marble Wreath Perfume Oil

    Fear not, for even judgments which seem written in stone will succumb to the passage of time, softened by persistent exposure to the tireless elements, gradually ceding ground to monuments of the new age. A memorial garland of white sandalwood streaked with lapsang souchong, chilled vanilla, and benzoin.

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    Marcilla Perfume Oil

    Blue lilac, lily of the valley, golden musk, beeswax, white ginger, bergamot, green tea, and nectarine.

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    Marguerite Perfume Oil

    Rose, rose geranium, myrrh, ylang ylang, French gardenia, tuberose, red sandalwood, and palmarosa.

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  • Mari Lwyd

    Mari Lwyd 2024 Perfume Oil

    An echo of the rites of Rhiannon, the Great Queen and Mother of Horses, the Mari Lwyd is a Midwinter tradition in Wales. The beribboned Grey Mare travels door to door with her entourage, seeking permission to wassail and initiate a contest of wit: the pwnco, a battle of improvised verses filled with good-natured ridicule set to song. If the Mari party were victorious, they were invited into the home to partake of ale and cakes and provide entertainment for the family.

     

    Welsh cakes and ale with a smattering of dried lavender.

     

    Art by Pierre-Eugène Grandsire, 1867

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  • MARI LWYD

    Mari Lwyd Perfume Oil

    An echo of the rites of Rhiannon, the Great Queen and Mother of Horses, the Mari Lwyd is a Midwinter tradition in Wales. The beribboned Grey Mare travels door to door with her entourage, seeking permission to wassail and initiate a contest of wit: the pwnco, a battle of improvised verses filled with good-natured ridicule set to song. If the Mari party were victorious, they were invited into the home to partake of ale and cakes and provide entertainment for the family.

    Welsh cakes and ale with a smattering of dried lavender.

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    Marian Perfume Oil

    I don’t belong here.

    A respectable, virtuous vintage musk smeared with blood and spiked with the coppery scent of fear.

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    Marianne Perfume Oil

    Red musk, bergamot, black currant, mimosa, orchid, patchouli, and lotus root.

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    Marina Perfume Oil

    When I was born:
    Never was waves nor wind more violent.

    A waving wet haze of blue and green: blackberry wine and soft oudh, cashmere woods, iris pallida, sea salt, and turquoise musk.

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  • MARLBOROUGH PIE

    Marlborough Pie Perfume Oil

    Apple custard with sherry and lemon zest.

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  • Masquerade Tote Bag

    Potions within, potions without! Fortunately, black canvas renders most perfume spills imperceptible…

    14″ x 16″, bottom expands to 5″
    Art by Harry Clarke

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    Mastermind Perfume Oil

    Inspired by the character HUNTER ROSE.
    The first of the Grendel legacy, a stylish, best-selling author who leads a double life as a relentless assassin and all-powerful mob overlord.

    An elegant cologne of olibanum, opoponax, leather accord, black amber, bois de jasmine, cade wood, pale balsam, orange blossom, oudh, black plum, bourbon vanilla, and sandalwood.

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    Matthew 18:10 Perfume Oil

    See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that in heaven their angels always see the face of my Father who is in heaven.

    Wool-warm red sandalwood, coconut, strawberry, and blackcurrant.

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    Matthew 18:6 Perfume Oil

    But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.

    White sandalwood, honey, and champaca.

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    Matthew 25:34-36 Perfume Oil

    Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Enter, you who are blessed by my Father! Take what’s coming to you in this kingdom. It’s been ready for you since the world’s foundation. And here’s why:

    I was hungry and you fed me,
    I was thirsty and you gave me a drink,
    I was homeless and you gave me a room,
    I was shivering and you gave me clothes,
    I was sick and you stopped to visit,
    I was in prison and you came to me.’

    Olibanum, labdanum, spikenard, cade, cardamom pod, and olive blossom.

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    Media Perfume Oil

    Waiting for them in front of the motel was a woman Shadow did not recognize. She was perfectly made-up, perfectly coiffed. She reminded him of every newscaster he’d ever seen on morning television sitting in a studio that didn’t really resemble a living room.

    “Lovely to see you,” she said. “Now, you must be Czernobog. I’ve heard a lot about you. And you’re Anansi, always up to mischief, eh? You jolly old man. And you, you must be Shadow. You’ve certainly led us a merry chase, haven’t you?” A hand took his, pressed it firmly, looked him straight in the eye. “I’m Media. Good to meet you. I hope we can get this evening’s business done as pleasantly as possible.”

     

    A news anchor’s cologne, a soap star’s perfume: perfect, pixelated, and glamorous; aglow with cathodes and anodes, coated with phosphor. “I offered you the world,” she said. “When you’re dying in a gutter, you remember that.”

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  • MEDIEVAL FOOL BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL

    Medieval Fool Breaking the Fourth Wall Perfume Oil

    Bute Master

    Addressing you directly, dear reader, with this important message: NYAHHHH!! Cheeky blackcurrant against a backdrop of scorched goat’s milk, festooned with ribbons of scarlet musk, dried plum, and sweet rose-infused amber.

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  • MELANCHOLY FIRE

    Melancholy Fire Perfume Oil

    Between these passionate moments there were long intervals of commonplace, of gaiety, of brooding melancholy, during which, except that I detected her eyes so full of melancholy fire, following me, at times I might have been as nothing to her.

    A luminous cold flame: chilled bergamot, Ceylon cinnamon, white clove bud, amber, and incense smoke.

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    Melisande, the Puppet Mistress Perfume Oil

    Behind the diminutive stage, the puppet mistress stands, a pale and grinning Professor, the Lady of Chaos. Her hands are tangled in web-like strings; a swazzle peeks through her violet lips. Behind her, you see a wavering image, with all the vague haziness of a mirage: a leaping coyote, a flame-haired and scarred Norseman, a glittering golden spider, a laughing monkey, a leering satyr, a shadowy flutist, and an African youth dressed in black and red.

    Jasmine sambac, dark musk, violet water, vanilla bean and mimosa.

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  • MELON CREAM CAKE

    Melon Cream Cake Perfume Oil

    Whipped cream squished between luscious layers of pale green sponge, topped with hunks of syrup-glazed honeydew.

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  • Meme Rat

    Meme Rat Perfume Oil

    2025 will mark ten years of notoriety for this epitome of rodent excellence, whose motivations remain relatable to this day. This perfume oil is our contribution to Pizza Rat’s decennial anniversary: a squeaky black tomato musk.

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    Meskhenet, The Vulture Maiden Perfume Oil

    The ringing of a gong seizes your attention, and you follow the sound to the next stage. It is empty, devoid of any backdrop, and the platform is dark. A haze blankets your vision, like heat radiating off of the desert floor. You hear the sound of hands clapping a steady rhythm, and within moments, the haze begins to coalesce into the forms of a troupe of ghostly women, clad in linen shifts. Their wraithlike hands pluck at the strings of translucent zithers and harps, shake spectral sistrums, and their pallid lips blow upon ethereal flutes. The music that they play is discordant, otherworldly, and seems to be at once a funeral dirge and a paean to life: a triumphant lamentation. As the sound swells, you hear the beating of wings in the distance, and a keen, a siren’s ululation, joins the haunting melody. As the song reaches its eerie crescendo, a beautiful winged woman alights on the stage, summoned by the phantom song. Her skin is dusky brown, and the vigor of her youthful body seems in conflict with the depth of grief reflected in her eyes. Her wings spread out behind her in morbid majesty, and she takes flight. Her dance is, itself, a visible act of mourning, and is almost sensual in its sorrow.

    Frankincense, hyssop, hibiscus, river reeds, orris root, palm frond, and olibanum.

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  • Midnight Marzipan

    Midnight Marzipan Perfume Oil

    A Winter Solstice gourmand: a ground almond snowpack glistening under a chilly scattering of sugar-bright stars, standing out against a night sky of the darkest cacao.

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  • MIDNIGHT MASS

    Midnight Mass 2024 Perfume Oil

    I will wash my hands among the innocent; and will compass thy altar, O Lord: That I may hear the voice of thy praise: and tell of all thy wondrous works. I have loved, O Lord, the beauty of thy house; and the place where thy glory dwelleth. Take not away my soul, O God, with the wicked: nor my life with bloody men: In whose hands are iniquities: their right hand is filled with gifts.

     

    But as for me, I have walked in my innocence: redeem me, and have mercy on me. My foot hath stood in the direct way: in the churches I will bless thee, O Lord.

     

    In Roman Catholic tradition, the Christmas season begins liturgically on Christmas Eve, though it is forbidden to celebrate the Christmas Mass before midnight. The most devout attend Midnight Mass, celebrating both the Eucharist and the drama of the Nativity.

     

    This perfume is a traditional Roman Catholic sacramental incense, most often used during a Solemn Mass. Traditionally, five tears of this incense, each encased individually in wax that has been fashioned into the shape of a nail, are inserted into the paschal candle. This is, of course, represents the Five Wounds of Our Risen Savior. Symbolically, the burning of the incense signifies spiritual fervor, the fragrance itself inspires virtue, and the rising smoke carries our prayers to God.

     

    Credo in unum Deum, Patrem omnipotentem, factorem caeli et terrae, visibilium omnium et invisibilium.

     

    Et in unum Dominum Iesum Christum, Filium Dei unigenitum, et ex Patre natum ante omnia saecula. Deum de Deo, Lumen de Lumine, Deum verum de Deo vero, genitum non factum, consubstantialem Patri; per quem omnia facta sunt. Qui propter nos homines et propter nostram salutem descendit de caelis. Et incarnatus est de Spiritu Sancto ex Maria Virgine, et homo factus est. Crucifixus etiam pro nobis sub Pontio Pilato, passus et sepultus est, et resurrexit tertia die, secundum Scripturas, et ascendit in caelum, sedet ad dexteram Patris. Et iterum venturus est cum gloria, iudicare vivos et mortuos, cuius regni non erit finis.

     

    Et in Spiritum Sanctum, Dominum et vivificantem, qui ex Patre procedit. Qui cum Patre et Filio simul adoratur et conglorificatur: qui locutus est per prophetas. Et unam, sanctam, catholicam et apostolicam Ecclesiam. Confiteor unum baptisma in remissionem peccatorum. Et expecto resurrectionem mortuorum, et vitam venturi saeculi. Amen.

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    Midnight Mass Perfume Oil

    I will wash my hands among the innocent; and will compass thy altar, O Lord: That I may hear the voice of thy praise: and tell of all thy wondrous works. I have loved, O Lord, the beauty of thy house; and the place where thy glory dwelleth. Take not away my soul, O God, with the wicked: nor my life with bloody men: In whose hands are iniquities: their right hand is filled with gifts.

     

    But as for me, I have walked in my innocence: redeem me, and have mercy on me. My foot hath stood in the direct way: in the churches I will bless thee, O Lord.

     

    In Roman Catholic tradition, the Christmas season begins liturgically on Christmas Eve, though it is forbidden to celebrate the Christmas Mass before midnight. The most devout attend Midnight Mass, celebrating both the Eucharist and the drama of the Nativity.

     

    This perfume is a traditional Roman Catholic sacramental incense, most often used during a Solemn Mass. Traditionally, five tears of this incense, each encased individually in wax that has been fashioned into the shape of a nail, are inserted into the paschal candle. This is, of course, represents the Five Wounds of Our Risen Savior. Symbolically, the burning of the incense signifies spiritual fervor, the fragrance itself inspires virtue, and the rising smoke carries our prayers to God.

     

    Credo in unum Deum, Patrem omnipotentem, factorem caeli et terrae, visibilium omnium et invisibilium.

     

    Et in unum Dominum Iesum Christum, Filium Dei unigenitum, et ex Patre natum ante omnia saecula. Deum de Deo, Lumen de Lumine, Deum verum de Deo vero, genitum non factum, consubstantialem Patri; per quem omnia facta sunt. Qui propter nos homines et propter nostram salutem descendit de caelis. Et incarnatus est de Spiritu Sancto ex Maria Virgine, et homo factus est. Crucifixus etiam pro nobis sub Pontio Pilato, passus et sepultus est, et resurrexit tertia die, secundum Scripturas, et ascendit in caelum, sedet ad dexteram Patris. Et iterum venturus est cum gloria, iudicare vivos et mortuos, cuius regni non erit finis.

     

    Et in Spiritum Sanctum, Dominum et vivificantem, qui ex Patre procedit. Qui cum Patre et Filio simul adoratur et conglorificatur: qui locutus est per prophetas. Et unam, sanctam, catholicam et apostolicam Ecclesiam. Confiteor unum baptisma in remissionem peccatorum. Et expecto resurrectionem mortuorum, et vitam venturi saeculi. Amen.

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    Midnight on the Midway Perfume Oil

    Lightning splits the sky, illuminating the skeletal skyline of the carnival rides: sugared incense, flickering blue musk, and night-blooming flowers.

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    Millarca Perfume Oil

    “She went on to make her petition, and it was in the tone of a person from whom such a request amounted to conferring, rather than seeking a favor. This was only in manner, and, as it seemed, quite unconsciously. Than the terms in which it was expressed, nothing could be more deprecatory. It was simply that I would consent to take charge of her daughter during her absence.

    “This was, all things considered, a strange, not to say, an audacious request. She in some sort disarmed me, by stating and admitting everything that could be urged against it, and throwing herself entirely upon my chivalry. At the same moment, by a fatality that seems to have predetermined all that happened, my poor child came to my side, and, in an undertone, besought me to invite her new friend, Millarca, to pay us a visit. She had just been sounding her, and thought, if her mamma would allow her, she would like it extremely.

    “At another time I should have told her to wait a little, until, at least, we knew who they were. But I had not a moment to think in. The two ladies assailed me together, and I must confess the refined and beautiful face of the young lady, about which there was something extremely engaging, as well as the elegance and fire of high birth, determined me; and, quite overpowered, I submitted, and undertook, too easily, the care of the young lady, whom her mother called Millarca.”


    White lace, blackcurrant, and tea roses.

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    Millennial Pink

    “The titration of actual pinkness varies a little, but it’s still a fairly narrow spectrum — from salmon mousse to gravlax, to extend the metaphor. Call it ‘millennial pink”…it’s ironic pink, pink without the sugary prettiness. It’s a non-color that doesn’t commit, whose semi-ugliness is proof of its sophistication.”

    — Véronique Hyland, 2016

    “When I revisit my original story, the whole phenomenon feels more insidious than I once thought, especially as I consider how the past few years have unfolded. I wonder if this period in fashion history, with its toothless pastels and sweet, ruffled, Regency-style minidresses—the sartorial version of millennial pink—will come to be seen as analogous to the ’80s fashion backlash against strong-shouldered power suits worn with sneakers.

    …One of the most confounding things about the pink-tinted economy is the way it’s selling back existing things to us and making them ‘new,’ painting them as essentials of self-actualization and empowerment. An elite women’s club isn’t new. Nor is makeup. Nor is a modest floral garment. Nor is pink. What we have here is a rebranding of the reactionary.”

    — Véronique Hyland in Dress Code, 2022

    A shimmering, noncommittal pastel: ruby chocolate enveloped in white musk

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  • Minty On My Lips Perfume Oil

    Even the brainiest femme fatale schemes are bound to collapse under the weight of a monstrous ego. The scent of defeat snatched from the jaws of success: a soft, satiny pink grapefruit punctured by a shiny metal drill bit.

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  • MIRCALLA, COUNTESS KARNSTEIN

    Mircalla, Countess Karnstein Perfume Oil

    I remembered it; it was a small picture, about a foot and a half high, and nearly square, without a frame; but it was so blackened by age that I could not make it out.

    The artist now produced it, with evident pride. It was quite beautiful; it was startling; it seemed to live. It was the effigy of Carmilla!

    “Carmilla, dear, here is an absolute miracle. Here you are, living, smiling, ready to speak, in this picture. Isn’t it beautiful, Papa? And see, even the little mole on her throat.”

    My father laughed, and said “Certainly it is a wonderful likeness,” but he looked away, and to my surprise seemed but little struck by it, and went on talking to the picture cleaner, who was also something of an artist, and discoursed with intelligence about the portraits or other works, which his art had just brought into light and color, while I was more and more lost in wonder the more I looked at the picture.

    “Will you let me hang this picture in my room, papa?” I asked.

    “Certainly, dear,” said he, smiling, “I’m very glad you think it so like. It must be prettier even than I thought it, if it is.”

    The young lady did not acknowledge this pretty speech, did not seem to hear it. She was leaning back in her seat, her fine eyes under their long lashes gazing on me in contemplation, and she smiled in a kind of rapture.

    “And now you can read quite plainly the name that is written in the corner. It is not Marcia; it looks as if it was done in gold. The name is Mircalla, Countess Karnstein, and this is a little coronet over and underneath A.D. 1698. I am descended from the Karnsteins; that is, mamma was.”


    Black velvet, blackcurrant, and black roses.

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    Misericordia Perfume Oil

    The Misericordia, or Tristis, are vampires that are consumed with a longing to regain their lost humanity, some to the point of being driven mad by the desire to be human once more. The shock of their transition into vampirism and the rejection they faced from friends and loved ones was devastating, and it compromises their ability to find solace and comfort. Unlike the Transeo, Misericordia cannot merge into human society, but are relegated by their own grief to the position of outsiders. Their inherent melancholy and morose temperaments make it difficult for them to cultivate relationships with either humans or vampires. Most vampires treat the Misericordia with a fair amount of derision, and they are sometimes hunted by Interfectors who see the perspective of the Misericordia as an affront to their way of thinking.

    Eons of grief and unending hunger: magnolia, black currant, castoreum accord, lavender, labdanum, amber, rose otto, and opoponax.

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    Miss Forcible Perfume Oil

    Miss Spink and Miss Forcible lived in the flat below Coraline’s, on the ground floor. They were both old and round, and they lived in their flat with a number of ageing Highland terriers who had names like Hamish and Andrew and Jock. Once upon a time Miss Spink and Miss Forcible had been actresses, as Miss Spink told Coraline the first time she met her.

    “You see, Caroline,” Miss Spink said, getting Coraline’s name wrong, “both myself and Miss Forcible were famous actresses, in our time. We trod the boards, luvvy. Oh, don’t let Hamish eat the fruitcake, or he’ll be up all night with his tummy.”

    A classic vintage musk.

    Both Miss Spink and Miss Forcible scents have a bit of tea splash and biscuit crumbs.

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    Miss Lupescu Perfume Oil

    “Bod,” said Silas. “This is Miss Lupescu.”

    Miss Lupescu was not pretty. Her face was pinched and her expression was disapproving. Her hair was grey, although her face seemed too young for grey hair. Her front teeth were slightly crooked. She wore a bulky mackintosh, and a man’s tie around her neck.

    “How do you do, Miss Lupescu?” said Bod.

    Miss Lupescu said nothing. She sniffed. Then she looked at Silas and said, “So. This is the boy.” She got up from her seat and walked all around Bod, nostrils flared, as if she were sniffing him. When she had made a complete circuit, she said, “You will report to me on waking, and before you go to sleep. I have rented a room in a house over there.” She pointed to a roof just visible from where they stood. “However, I shall spend my time in this graveyard. I am here as a historian, researching the history of old graves. You understand, boy? Da?”

    “Bod,” said Bod. “It’s Bod. Not boy.”

    “Short for Nobody,” she said. “A foolish name. Also, Bod is a pet name. A nickname. I do not approve. I will call you ‘boy’. You will call me ‘Miss Lupescu’.”

    Bod looked up at Silas, pleadingly, but there was no sympathy on Silas’s face. He picked up his bag and said, “You will be in good hands with Miss Lupescu, Bod. I am sure that the two of you will get on.”

    “We won’t!” said Bod. “She’s horrible!”

    “That,” said Silas, “Was a very rude thing to say. I think you should apologise, don’t you?”

    Bod didn’t, but Silas was looking at him and he was carrying his black bag, and about to leave for no-one knew how long, so he said, “I’m sorry Miss Lupescu.”

    At first she said nothing in reply. She merely sniffed. Then she said, “I have come a long way to look after you, boy. I hope you are worth it.”

    Animalic musk, with amber, patchouli, ho wood, cypress, almond blossom, golden sandalwood, and strange spices.

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    Miss Spink Perfume Oil

    Miss Spink and Miss Forcible lived in the flat below Coraline’s, on the ground floor. They were both old and round, and they lived in their flat with a number of ageing Highland terriers who had names like Hamish and Andrew and Jock. Once upon a time Miss Spink and Miss Forcible had been actresses, as Miss Spink told Coraline the first time she met her.

    “You see, Caroline,” Miss Spink said, getting Coraline’s name wrong, “both myself and Miss Forcible were famous actresses, in our time. We trod the boards, luvvy. Oh, don’t let Hamish eat the fruitcake, or he’ll be up all night with his tummy.”

    “It’s Coraline. Not Caroline, Coraline,” said Coraline.

    A grand, over-the-top tuberose gardenia.

    Both Miss Spink and Miss Forcible scents have a bit of tea splash and biscuit crumbs.

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    Mister Wednesday Nail Polish

    Champagne gold holographic that twists and turns from hues of copper to blue.

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    Mister Wednesday Perfume Oil

    His hair was a reddish gray; his beard, little more than stubble, was grayish red. A craggy, square face with pale gray eyes. The suit looked expensive, and was the color of melted vanilla ice cream. His tie was dark gray silk, and the tie pin was a tree, worked in silver: trunk, branches, and deep roots.

    He held his glass of Jack Daniel’s as they took off, and did not spill a drop.

     

    Sleek cologne, the memory of a Nine Herbs Charm, gallows wood, and a splash of whiskey.

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    Mithras Perfume Oil

    “…You run into Mithras yet? Red cap. Nice kid.”

    “No, I don’t think so.”

    “Well . . . I’ve never seen Mithras around here. He was an army brat. Maybe he’s back in the Middle East, taking it easy, but I expect he’s probably gone by now. It happens. One day every soldier in the empire has to shower in the blood of your sacrificial bull. The next they don’t even remember your birthday.”

    Oblations of milk, oil, honey, and blood.

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    Mme. Moriarty, Misfortune Teller Perfume Oil

    A colorless woman bursts from an elaborate gold and ruby tent and faints dead at your feet. Soft laughter emits from the dark entrance to the tent, and the scent of musk, black fruits and incense touches your senses. Looking up, you see that the sign hovering above the unconscious woman is adorned with images of the Major Arcana’s Tower and reads:

    “Mme. Moriarty, Misfortune Teller.
    No fate too grim, no future too bleak.”

    A tiny woman with floor-length black dreadlocks walks out of the tent, stepping over the prone body. She is clothed in deep red wrappings, and is bedecked in golden ornaments bearing alchemical symbols and charms representing eternity, chance, and wisdom. She pauses, looks you over slowly, and then flicks a tarot card at your feet.

    Red musk, vanilla bean, pomegranate, black currant, patchouli leaf and wild plum.

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  • Mokey Perfume Oil

    Mokey is an artist, poet and philosopher. She seems to be in touch with some sort of higher Fraggle consciousness. Mokey is fascinated by the beauty and intricacy of the world around her, and is always seeking new ways to share this feeling with others.

    A gentle, contemplative fragrance: lilac blossoms, violet sugar, orris root, stephanotis, and osmanthus.

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  • Molly Grue Perfume Oil

    Molly said something strange then, for a woman who never slept a night through without waking many times to see if the unicorn was still there, and whose dreams were all of golden bridles and gentle young thieves. “It’s the princesses who have no time,” she said. “The sky spins and drags everything along with it, princesses and magicians and poor Cully and all, but you stand still. You never see anything just once. I wish you could be a princess for a little while, or a flower, or a duck. Something that can’t wait.”

    She sang a verse of a doleful, limping song, halting after each line as she tried to recall the next.

    ‘Who has choices need not choose.
    We must, who have none.
    We can love but what we lose –
    What is gone is gone.’

    Schmendrick peered over the unicorn’s back into Molly’s territory. “Where did you hear that song?” he demanded. It was the first he had spoken to her since the dawn when she joined the journey. Molly shook her head.

    “I don’t remember. I’ve known it a long time.”

    The land had grown leaner day by day as they traveled on, and the faces of the folk they met had grown bitter with the brown grass; but to the unicorn’s eyes Molly was becoming a softer country, full of pools and caves, where old flowers came burning out of the ground. Under the dirt and indifference, she appeared only thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old – no older than Schmendrick, surely, despite the magician’s birthdayless face. Her rough hair bloomed, her skin quickened, and her voice was nearly as gentle to all things as it was when she spoke to the unicorn. The eyes would never be joyous, any more than they could ever turn green or blue, but they too had wakened in the earth. She walked eagerly into King Haggard’s realm on bare, blistered feet, and she sang often.

    An angry little beetle with her own kitchen beauty: fig, sesame, hazelnut, and cooking spices softened by rice flower.

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    Molly, The Reaper of Justice Perfume Oil

    White lime with lily of the valley, oudh, Himalayan cedar, nagarmotha, and tobacco for the sheen of raven feathers, and saffron, white honey, and amber for her fierceness, strength, and courage.

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  • Mommy Fortuna Perfume Oil

    When the first wagon drew even with the place where the unicorn lay asleep, the old woman suddenly pulled her black horse to a stop. All the other wagons stopped too and waited silently as the old woman swung herself to the ground with an ugly grace. Gliding close to the unicorn, she peered down at her for a long time, and then said, “Well. Well, bless my old husk of a heart. And here I thought I’d seen the last of them.” Her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air. “If he knew,” she said and she showed pebbly teeth as she smiled. “But I don’t think I’ll tell him.”

    Honey, gunpowder, dried herbs and pleonectic, twopenny magics.

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    Monastery Garden in the Snow Perfume Oil

    Carl Friedrich Lessing
    Curls of monastic incense, moss-stained stone, snow-laden cypress, medicinal herbs buried deep in winter soil, and glittering icicles splintering from a gargoyle’s frozen scream.

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  • MONASTERY IN THE WINTER NIGHT

    Monastery in the Winter Night Perfume Oil

    Alexei Savrasov

    Sweet myrrh, frankincense smoke, Damascus rose resin, ambrette seed, winter mosses, and ambergris.

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  • MONDEKEN TOE

    Mondeken Toe Perfume Oil

    Quentin Metsys

    Harpocrates would never. Peru balsam, dusty leather accord, jingling brazen amber, oakmoss, crushed mint, teakwood, and a coxcomb curl of red musk.

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    Morana Perfume Oil

    Snow drifting on black pine, blood red apple, rosewood, osmanthus, and lemon peel.

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  • Moriuntur Locket

    “The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?”
    – Edgar Allan Poe, The Premature Burial

    A wearable memento mori inhabited by phantasms of your favorite fragrance, which beckon to the living through vents in the coffin lid, embellished with roses and BPAL’s classic triple-dagger insignia.

    These are heavy lockets, thick with silver, and are perfect for use as a perfume oil conduit. Dab your favorite Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab concoction onto muslin, velvet or cotton, and place the swatch inside the locket. Your body will warm the silver, and the locket will exude pure, unadulterated scent.

    The lockets are hand cast 925 sterling silver. Each locket’s bale sports one of the BPAL logos: the alchemical symbol for brimstone. Portions of the face of the lockets have been deliberately tarnished. They measure approximately 1.25″ in diameter. They are not fragile, filigreed pieces; they are durable, extremely weighty with silver, and will remain long after our bones have turned to dust.

    These lockets are exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, and were created by and for Black Phoenix. They cannot be found anywhere else in all of Heaven and Earth.

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  • MORNING FOLLOWS NIGHT

    Morning Follows Night Perfume Oil

    Nicolaes Berchem

    Bourbon vanilla, tonka bean, raw cacao, and patchouli root illuminated by yellow bergamot, lemon rind, and white amber.

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  • Morning Sunlight on the Snow, Èragny-sur-epte Perfume Oil

    Camille Pissarro

    Umber sandalwood, brown amber, chestnut, dead leaves, and oak bark beneath a dusting of snow.

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  • MOROCCAN PUMPKIN

    Moroccan Pumpkin Perfume Oil

    Pumpkin spices wind through a blend of warm musk, carnation, red sandalwood and cassia.

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  • Motel Sheet Ghost

    Motel Sheet Ghost Perfume Oil

    Chills and thrills, but certainly no frills: a polluted, rough-riding version of the Traditional Sheet Ghost: cool white cotton, marshmallow fluff, and lemony Oman frankincense, marred with suspicious blotches of coconut oil and a cigarette burn.

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    Moth Shadow Nail Polish

    Soft wings fluttering erratically – ceaselessly – in a trembling, slate-blue gloom.

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    Mouse Circus Perfume Oil

    In the flat above Coraline’s, under the roof, was a crazy old man with a big mustache. He told Coraline that he was training a mouse circus. He wouldn’t let anyone see it.

    “One day, little Caroline, when they are all ready, everyone in the whole world will see the wonders of my mouse circus. You ask me why you cannot see it now. Is that what you asked me?”

    “No,” said Coraline quietly, “I asked you not to call me Caroline. It’s Coraline.”

    “The reason you cannot see the mouse circus,” said the man upstairs, “is that the mice are not yet ready and rehearsed. Also, they refuse to play the songs I have written for them. All the songs I have written for the mice to play go oompah oompah. But the white mice will only play toodle oodle, like that. I am thinking of trying them on different types of cheese.”

    A toodle oodle of pink cotton candy noses, vanilla spun sugar fur, scattered kernels of popcorn, and a touch of polished golden wood.

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    Mouse Perfume Oil

    Shibata Zeshin

    Golden hay, vanilla bean, toasted amber, hazelnuts, white carnation petals, and cream.

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    Mr. Bobo Perfume Oil

    “Mister Bobo?”

    “The man in the top flat. Mister Bobo. Fine old circus family, I believe. Romanian or Slovenian or Livonian, or one of those countries. Bless me, I can never remember them anymore.”

    It had never occurred to Coraline that the crazy old man upstairs actually had a name, she realized. If she’d known his name was Mr. Bobo she would have said it every chance she got. How often do you get to say a name like “Mr. Bobo” aloud?

    Cooking herbs, pickles, and mouse fur.

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    Mr. Croup Perfume Oil

    ‘A fox and a wolf’, thought Richard, involuntarily. The man in front, the fox, was a little shorter than Richard. He had lank, greasy hair, of an unlikely orange color, and a pallid complexion; as Richard opened the door, he smiled, widely, and just a fraction too late, with teeth that looked like an accident in a graveyard.

    Pompous and predatory: tonka bean, black musk, bourbon geranium, and crushed porcelain.

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    Mr. Czernobog Perfume Oil

    Shadow saw a gray-haired old Eastern-European immigrant, with a shabby raincoat and one iron-colored tooth, true. But he also saw a squat black thing, darker than the darkness that surrounded them, its eyes two burning coals; and he saw a prince, with long flowing black hair and a long black mustache, blood on his hands and his face, riding, naked but for a bear skin over his shoulder, on a creature half-man, half-beast, his face and torso blue-tattooed with swirls and spirals.


    Unfiltered cigarettes, the leather and metal of sledgehammers, aortal blood slowly drying, and black incense.

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    Mr. Ibis Perfume Oil

    The smoke stung Shadow’s eyes. He wiped the tears away with his hand, and, through the smoke, he thought he saw a tall man in a suit, with gold-rimmed spectacles. The smoke cleared and the boatman was once more a half-human creature with the head of a river bird.

    Papyrus, vanilla flower, Egyptian musk, African musk, aloe ferox, white sandalwood.

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    Mr. Jacquel Perfume Oil

    Shadow looked up at the creature. “Mr. Jacquel?” he said.

    The hands of Anubis came down, huge dark hands, and they picked Shadow up and brought him close.

    The jackal head examined him with bright and glittering eyes; examined him as dispassionately as Mr. Jacquel had examined the dead girl on the slab. Shadow knew that all his faults, all his failings, all his weaknesses were being taken out and weighed and measured; that he was, in some way, being dissected, and sliced, and tasted.

    We do not remember the things that do no credit to us. We justify them, cover them in bright lies or with the thick dust of forgetfulness. All of the things that Shadow had done in his life of which he was not proud, all the things he wished he had done otherwise or left undone, came at him then in a swirling storm of guilt and regret and shame, and he had nowhere to hide from them. He was as naked and as open as a corpose on a table, and dark Anubis the jackal god was his prosector and his prosecutor and his persecutor.

    “Please,” said Shadow. “Please stop.”

    But the examination did not stop. Every lie he had ever told, every object he had stolen, every hurt he had inflicted on another person, all the little crimes and the tiny murders that make up the day, each of these things and more were extracted and held up to the light by the jackal-headed judge of the dead.

    Golden amber, hyssop, North African patchouli, and embalming spices.

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    Mr. Nancy Perfume Oil

    Before Fat Charlie’s father had come into the bar, the barman had been of the opinion that the whole karaoke evening was going to be an utter bust; but then the little old man had sashayed into the room, walked past the table of several blonde women with the fresh sunburns and smiles of tourists…He had tipped his hat to them, for he wore a hat, a spotless green fedora, and lemon-yellow gloves, and then he walked over to their table. They giggled….He was older than they were, much, much older; but he was charm itself, like something from a bygone age when fine manners and courtly gestures were worth something. The barman relaxed. With someone like this in the bar, it was going to be a good evening.

    Sugar cookies with bay rum, tobacco, and lime.

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    Mr. Nancy’s Gloves Nail Polish

    A pale, sunny lemon-yellow sheen with a touch of scattered holographic.

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    Mr. Prenderghast Perfume Oil

    Sweet cigar smoke, brown wool, Old Furry Touk accord, and a little bit of coffee.

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    Mr. Qubit Perfume Oil

    An eccentric genius and leader of the superhero team The Paradigm, Qubit can meld and shape technology with a gesture, allowing him to create whatever he can envision.

    Gleaming metal, electrical discharge, and a whiff of tinny cologne.

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    Mr. Vandemar Perfume Oil

    The second of the visitors, a tall man, the one he had thought of as a wolf, his gray and black hair cut bristle-short, stood a little behind his friend, holding a stack of photocopies to his chest. He had said nothing until this moment—just waited, huge and impassive. Now he laughed, once, low and dirtily. There was something unhealthy about that laugh.

    Dark and gangly, with a glint of razor-sharp stainless steel behind it: opopponax, costus, black pepper, black sandalwood, and polished metal.

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    Mr. World Nail Polish

    White crelly that appears tinged green in the bottle. Filled with black, gold, and green microflake.

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    Mr. Young Perfume Oil

    He finished thumbing the so-called tobacco into the pipe and glared at the little sign on the wall of the waiting room that said that, for his own comfort, he would not smoke. For his own comfort, he decided, he’d go and stand in the porch. If there was a discreet shrubbery for his own comfort out there, so much the better.

    Pipe tobacco, black tea, starched white cotton, and a very respectable aftershave.

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    Muddy Armadillo Perfume Oil

    This little fella is a whole mood. Cacao, cacao wood, tobacco absolute, and bourbon cream.

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  • Mulled Cider Oud

    Mulled Cider Oud Perfume Oil

    Take a break from pondering that orb, and mull over this mug! Sweet oud infused with fermented apple, allspice, cinnamon sticks, ginger root, clove, orange slices, and bourbon.

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    Mummeries and Straining-to-be Memorable Passages Perfume Oil

    Obergefell vs Hodges

    Buried beneath the mummeries and straining-to-be-memorable passages of the opinion is a candid and startling assertion: No matter what it was the People ratified, the Fourteenth Amendment protects those rights that the Judiciary, in its ‘reasoned judgment,’ thinks the Fourteenth Amendment ought to protect.

    Rosemary is for remembrance: rosemary water with lavender, blackberry, Italian bergamot, and white musk.

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    Mummy Milk Perfume Oil

    Condensed milk wrapped in coconut shavings and tea-stained linen with a hint of bitumen, myrrh, and embalming resins.

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    Murder for Murder, Blood for Blood Perfume Oil

    “So. I got to say it, because nobody else here will. We are at the center of this place: a land that has no time for gods, and here at the center it has less time for us than anywhere. It is a no-man’s-land, a place of truce, and we observe our truces, here. We have no choice. So. You give us the body of our friend. We accept it. You will pay for this, murder for murder, blood for blood.”

    Black oudh, patchouli, opoponax, black pepper, and blackened cacao.

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  • Mx Nobody 2024

    Mx. Nobody Perfume Oil

    2024 will mark The Nobodies’ seventh annual drag pageant, in which 56 competitors of all genders battled through five weeks of events in Brooklyn. What does it take to win in a contest where all the “rules” of an art form are suspended? Over the weeks leading up to the pageant’s finale, reality itself will be pushed to the breaking point.

    However, only one may claim the title of MX. NOBODY, winning a $500 grand prize provided by BPAL and a battalion of additional prizes from other wonderful sponsors.

    In hopes of rallying future contestants to this cause, here’s a perfume blend aimed at performers and drag aficionados from all walks of life, or anyone who aspires to the judges’ NOPE factor: Newness, Outlook, Passion, and Eugh.

    Endless congrats to Diva Baby the 2023 MX. NOBODY winner, photographed especially for the latest MX. NOBODY perfume label by Jessye Herrell.

    MX. NOBODY 2024 PAGEANT DATES
    Week 1 – July 27th, 11pm at Purgatory
    Week 2 – August 16th, 7pm at Purgatory
    Week 3 – August 30th, 7pm at Purgatory
    FINALE – September 27th, 9pm at Mercury Lounge

    Weed-smoke and lime-tinged vapors rising from a cauldron of green slime, suspended by cracked leather straps above the heads of an unsuspecting audience.

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    My Country Perfume Oil

    I love a sunburnt country,
    A land of sweeping plains,
    Of ragged mountain ranges,
    Of droughts and flooding rains.
    I love her far horizons,
    I love her jewel-sea,
    Her beauty and her terror
    The wide brown land for me!

    – Dorothea Mackellar

    Her far horizons, her jewel-sea: a rose-tinted sunset of amber salt spray azure musk.

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  • MY SOUL ACQUIESCED IN IT

    My Soul Acquiesced in It Perfume Oil

    A strange melancholy was stealing over me, a melancholy that I would not have interrupted. Dim thoughts of death began to open, and an idea that I was slowly sinking took gentle, and, somehow, not unwelcome, possession of me. If it was sad, the tone of mind which this induced was also sweet.

    Whatever it might be, my soul acquiesced in it.

    Melancholic white rose petals drifting in a pool of white musk, bitter almond, and icy vanilla.

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  • MY WILD HEART BLEEDS WITH YOURS

    My Wild Heart Bleeds With Yours Perfume Oil

    She used to place her pretty arms about my neck, draw me to her, and laying her cheek to mine, murmur with her lips near my ear, “Dearest, your little heart is wounded; think me not cruel because I obey the irresistible law of my strength and weakness; if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours…”

    A fierce rush of pink pepper, carnation, pulsating red berries, and crimson musk.

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  • Mysterious Garden Perfume Oil

    Margaret Macdonald Mackintosh


    Misty lilac, lavender bud, white tuberose, white plum, pink labdanum, and hypnotic tendrils of springtime incense.

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    Mystical Aphorisms of the Fortune Cookie Perfume Oil

    Obergefell vs Hodges

    If, even as the price to be paid for a fifth vote, I ever joined an opinion for the Court that began: ‘The Constitution promises liberty to all within its reach, a liberty that includes certain specific rights that allow persons, within a lawful realm, to define and express their identity,’ I would hide my head in a bag. The Supreme Court of the United States has descended from the disciplined legal reasoning of John Marshall and Joseph Story to the mystical aphorisms of the fortune cookie.

    Almond fortune cookies and a bit of roadside palm reader-inspired incense.

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    Nagging Dragon Perfume Oil

    All I hear is blah blah blah: crimson musk, dragon’s blood smoke, wild plum, champagne grape, and dried pomegranate.

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    Nanny Ashtoreth Perfume Oil

    She wore a knit tweed suit and discreet pearl earrings. Something about her might have said nanny, but it said it in an undertone of the sort employed by British butlers in a certain type of American film. It also coughed discreetly and muttered that she could well be the sort of nanny who advertises unspecified but strangely explicit services in certain magazines.

    Middle Eastern flowers, amber, honey, blood red-berries, whip leather, and polished paddle wood.

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  • Nasty Woman

    Nasty Woman Perfume Oil

    As you have no doubt heard, during the third presidential debate, Hillary described her plan to raise taxes on the rich in order to fund Social Security. She took a swing at him over him being a tax dodger (which he is).

    “My Social Security payroll contribution will go up, as will Donald’s – if he can’t figure out how to get out of it.”

    Trump interrupted her and said, “Such a nasty woman.”

    These are two things uttered by the same man within the same hour:

    “Such a nasty woman.”

    “No one has more respect for women than me.”

    Amazing.

    Let’s put this pussy-grabbing, racist, predatory, misogynistic, hateful, irresponsible, ignorant, immature grotesquerie out of politics for good, and do what we can to ensure that he and his ilk never cast their miserable shadows over our political process again.

    Nasty Woman: black fig and patchouli, filthy bourbon vanilla, honeyed amber oud, and loukhoum.

    Proceeds will be split between Planned Parenthood and EMILY’s list.

    plannedparenthood.org

    emilyslist.org

    Photo: Women marching in national suffrage demonstration in Washington, D.C., May 9, 1914.

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    Natural Science Nail Polish

    The laws of the physical world. Soft golden taupe shimmer: the pale brown hum of a locust swarm; the crunch of autumn leaves; the dusty wing of a Pseudosphinx tetrio.

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    Naughty or Nice 2024 Perfume Oil and Coin Set

    How decent were you this year? Don’t bother to lie… the coin knows all, the coin tells all.

    We’re releasing an extremely limited quantity of this collectible coin and perfume set, just in time for a last-minute redemption arc. The bearer of each hefty diestruck 2” coin is officially qualified to diagnose niceness or naughtiness (their own, or others’) within a 0.0001% margin of error. Just spin it, flip it, or toss it for nearly instant results.

    We’ll even help you leverage the outcome: proceeds from the sales of this set will be split between Feeding America and Philabundance.

    So if it still comes up NAUGHTY… you know you really blew it somewhere!

    Art and coin design by the inimitable Tanya Bjork!

    NAUGHTY
    Solve. No judgment from us: whatever you did, you surely had your reasons! Instead we’ll simply break down your stubborn resistance to virtue with a dose of black leather, patchouli, and sweet oud, dissipating any lingering angst with a volley of lemon peel, dried plum, opium pod, cardamom, hazelnut, almond, and dates.

     

    NICE
    Coagula. Let us join together in smug benevolence! The rewards will be plentiful for those gathered up in our aetheric cloud of sugared vanilla musk, candyfloss, and ruby chocolate warmed with a hint of clove. 

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    Neil Perfume Oil

    Breakfast cereal and jelly beans.

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    Nevertheless, She Persisted Perfume Oil

    She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, she persisted.

    A rallying call: golden oudh, frankincense, iris, and steel. Proceeds from this scent benefit EMILY’s List, an organization that supports electing pro-choice Democratic women to office.

    Jeanne d’Arc, Albert Lynch

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  • NEW MOWN HAY, TOBACCO FLOWER, AND CASSIA
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    Nibble Nibble Gnaw Perfume Oil

    Looking down, you see a scattering of breadcrumbs strewn on the packed soil and straw at your feet. A waft of candied apple and pancakes embraces you, as you follow the crumbs on the path. The scent intensifies: sugared nuts, crushed candies, hot gusts of chocolate, and you find yourself standing before a small booth constructed of cakes, pastries, sweet breads, and a cascade of candy tiles. Shards of clear sugar glint in the ambient firelight of the Midway, and an old woman emerges from the shadows within. She extends a gnarled hand to you and rasps, “Oh, you dear, what has brought you here? You look like skin and bones; a strong gust of wind would spirit you into the air. Do come in, and visit with me. No harm shall happen to you.”

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    Night’s Bridge Perfume Oil

    And then they turned a corner, and saw the bridge. It could have been one of the bridges over the Thames, five hundred years ago, thought Richard; a huge stone bridge spanning out over a vast black chasm, into the night. But there was no sky above it, no water below. It rose into darkness.

    Stone and darkness.

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  • Nightingale Perfume Oil

    The national bird of Ukraine. A lovely and powerful song translated into scent: toasted bourbon vanilla, sweet oats and honey, cardamom, and cream.

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    No Coward Soul is Mine Perfume Oil

    No coward soul is mine
    No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere
    I see Heaven’s glories shine
    And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear

    O God within my breast
    Almighty ever-present Deity
    Life, that in me hast rest,
    As I Undying Life, have power in Thee

    Vain are the thousand creeds
    That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain,
    Worthless as withered weeds
    Or idlest froth amid the boundless main

    To waken doubt in one
    Holding so fast by thy infinity,
    So surely anchored on
    The steadfast rock of Immortality.

    With wide-embracing love
    Thy spirit animates eternal years
    Pervades and broods above,
    Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears

    Though earth and moon were gone
    And suns and universes ceased to be
    And Thou wert left alone
    Every Existence would exist in thee

    There is not room for Death
    Nor atom that his might could render void
    Since thou art Being and Breath
    And what thou art may never be destroyed.

    – Emily Brontë

    I Undying Life: lavender, rockrose, and pale woods.

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    No Longer Can I Resist Perfume Oil

    Indigo and crimson vegetal musks, sweet red oud, sandalwood incense, narcissus petals, orris butter, golden bergamot, ambrette seed, and black fig.

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    No Man is an Island Perfume Oil

    No man is an island,
    Entire of itself,
    Every man is a piece of the continent,
    A part of the main.
    If a clod be washed away by the sea,
    Europe is the less.
    As well as if a promontory were.
    As well as if a manor of thy friend’s
    Or of thine own were:
    Any man’s death diminishes me,
    Because I am involved in mankind,
    And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
    It tolls for thee.

    – John Donne

    Warm, dark patchouli, hazelnut cream, coffee bean, cassis, tonka bean, purple sage, and bourbon vanilla.

    Proceeds from the sale of this oil will be donated to the Los Angeles Food Bank so we can do our part to prevent and ameliorate food scarcity in the community.

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    Nobodies Watching Wrestling Perfume Oil

    Who better to comment on the flips, throws, and visible panty-lines of the pro-wrestling world than a bunch of drag queens? The Nobodies' ongoing video series maps out this cultural terrain for anyone who might not have otherwise clocked the generous overlap between wrestling and drag.

    Black Leather and strawberry lip gloss

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    Non-Compliant Perfume Oil

    Too butch, too femme, too sexy, not sexy enough, too smart, too big, too loud, too angry.

    Sugar and bile, leather and blood, honey and rum, shredded patchouli and vetiver, tobacco and lime.

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    Norman Perfume Oil

    Hoodie cotton and milk-splashed denim with a hint of pine needles and ectoplasm.

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    Norman’s Grandma Perfume Oil

    A soft, ethereal scent suffused with gentle comfort. A remembrance of tea roses, lilacs, and soothing hugs.

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  • NORTHERN-LIGHTS

    Northern Lights Perfume Oil

    Tom Thomson
    Ambergris foam, twinkling white musk, lime rind, frosted lemon, Norway spruce, sour green apple, night-blooming jasmine, Icelandic moss, and yellow bergamot.

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    Nova Nail Polish

    A soft linear holographic top coat filled with holo microflake and iridescent shifting flake in two different color ways. It can be worn as a topper for any of the other Shards, or alone in 3-4 coats.

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  • NOW WINTER NIGHTS ENLARGE

    Now Winter Nights Enlarge 2024 Perfume Oil

    Now winter nights enlarge

    The number of their hours,

    And clouds their storms discharge

    Upon the airy towers.

    Let now the chimneys blaze,

    And cups o’erflow with wine;

    Let well-tuned words amaze

    With harmony divine.

    Now yellow waxen lights

    Shall wait on honey love,

    While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights

    Sleep’s leaden spells remove.

     

    This time doth well dispense

    With lovers’ long discourse;

    Much speech hath some defence,

    Though beauty no remorse.

    All do not all things well;

    Some measures comely tread,

    Some knotted riddles tell,

    Some poems smoothly read.

    The summer hath his joys

    And winter his delights;

    Though love and all his pleasures are but toys,

    They shorten tedious nights.

     

    Shorten those tedious nights with a surge of body heat: vanilla-infused red musk, champaca, petitgrain, ylang ylang, patchouli, nutmeg, honey, galbanum, and traces of caramel.

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    Nymph and Satyr Perfume Oil

    Gerard van Honthorst
    Oak leaves, wine-splashed bark, goat’s milk accord, forest blossoms, and moss-dappled skin musk.

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    Nymph in a Goldfish Pond Perfume Oil

    Franz Hein
    Bloop! White and pink lotus, calla lilies, and freshwater pearls in a swirl of apricot, tangerine, mimosa, and mandarin.

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  • NYX NIGHT GODDESS

    Nyx, Night Goddess Perfume Oil

    Gustave Moreau
    Goddess of phantoms and of shadowy play, whose drowsy pow’r divides the nat’ral day: ink-black opoponax absolute, glittering amber, caramelized oud, black styrax, and Oman frankincense.

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  • o beautiful white mother death

    O Beautiful White Mother Death Perfume Oil

    This Spiritualism is the nepenthe which the ancient philosophers sought, to prolong life for ever; you cast off your bodies like an old garment. The pathway of this new science is as clear to the spirit as the names of the constellations are to the astronomer. In the great realm of the spirit there is no room for death to abide ; he has gone out with the ignorance, and blindness, and prejudice of the past, and life, only life, remains as your inheritance.

    Mrs. Tappan then paused. After a moment’s silence she delivered the following inspirational poem:—

    O beautiful white mother Death,
    Thou silent and shadowy soul,
    Thou mystical, magical soul,
    How soothing and cooling thy breath!
    Ere the morning stars sang in their spheres,
    Thou didst dwell in the spirit of things,
    Brooding there with thy wonderful wings,
    Incubating the germs of the years.
    Coeval with Time and with Space,
    Thy sisters are Silence and Sleep ;
    Three sisters—Death, Silence, and Sleep,
    How strange and how still is thy face!
    In the marriage of matter to soul,”
    Thou wert wedded to young fiery Time,
    The now weary and hoary-haired Time,
    With him thou hast shared earth’s control.
    O beautiful spirit of Death,
    Thy brothers are Winter and Night;
    Stern Winter and shadowy Night,
    They bear thy still image and breath.
    Summer buds fall asleep in thy arms,
    ’Neath the fleecy and soft-footed snow,
    The silent, pure, beautiful snow;
    And the earth their new life-being warms.
    All the world is endowed with thy breath,
    Summer splendours and purple of wine
    Flow out of this magic of thine,
    O beautiful angel of Death
    What wonders in silence we see
    The lily grows pale in thy sight;
    The rose thro’ the long summer night
    Sighs its life out in fragrance to thee.
    O beautiful angel of Death,
    The beloved are thine, all are thine !
    They have drunk the nepenthe divine,
    They have felt the full flow of thy breath.
    Out into thy realm they are gone,
    Like the incense that greeteth the morn,
    On the wings of thy might they’re up-borne,
    As bright birds to thy Paradise flown.
    They are folded and safe in thy sight,
    Thro’ thy portals they pass from earth’s prison;
    From the cold clod of clay they have risen,
    To dwell in thy temple of light.
    O beautiful Angel of Life,
    Germs feel thee and burst into bloom,
    Souls see thee and rise from the tomb,
    With beauty and loveliness rife.
    On earth thou art named cold Death,
    Dim, dark, dismal, dire, dreadful Death,
    In heaven thou art “Angel of Life.”
    We are one with thy spirit, O Death ;
    We spring to thy arms unafraid,
    One with thee are our glad spirits made.
    We are born when we drink thy cold breath,—
    Oh, Angel of Life, lovely Death.

     

    The concluding hymn was then sung, after which Mrs. Tappan uttered the following benediction—“ May the peace of the loving spirit of the Heavenly Father and His angels abide with you, and the life that knows no death bear you on to the immortal world.”


    The Spiritualist, Oct. 15, 1873
    Poem by Cora L.V. Richmond

    The lily grows pale in thy sight; the rose, through the long summer night, sighs its life out in fragrance to thee.

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  • o daughter of death and priapus

    O Daughter of Death and Priapus Perfume Oil

    They were purple of raiment and golden,

    Filled full of thee, fiery with wine,

    Thy lovers, in haunts unbeholden,

    In marvellous chambers of thine.

    They are fled, and their footprints escape us,

    Who appraise thee, adore, and abstain,

    O daughter of Death and Priapus,

    Our Lady of Pain.

     

    Black opium, wild plum, cypress tar, Bulgarian rose, olibanum, black orchid, and tobacco.

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    O Spirit of Love Perfume Oil

    O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
    That, notwithstanding thy capacity
    Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
    Of what validity and pitch soe’er,
    But falls into abatement and low price,
    Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
    That it alone is high fantastical.

    — Orsino

    Effervescent rose chypre and bourbon vanilla.

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  • oak moon

    Oak Moon 2023 Perfume Oil

    The century oak, rugged and gaunt,
    Holds high to-day, as he was wont
    A hundred years ago, his head,
    Hoary with snows that have vanished,
    Defiant and grim to the wind’s wild taunt.
    The hooting owl finds here a haunt,
    And feathered choristers now chaunt
    As when the century’s dawn made red
    The century oak.

     

    No season’s coil his heart can daunt;
    Processive years their changes vaunt,
    But, constant till the line have fled
    And mouldered in oblivion’s bed,
    He holds his own, rugged and gaunt, –
    The century oak.
    – Harvey Carson Grumbine

     

    Oak bark, tree sap, wild acorns, and a touch of honey.

     

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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  • OATMEAL, ROSE PETALS, AND SUGAR
  • OBERGEFELL V. HODGES

    Obergefell V. Hodges Perfume Oil

    In celebration of the 9th anniversary of the Supreme Court case that brought “equal dignity in the eye of the law” to same-sex marriages, we present our latest fundraiser scent, Obergefell v. Hodges. With this landmark 2015 decision, SCOTUS upheld that the fundamental right to marry is guaranteed to same-sex couples by both the Due Process Clause and the Equal Protection Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment to the United States Constitution. This decision meant that all states had to allow same-sex marriages, and recognize those performed in other states.

    No union is more profound than marriage, for it embodies the highest ideals of love, fidelity, devotion, sacrifice, and family. In forming a marital union, two people become something greater than once they were. As some of the petitioners in these cases demonstrate, marriage embodies a love that may endure even past death. It would misunderstand these men and women to say they disrespect the idea of marriage. Their plea is that they do respect it, respect it so deeply that they seek to find its fulfillment for themselves. Their hope is not to be condemned to live in loneliness, excluded from one of civilization’s oldest institutions. They ask for equal dignity in the eyes of the law. The Constitution grants them that right.

    Love, fidelity, devotion, sacrifice, and family: sun-warmed purple fig, wildflower honey, almond cream, jasmine absolute, mimosa, and bourbon vanilla.

    The proceeds from OvH benefit Lambda Legal, whose team of pro-bono lawyers fight for LGBTQIA+ civil rights cases including issues of marriage equality, healthcare and employment discrimination, and gender identity.

    Stained glass design by RivenBarrow Glass (Etsy, Instagram)

    Also available: Mummeries and Straining-to-be Memorable Passages, a scent inspired by Scalia’s predictably lyrical shitty dissent. Proceeds from the sale of scents in the Collected Poetic Works of Antonin Scalia benefit the Southern Poverty Law Center, the Trevor Project, and the National Center for Transgender Equality. 

     

     

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    October Perfume Oil

    Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath!
    When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
    And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
    And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
    Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
    In the gay woods and in the golden air,
    Like to a good old age released from care,
    Journeying, in long serenity, away.
    In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
    Might wear out life like thee, ‘mid bowers and brooks
    And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
    And music of kind voices ever nigh;
    And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
    Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.
    – William Cullen Bryant

    Dry, cold autumn wind. A rustle of red leaves, a touch of smoke and sap in the air.

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  • OCTOBRRR

    Octobrrr Perfume Oil

    Our classic October perfume blend, chilled to the max! Inspired, in part, by my heater being busted at home. A really, really, REALLY cold, dry autumn wind, a rustle of red leaves, and a touch of smoke and sap in the air.

     

    Art: The Pumpkin Harvest (1897) by Giovanni Segantini

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    Old Demons of the First Class Perfume Oil

    We must have all the old demons of the first class, with tails, and the hobgoblins and imps; and then I think we ought not to leave out the death-horse, or the grave-pig, or even the church dwarf, although they do belong to the clergy, and are not reckoned among our people; but that is merely their office, they are nearly related to us, and visit us very frequently. 

    Siberian musk, black clove, opoponax, tonka, black pepper, and neroli.

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    Old Woman With Cat Perfume Oil

    Antonio Rotta
    Sweet roasted pumpkin rind, raw wool accord, polished oak, baked bread, cocoa absolute, and kitchen herbs.

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    Old-Fashioned Satanists Perfume Oil

    Most of the members of the convent were old-fashioned Satanists, like their parents and grandparents before them. They’d been brought up to it and weren’t, when you got right down to it, particularly evil. Human beings mostly aren’t. They just get carried away by new ideas, like dressing up in jackboots and shooting people, or dressing up in white sheets and lynching people, or dressing up in tie-dye jeans and playing guitars at people. Offer people a new creed with a costume and their hearts and minds will follow. Anyway, being brought up as a Satanist tended to take the edge off it. It was something you did on Saturday nights. And the rest of the time you simply got on with life as best you could, just like everyone else.

    A homey, marginally-diabolical blend of armchair leather, chamomile tea, cashmere, and a tangle of sweet 7-year aged patchouli.

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  • OLIVE WREATH

    Olive Wreath Perfume Oil

    The prize historically awarded to victors in the ancient Olympic games: an anointed circlet of leafy branches cut from the sacred wild-olive tree near the temple of Zeus.

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  • On Imagination Perfume Oil

    Thy various works, imperial queen, we see,
    How bright their forms! how deck’d with pomp by thee!
    Thy wond’rous acts in beauteous order stand,
    And all attest how potent is thine hand.

    From Helicon’s refulgent heights attend,
    Ye sacred choir, and my attempts befriend:
    To tell her glories with a faithful tongue,
    Ye blooming graces, triumph in my song.

    Now here, now there, the roving Fancy flies,
    Till some lov’d object strikes her wand’ring eyes,
    Whose silken fetters all the senses bind,
    And soft captivity involves the mind.

    Imagination! who can sing thy force?
    Or who describe the swiftness of thy course?
    Soaring through air to find the bright abode,
    Th’ empyreal palace of the thund’ring God,
    We on thy pinions can surpass the wind,
    And leave the rolling universe behind:
    From star to star the mental optics rove,
    Measure the skies, and range the realms above.
    There in one view we grasp the mighty whole,
    Or with new worlds amaze th’ unbounded soul.

    Though Winter frowns to Fancy’s raptur’d eyes
    The fields may flourish, and gay scenes arise;
    The frozen deeps may break their iron bands,
    And bid their waters murmur o’er the sands.
    Fair Flora may resume her fragrant reign,
    And with her flow’ry riches deck the plain;
    Sylvanus may diffuse his honours round,
    And all the forest may with leaves be crown’d:
    Show’rs may descend, and dews their gems disclose,
    And nectar sparkle on the blooming rose.

    Such is thy pow’r, nor are thine orders vain,
    O thou the leader of the mental train:
    In full perfection all thy works are wrought,
    And thine the sceptre o’er the realms of thought.
    Before thy throne the subject-passions bow,
    Of subject-passions sov’reign ruler thou;
    At thy command joy rushes on the heart,
    And through the glowing veins the spirits dart.

    Fancy might now her silken pinions try
    To rise from earth, and sweep th’ expanse on high:
    From Tithon’s bed now might Aurora rise,
    Her cheeks all glowing with celestial dies,
    While a pure stream of light o’erflows the skies.
    The monarch of the day I might behold,
    And all the mountains tipt with radiant gold,
    But I reluctant leave the pleasing views,
    Which Fancy dresses to delight the Muse;
    Winter austere forbids me to aspire,
    And northern tempests damp the rising fire;
    They chill the tides of Fancy’s flowing sea,
    Cease then, my song, cease the unequal lay.

    – Phillis Wheatley

    The unbounded soul: a vibrant, airy, uplifted amber with smoked vanilla and coconut, tuberose, orange blossom, wildflower honey, and sheer musk.

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    Only a Sip Perfume Oil

    Shadow began to feel headachy. There was a pounding quality to the starlight, something that resonated with the pulse in his temples and his chest. At the bottom of the next hill he stumbled, opened his mouth to say something and, without warning, he vomited.

    Wednesday reached into an inside pocket, and produced a small hip flask. “Take a sip of this,” he said. “Only a sip.”

    The liquid was pungent, and it evaporated in his mouth like a good brandy, although it did not taste like alcohol. Wednesday took the flask away, and pocketed it. “It’s not good for the audience to find themselves walking about backstage. That’s why you’re feeling sick. We need to hurry to get you out of here.”

    Orange peel, rosemary oil, peppermint, and cloves.

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    Our Hearts Condemn Us Perfume Oil

    Keralan teakwood, Bulgarian rose otto, Himalayan cedar, and oudh.

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  • Our Lady of Pain

    Our Lady of Pain Perfume Oil

    Cold eyelids that hide like a jewel

    Hard eyes that grow soft for an hour;

    The heavy white limbs, and the cruel

    Red mouth like a venomous flower;

    When these are gone by with their glories,

    What shall rest of thee then, what remain,

    O mystic and sombre Dolores,

    Our Lady of Pain?

     

    Sumatran patchouli, blood musk, white lavender, opium tar, and black orchid.

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  • PERE NOEL

    Père Noël 2024 Perfume Oil

    On Christmas Eve, French children leave shoes filled with carrots by their fireplaces as a treat for Gui, Père Noël’s donkey. If the child has been good, Père Noël takes Gui’s offering and fills the child’s shoes with sweet fruits, candies, and small toys.

     

    Bright Sicilian oranges and sweet tangerines with a clink of lavender candy and a drop of anise.

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    Parthenope Perfume Oil

    Honeysuckle, orris, moss, musk, benzoin, oakmoss, and star jasmine.

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  • party toad

    Party Toad Perfume Oil

    Holiday goals. Mushrooms and clover splashed with champagne and green musk.

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  • PAYSAGE

    Paysage 2024 Perfume Oil

    Je veux, pour composer chastement mes églogues,

    Coucher auprès du ciel, comme les astrologues,

    Et, voisin des clochers écouter en rêvant

    Leurs hymnes solennels emportés par le vent.

    Les deux mains au menton, du haut de ma mansarde,

    Je verrai l’atelier qui chante et qui bavarde;

    Les tuyaux, les clochers, ces mâts de la cité,

    Et les grands ciels qui font rêver d’éternité.

    II est doux, à travers les brumes, de voir naître

    L’étoile dans l’azur, la lampe à la fenêtre

    Les fleuves de charbon monter au firmament

    Et la lune verser son pâle enchantement.

    Je verrai les printemps, les étés, les automnes;

    Et quand viendra l’hiver aux neiges monotones,

    Je fermerai partout portières et volets

    Pour bâtir dans la nuit mes féeriques palais.

    Alors je rêverai des horizons bleuâtres,

    Des jardins, des jets d’eau pleurant dans les albâtres,

    Des baisers, des oiseaux chantant soir et matin,

    Et tout ce que l’Idylle a de plus enfantin.

    L’Emeute, tempêtant vainement à ma vitre,

    Ne fera pas lever mon front de mon pupitre;

    Car je serai plongé dans cette volupté

    D’évoquer le Printemps avec ma volonté,

    De tirer un soleil de mon coeur, et de faire

    De mes pensers brûlants une tiède atmosphère.


    – – –

    More chasteness to my eclogues it would give,

    Sky-high, like old astrologers to live,

    A neighbour of the belfries: and to hear

    Their solemn hymns along the winds career.

    High in my attic, chin in hand, I’d swing

    And watch the workshops as they roar and sing,

    The city’s masts — each steeple, tower, and flue —

    And skies that bring eternity to view.

     

    Sweet, through the mist, to see illumed again

    Stars through the azure, lamps behind the pane,

    Rivers of carbon irrigate the sky,

    And the pale moon pour magic from on high.

    I’d watch three seasons passing by, and then

    When winter came with dreary snows, I’d pen

    Myself between closed shutters, bolts, and doors,

    And build my fairy palaces indoors.

     

    A dream of blue horizons I would garble

    With thoughts of fountains weeping on to marble,

    Of gardens, kisses, birds that ceaseless sing,

    And all the Idyll holds of childhood’s spring.

    The riots, brawling past my window-pane,

    From off my desk would not divert my brain.

    Because I would be plunged in pleasure still,

    Conjuring up the Springtime with my will,

    And forcing sunshine from my heart to form,

    Of burning thoughts, an atmosphere that’s warm.

    — Charles Baudelaire, translation by Roy Campbell

     

    The pale moon pouring magic: Tunisian opium and mugwort with blackened bourbon vanilla, tuberose, glittering white musk, datura accord, wild plum, and tobacco absolute.

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    Peach Chypre Perfume Oil

    A twist on a traditional early 20th century sweet chypre with red labdanum, oakmoss, 3-year aged patchouli, Italian bergamot, and peach.

    Peach Chypre debuted at DragonCon this year as a fundraiser response to Governor Kemp’s monstrous and misleadingly-named “Fetal Heartbeat” bill: proceeds from the sale of this scent benefit Planned Parenthood.

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  • PEACH FOUGERE

    Peach Fougere Perfume Oil

    An effervescent aldehydic peach cologne with hints of crushed herbs and fern.

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  • PEACH STICKY RICE

    Peach Sticky Rice Perfume Oil

    Chewy, sugary, and steeped in coconut milk.

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    Peach Vulva Perfume Oil

    Peaches and sugared cream with pink lotus petals a drop of orange blossom.

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  • peacock queen

    Peacock Queen 2024 Perfume Oil

    In dramatic contrast to the soft innocence of Snow White and the dew-kissed freshness of her sister, Rose Red, this is a blood red, voluptuous rose, velvet-petaled, at the height of bloom. Haughty and imperious, vain, yet incomparably lovely to the eye, but thick with thorns of jealousy, pride and hatred.

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  • Pella Perfume Oil

    One of three prototypes of historical reproductions of ancient Egyptian perfumes.

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  • Pendel Perfume Oil

    Alfred Kubin

    A troglobiotic scent: black opoponax, sibilant white musk, black moss, shadowed stone, moonmilk, and cave-bleached serpent scales.

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    Penny Rolle Perfume Oil

    If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. I ain’t broke.

    …and you bastards ain’t never going to break me.

    Red sandalwood, shea, sweet patchouli, cardamom, pecan, and caramelized amber.

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    Pepper Perfume Oil

    She herself had short red hair and a face which was not so much freckled as one big freckle with occasional areas of skin.

    Pepper’s given first names were Pippin Galadriel Moonchild. She had been given them in a naming ceremony in a muddy valley field that contained three sick sheep and a number of leaky polythene teepees. Her mother had chosen the Welsh valley of Pant y Gyrdl as the ideal site to Return to Nature. (Six months later, sick of the rain, the mosquitoes, the men, the tent trampling sheep who ate first the whole commune’s marijuana crop and then its antique minibus, and by now beginning to glimpse why almost the entire drive of human history has been an attempt to get as far away from Nature as possible, Pepper’s mother returned to Pepper’s surprised grandparents in Tadfield, bought a bra, and enrolled in a sociology course with a deep sigh of relief.)

    There are only two ways a child can go with a name like Pippin Galadriel Moonchild, and Pepper had chosen the other one: the three male Them had learned this on their first day of school, in the playground, at the age of four.

    They had asked her her name, and, all innocent, she had told them.

    Subsequently a bucket of water had been needed to separate Pippin Galadriel Moonchild’s teeth from Adam’s shoe. Wensleydale’s first pair of spectacles had been broken, and Brian’s sweater needed five stitches.

    The Them were together from then on, and Pepper was Pepper forever, except to her mother, and (when they were feeling especially courageous, and the Them were almost out of earshot) Greasy Johnson and the Johnsonites, the village’s only other gang.

    Wild English roses, French gardenia, vanilla, honey, golden ginger, blood orange, pine resin, pink pepper, crushed berries, tuberose, bergamot, and geranium.

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    Pericles Perfume Oil

    Whereby I see that Time’s the king of men,
    He’s both their parent, and he is their grave,
    And gives them what he will, not what they crave.

    A clang of rusted armor, a dark, metallic oudh, leather, and a splash of sea water.

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  • phantom team of horses

    Phantom Team of Horses Perfume Oil

    About two miles from the village of Canton, Me., is a cosey, old-fashioned farm-house which is located directly opposite a graveyard, with no other house in sight. From the window of this little house nothing can be seen except the graveyard with its gleaming stones, and the hills and mountains round about.

    The family that has been occupying the house moved out not long ago, declaring that they could not stand it any longer, that they were wellnight distracted by the demonstrations. When they told their story a former resident, who now lives in Hartford, announced that he had known for years that the place was haunted. He had not told any one for fear of the ridicule of his neighbors.

    The demonstrations were not only in the house, but in the barn and around the premises. Regularly every night at 12 o’clock a team of horses rushes from the direction of the village, rumbles over the little bridge at a slashing gait, and then disappears. It never reaches the house. Instead, ghostly voices address the members of the family who have the temerity to live there, the voices coming from all parts of the house, but never so clearly that they can be located.

    On one memorable night a member of the family went to the barn just at dusk without a lantern. A figure stood at the corner of the building, and he ran to learn what the straggler wanted about the place. The figure silently and mysteriously melted into the shadows and was gone.

    The Buffalo News, April 20, 1904

    A spectral cacophony of shimmering, translucent dun sandalwood, grey amber, and wraith-chilled chestnut galloping through the mist-cloaked shadows of time, a clattering of clove and black pepper, and a crack of phantom leather.

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    Philologus Perfume Oil

    The Philologi are scholars and philosophers that have dedicated themselves to the pursuit of knowledge, utilizing their extended lifespan to further their research. They are usually reclusive, and some were once Transeo that have rejected the bustle of human society in favor of solitude.

    Ancient books, crackled parchment, faded incense, and candle wax.

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  • pink fuzzy handcuffs

    Pink Fuzzy Handcuffs 2024 Perfume Oil

    It’s not quite as fun when you lose the key. Pink cotton candy, candied rose, and vanilla sugar.

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  • pink moon

    Pink Moon 2024 Perfume Oil

    While previous incarnations of our Pink Moon have been a celebration of the first blooms of spring, this year’s scent is a strawberry smackdown: sugar-swirled strawberry milk with frothed marshmallow cream.

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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    Pink Moon Sticker

    A 3” x 3” high-quality die-cut vinyl sticker for sticking on all stickable things.

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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  • Pomegranate and Merlot
  • Sugar Crystals and Mandarin
  • Wild Strawberries and Patchouli
  • Ylang Ylang and White Musk
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    Pirates! Perfume Oil

    Gunpowder and salt-crusted leather, casks of scorched spices, sweet rum, and a clink of golden amber.

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  • photograph of BPAL's Pisces steampunk astrological scent locket held in a hand with long nails

    Pisces Locket

    The Zodiac lockets have returned! Exquisite, elegant, and exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.

    These are heavy lockets, thick with silver, and are perfect for use as a perfume oil conduit. Dab your favorite Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab concoction onto muslin, velvet or cotton, and place the swatch inside the locket. Your body will warm the silver, and the locket will exude pure, unadulterated scent.

    The Zodiac lockets are hand cast 925 sterling silver that has been partially gold washed using a method popularized in the 19th century, and each is adorned with at least one stone corresponding to the sign the locket represents. Each locket’s bale sports one of the BPAL logos: the alchemical symbol for brimstone. Portions of the face of the lockets have been deliberately tarnished. They measure approximately 1.25″ in diameter. These lockets are heavy.
    They are not fragile, filigreed pieces; they are durable, extremely weighty with silver, and are suitable for your most adventurous airship excursions.

    These lockets are exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, and were created by and for Black Phoenix. They cannot be found anywhere else in all of Heaven and Earth.

    Each piece is hand cast.

    Our lockets come with a 24″ nickel-plated iron chain.

    The Zodiac lockets were designed by Alicia Dabney of Elements and Artifacts.

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  • PISTACHIO AMBROSIA

    Pistachio Ambrosia Perfume Oil

    A whipped green dream, pale and pillowy with multicolored mini marshmallows, densely studded with bits of pineapple, mandarin, and shredded coconut.

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    Plague Doctors for Harris & Walz Button

    Beth made some ridiculous yard signs for her house and a couple of people asked if we could make them into pins, so here you go! 

     

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    Plague of Frogs Perfume Oil

    Rubbery, wet, and warty.

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  • Please Scream

    Please Scream

    Fuel and fire for speaking out against injustice: a heap of warm spiced funnel cakes with a scoop of coffee ice cream.

    Proceeds from this scent will be donated to the American Civil Liberties Union. To learn about how the ACLU will be challenging Trump’s agendas in court, visit them here.

    Art by Ashton Hansen!

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  • Please Scream Inside Your Heart Perfume Oil

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  • pleasing two women

    Pleasing Two Women Perfume Oil

    Oakmoss-infused vanilla bourbon, smoked lilac petals, and orris butter.

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  • Pleasure Abundant Perfume Oil

    Orange blossom, sweet amber, red honey, pink peppercorn, and frankincense smoke.

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    Plutonian Perfume Oil

    Once the world’s greatest, most beloved superhero, he has now become its greatest villain — a capricious and vengeful god who haunts the skies and toys daily with six billion lives.

    Soapy cleanliness sullied by blood and ashes.

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  • poets hearts break so

    Poet’s Hearts Break So Perfume Oil

    Well, if my heart must break,

        Dear love, for your sake,

    It will break in music, I know;

        Poets’ hearts break so.

     

    But strange that I was not told,

        That the brain can hold

    In a tiny ivory cell

        God’s Heaven and Hell.

    – Oscar Wilde

    The shuddering beat of a poet’s heart ― filigree-fair, diaphanous: bourbon vanilla fougere, violet leaf, iris root, Italian bergamot, porcelain accord, and a trickle of red musk.

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    Pollution Perfume Oil

    “Excuse me,” barked Tyler. “Is that your crisp packet?”

    “Oh, it’s not just mine,” said the boy. “It’s everybody’s.”

    R.P. Tyler drew himself up to his full height. “Young man,’ he said, “how would you feel if I came over to your house and dropped litter everywhere?”

    Pollution smiled, wistfully. ‘Very, very pleased,’ he breathed.

    “Oh, that would be wonderful.”

    Beneath his bike an oil slick puddled a rainbow on the wet road.

    A toxic chypre: radioactive green musk, davana, and oozing white amber.

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  • POMEGRANATE AND BLACK TEA
  • POMEGRANATE INK
  • POMEGRANATE INK
  • POMEGRANATE MILK
  • Pomegranate Morocco Perfume Oil

    A lightly-spiced sandalwood with a bloop of accidental pomegranate’ing.

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  • POMEGRANATE PASTILLE
  • pomegranate vulva

    Pomegranate Vulva Perfume Oil

    Garnet rivulets of pomegranate juice, honeyed amber resin, labdanum, ylang ylang, tuberose, and red plum.

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  • POMEGRANATE, CARNATION, AND PEONIES
  • POMEGRANATE, FIR NEEDLE, AND CYPRESS
  • POMEGRANATE, GOLDEN SANDALWOOD, AND AMBER
  • POMEGRANATE, HONEY, AND MIMOSA
  • POMEGRANATE, KYPHI, AND OUD
  • POMEGRANATE, WILD PLUM, AND GREEN TEA
  • POMELO, MANDARIN, AND PINK GRAPEFRUIT
  • POOR MONKEY

    Poor Monkey 2024 Perfume Oil

    cold first winter rain

    poor monkey, you too could use

    a woven straw cape

     

    Compassion: pink lotus root and fig milk with ylang ylang, bourbon vanilla, soft myrrh, fir, khus, and sandalwood incense.

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  • poppies

    Poppies Perfume Oil

    Lilies, lilies not for me,

    Flowers of the pure and saintly ―

    I have seen in holy places

    Where the incense rises faintly,

    And the priest the chalice raises,

    Lilies in the altar vases,

           Not for me.

     

    Leave untouched each garden tree,

    Kings and queens of flower-land.

    When the summer evening closes,

    Lovers may-be hand in hand

    There will seek for crimson roses,

    There will bind their wreaths and posies

           Merrily.

     

    From the corn-fields where we met

    Pluck me poppies white and red;

    Bind them round my weary brain,

    Strew them on my narrow bed,

    Numbing all the ache and pain. ―

    I shall sleep nor wake again,

           But forget.

    – Digby Mackworth Dolben 


    Crimson roses, poppies white and red.

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  • porcelain krampus

    Porcelain Krampus

    Happy EIGHTEENTH ANNIVERSARY to our Krampus perfume!

    Brown leather and a bundle of switches encased in pale white orris root and rice powder, translucent white musk, Himalayan ambrette seed, and milky vanilla.

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  • Portrait of Magdaleine Pinceloup de la Grange née de Parseval Perfume Oil

    Jean-Baptiste Perronneau

    An aristocratic 18th century French perfume dabbed on lilac velvet, gently purring with soft grey amber and feline musk, and tinkling with tiny golden bells. Grasse jasmine and rose otto nestled in ambergris accord, frankincense, white sandalwood, bourbon vanilla, cardamom, amber, coriander, and galbanum.

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  • Possessed Teen Perfume Oil

    “This is the ideological force driving all those stories about toxic period blood and PMS-induced hauntings. In a culture where we’re trained to protect children and loathe women, the border zone between the two states is the subject of intense superstition and terror.”

    Skin musk and soap, smoldering with ash and exorcism incense.

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  • practical occultism

    Practical Occultism 2024 Perfume Oil

    Practical Occultism consists, first, of a perfect mastery of the individual’s own spirit. No advance whatever can be made in acquiring power over other spirits, such as controlling the lower or supplicating the higher, until the spirit within has acquired such perfect mastery of itself, that it can never be moved to anger or emotion—realizes no pleasure, cares for no pain; experiences no mortification at insult, loss, or disappointment—in a word, subdues every emotion that stirs common men’s minds.

    To arrive at this state, severe and painful as well as long continued discipline is necessary. Having acquired this perfect equilibrium, the next step is power. The individual must be able to wake when he pleases and sleep when he pleases; go in spirit during bodily sleep where he will, and visit—as well as remember when awake—distant scenes.

    He must be enabled by practice, to telegraph, mentally, with his fellow associates, and present himself, spiritually, in their midst.

    He must, by practice, acquire psychological control over the minds of any persons—not his associates—beneath his own calibre of mind. He must be able to still a crying infant, subdue fierce animals or angry men, and by will, transfer his thought without speech or outward sign to any person of a mental calibre below himself; he must be enabled to summon to his presence elementary spirits, and if he desires to do so (knowing the penalties attached), to make them serve him in the special departments of Nature to which they belong.

    He must, by virtue of complete subjugation of his earthly nature, be able to invoke Planetary and even Solar Spirits, and commune with them to a certain degree.

    To attain these degrees of power the processes are so difficult that a thorough practical occultist can scarcely become one and yet continue his relations with his fellow-men.

    He must continue, from the first to the last degree, a long series of exercises, each one of which must be perfected before another is undertaken.

    A practical occultist may be of either sex, but must observe as the first law inviolable chastity—and that with a view of conserving all the virile powers of the organism. No aged person, especially one who has not lived the life of strict chastity, can acquire the full sum of the powers above named. It is better to commence practice in early youth, for after the meridian of life, when the processes of waste prevail over repair, few of the powers above described can be attained; the full sum never.

    Strict abstinence from animal food and all stimulants is necessary. Frequent ablutions and long periods of silent contemplation are essential. Codes of exercises for the attainment of these powers can be prescribed, but few, if any, of the self-indulgent livers of modern times can perform their routine.

    The arts necessary for study to the practical occultist are, in addition to those prescribed in speculative occultism, a knowledge of the qualities of drugs, vapors, minerals, electricity, perfumes, fumigations, and all kinds of anæsthetics.

    And now, having given in brief as much as is consistent with my position—as the former associate of a secret society—I have simply  to add, that, whilst there are, as in Masonry, certain preliminary degrees to pass through, there are numerous others to which a thoroughly well organized and faithful association might advance. In each degree there are some valuable elements of practical occultism demanded, whilst the teachings conveyed are essential preliminaries. In a word, speculative occultism must precede practical occultism; the former is love and wisdom, the latter, simply power.

    A Victorian occultist’s incense, invoking the Four Archangels: precious wildcrafted Indian frankincense with myrrh, cassia, sandarac, palmarosa, white sage, red sandalwood, elemi, and drops of star anise bound with grains of kyphi.

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  • Prairie Witch Perfume Oil

    For those who move among the dead-hearted creating, caring and inventing.

     

    Pumpkin rind and wild grasses, bourbon-soaked apples, tonka bean, smoked vetiver, and a mulled brew of star anise, clove, and black peppercorn.

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  • Precious Beauty Perfume Oil

    Sweet cream, white fig, sugar cane, honey, vanilla silk, sugared oats, and almond cakes.

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  • premonition

    Premonition Perfume Oil

    Henryk Weyssenhoff

    Violet mist, blackened lavender, amber-gilded rose, and snow-streaked soil.

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    Priala, The Human Phoenix Perfume Oil

    As you come to the final stage, you see a spotlight focused upon a large pile of pitch-black ashes on the center of the floor. A parchment scroll has been tacked to the foot of the stage. It reads:

    Now I will believe
    That there are unicorns; that in Arabia
    There is one tree, the phoenix’ throne; one phoenix
    At this hour reigning there.

    You catch a whiff of burnt cinnamon, and a whirlwind begins to form within the center of the cold pyre. The ashes rise, condense, and coalesce into the dusky form of a woman. She shakes her body gently, tossing her hair, and the ashes fall from her skin. She is perfect, radiant: not a single cinder mars the flawlessness of her countenance. Her body seems to cast a shadow shaped like a triumphant bird, wings outstretched, onto the blank taupe canvas behind her. Her eyes are closed, and her head is bowed; her expressionless face is enigmatic. Her dark eyes begin to glow, and her mouth turns up in a secretive, intimate smile. She throws back her head and extends her arms, and suddenly the scent of smoldering myrrh assails you. Within moments, the woman explodes into flame, and you see that her face is now a vision of passionate ecstasy. The turbulence of the conflagration whips around her violently, and gouts of flame burst from her body, igniting the canvas behind her. She raises her arms in exultation, and through the flames, you see both the outline of her scorched black skeleton and the shadow of the phoenix triumphant.

    Three deep, dark myrrhs, smoke, cassia, and cinnamon bark.

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  • PRINCE LÍR

    Prince Lír Perfume Oil

    “Heroes,” Prince Lír replied sadly. “Heroes know about order, about happy endings – heroes know that some things are better than others. Carpenters know grains and shingles, and straight lines.” He put his hands out to the Lady Amalthea, and took one step toward her. She did not draw back from him, nor turn her face; indeed, she lifted her head higher, and it was the prince who looked away.

    “You were the one who taught me,” he said. “I never looked at you without seeing the sweetness of the way the world goes together, or without sorrow for its spoiling. I became a hero to serve you, and all that is like you. Also to find some way of starting a conversation.”

    Chivalry, love, and sacrifice. A noble cologne touched by a sweet sadness: vanilla fougere, bright citrus, juniper berry, ambergris accord, and basil.

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  • Prospering In Golden Hope Perfume Oil

    White peach, bergamot, orchid petals, tobacco flower, frankincense, and white amber.

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    Proverbs 24:11-12 Perfume Oil

    Rescue those who are being taken away to death; hold back those who are stumbling to the slaughter. If you say, “Behold, we did not know this,” does not he who weighs the heart perceive it? Does not he who keeps watch over your soul know it, and will he not repay man according to his work?

    Blackened oudh, leather, labdanum, and oakmoss.

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    Psalm 146:9 Perfume Oil

    The Lord watches over the strangers; he upholds the orphan and the widow, but the way of the wicked he brings to ruin.

    Cacao, labdanum, vetiver, and bourbon vanilla.

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    Psalm 82:2-4 Perfume Oil

    How long will you vindicate evil and accept the face of the wicked? Give justice to the weak and the fatherless; maintain the right of the afflicted and the destitute. Rescue the weak and the needy; deliver them from the hand of the wicked.

    Crystalline musk, red benzoin, and vanilla husk.

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  • psychodynamic discharge

    Psychodynamic Discharge 2024 Perfume Oil

    In certain cases, emotionally charged complexes of representation, which have become autonomous and dissociated, seem to automatically and compulsively press for discharge and realisation through haunting phenomena…. Hence, the so-called haunting occurs in place of a neurosis.
    —Albert von Schrenck-Notzing

    Repressed rage, terror, and subjugated sexuality erupting through fierce bursts of uncontrollable psychic phenomena: black leather and red musk with aged black patchouli, Chinese rose, black pepper, coconut meat, Haitian vetiver, and igneous red ginger.

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  • PUFF PASTRY APPLE ROSES

    Puff Pastry Apple Roses Perfume Oil

    A deceptively simple recipe: paper-thin red apple slices pulled from a bath of lemon juice and rosewater, sprinkled with cinnamon, layered just so in syrup-brushed strips of pastry, and then rolled into perfect rosebud shapes that crisp up into a red-gold bouquet in the oven.

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    Pulcinella & Teresina Perfume Oil

    Your eyes are drawn to a gilded miniature stage whose sign reads: “All Praises to the Lord of Misrule!” Upon the platform, a sneering wooden jester waltzes with a hollow-eyed and bleeding wooden maiden, while a wooden devil floats above them.

    Labdanum, cedar, teak and red rose.

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  • PUMPKIN BLISS

    Pumpkin Bliss Perfume Oil

    Honey-dusted milk chocolate pumpkin bites.

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  • PUMPKIN BLOOD

    Pumpkin Blood Perfume Oil

    Pumpkin pulp and dragon’s blood resin, thickened with myrrh, black cherry, and a trickle of clove.

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  • pumpkin gas can

    Pumpkin Gas Can Perfume Oil

    Positively incendiary: scorched pumpkin rind and petrol.

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  • PUMPKIN GINGERBREAD CREME BRULEE PIE

    Pumpkin Gingerbread Creme Brulee Pie Perfume Oil

    Scorched pumpkin creme brulee in a gingerbread crust.

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  • pumpkin kisses

    Pumpkin Kisses Perfume Oil

    Sloppily sexy: sweetly spiced pumpkin juice with vanilla cream and wildflower honey, smeared with the vital throb of husky clove, swollen red cherries, but darkened with the vampiric sensuality of vetiver, soporific poppy and blood red wine, and a skin-light pulse of feral musk.

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  • pumpkin LATTE

    Pumpkin Latte Perfume Oil

    Espresso, pumpkin syrup, smoky vanilla bean, milk, raw sugar, and a dash of cinnamon and nutmeg.

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  • pumpkin latte

    Pumpkin Latte Perfume Oil

    Espresso, pumpkin syrup, smoky vanilla bean, milk, raw sugar, and a dash of cinnamon and nutmeg.

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  • pumpkin lust

    Pumpkin Lust Perfume Oil

    We don’t judge. Red musk, patchouli, ylang ylang, myrrh, and pumpkin guts.

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  • pumpkin musk and black oud

    Pumpkin Musk and Black Oud Perfume Oil

    A strangely romantic, disturbingly erotic perfume.

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  • PUMPKIN SMOKESTACK

    Pumpkin Smokestack Perfume Oil

    Burnt pumpkin skins, creosote, coal, and industrial waste.

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  • PUMPKIN SPICE ABSINTHE

    Pumpkin Spice Absinthe Perfume Oil

    A recurring fave at the BPAL cantina. No, you’re not hallucinating: this pairing smells divine!

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  • PUMPKIN SPICE CHAMPAGNE

    Pumpkin Spice Champagne Perfume Oil

    The bubbles from this calabaza go straight to your cabeza.

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  • PUMPKIN SPICE CRANBERRY VODKA

    Pumpkin Spice Cranberry Vodka Perfume Oil

    Fun fact: they call this time of year “Fall” because of the difficulty of staying on your barstool after a few of these.

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  • PUMPKIN SPICE DARK N STORMY

    Pumpkin Spice Dark ‘N’ Stormy Perfume Oil

    In a mood? Pour one of these over it: extra spicy rum fizzed up with ginger beer and garnished with a lime wedge.

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  • PUMPKIN SPICE ESPRESSO MARTINI

    Pumpkin Spice Espresso Martini Perfume Oil

    A triple shot with extra drizzle to keep you vamping till the sun comes up.

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  • pumpkin spice everything

    Pumpkin Spice Everything Perfume Oil

    Literally everything. Pumpkin spice it all. A rich blend of traditional spices: cinnamon, cardamom, allspice, and clove.

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  • pumpkin spice everything

    Pumpkin Spice Everything Perfume Oil

    Literally everything! Pumpkin spice it all with this traditional brew of cinnamon, cardamom, allspice, and clove.

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  • pumpkin spice halo halo

    Pumpkin Spice Halo-Halo Perfume Oil

    With apologies to my ancestors. Ube halaya and ube ice cream chonked with mango jelly, flan, boiled taro, evaporated milk, sweetened kidney beans, dried coconut, kaong, gulaman, tapioca pearls, and a copious shake of pumpkin spice.

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  • PUMPKIN SPICE HOT BUTTERED RUM

    Pumpkin Spice Hot Buttered Rum Perfume Oil

    Time to get cozy next to a crackling fire and let the season enfold you in its spicy, buttery arms.

    Please note: this scent, as well as the rest of the scents in this series, is vegan. No butters were buttered in the making of this perfume.

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  • PUMPKIN SPICE Margarita

    Pumpkin Spice Margarita Perfume Oil

    You might regret this in the morning, but tonight is all about living in the moment! Served in a salt-rimmed gourd.

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  • PUMPKIN SPICE PINA COLADA

    Pumpkin Spice Piña Colada Perfume Oil

    You’ll just have to trust the bartender on this one! An extra loco coco to encourage beach goths to attempt some moonlight skinny-dipping.

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  • PUMPKIN SPICE SUFGANIYOT

    Pumpkin Spice Sufganiyot Perfume Oil

    Because it’s almost Hanukkah and we still haven’t taken down our Halloween decorations. Sorry, neighbors!

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  • pumpkin sugar

    Pumpkin Sugar Perfume Oil

    Crystallized glittering shards of lightly spiced pumpkin sugar.

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  • PUMPKIN TOMBSTONE

    Pumpkin Tombstone Perfume Oil

    I’m yer pumpkinberry: dried pumpkin leather with vanilla, balsam and sassafras layered over Virginia cedar.

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  • PUMPKIN TRASH BAG

    Pumpkin Trash Bag Perfume Oil

    A crinkly, crunchy, cartoony jack-o-lantern scent, stuffed full of leaves and eager to please: orange blossom, blood orange, and orange hard candy with pumpkin pulp and smushed leaves.

    Art by Ashton Hansen

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    Pure Applesauce Perfume Oil

    King vs Burwell

    The Court claims that the Act must equate federal and state establishment of Exchanges when it defines a qualified individual as someone who (among other things) lives in the “State that established the Exchange,” 42 U.S.C. 18032(f)(1)(A). Otherwise, the Court says, there would be no qualified individuals on federal Exchanges, contradicting (for example) the provision requiring every Exchange to take the ” ‘interests of qualified individuals’ ” into accountwhen selecting health plans. Ante, at 11 (quoting 18031(e)(1)(b)). Pure applesauce.

    Our applesauce is decidedly impure: mashed apples with sugar and honey, slivered with tobacco tar and black tea.

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    Pyre Nail Polish

    A stop sign red linear holographic filled with holo microflake and a bit of copper shimmer.

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    Qandisa Perfume Oil

    The Moroccan Goddess of Carnal Desire. Dwelling in fresh-water springs and rivers, she is doom: her embrace drives men mad with mindless lust. Sacrifices are made to the Lady of Lust on the Summer Solstice in the hopes of placating her passions and driving her red-tinged gaze away. Black musk, blackened saffron, lemon peel, and vetiver draped over thick honey.

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  • quicken the soul through the blood

    Quicken the Soul Through the Blood Perfume Oil

    Thou shalt touch and make redder his roses

    With juice not of fruit nor of bud;

    When the sense in the spirit reposes,

    Thou shalt quicken the soul through the blood.

    Thine, thine the one grace we implore is,

    Who would live and not languish or feign,

    O sleepless and deadly Dolores,

    Our Lady of Pain.

     

    Cacao, red patchouli, night-blooming jasmine, Roman chamomile, and white tea.

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    Quill Nail Polish

    Royal blue linear holographic filled with holo microflake and sparks of metallic turquoise.

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    Quintessence of Dust Perfume Oil

    “What a piece of work is a man!”
    “What is this quintessence of dust?”

    The passing: beeswax and smoke, yellowed paper and well-worn leather books, droplets of spilled ink, faded incense, blood-tinged salty tears, and the metal of the knife that skewers that illiterate zombie philistine’s portrait.

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  • Raminou Perfume Oil

    Suzanne Valadon

    A tawny, majestic blend of red velvet musk, golden vanilla, ambrette seed, tonka bean, sweet myrrh, oakmoss, honey, red labdanum, cashmere, patchouli, and saffron threads.

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  • Random Brothel Perfume Oil

    Initially conceived as a companion perfume to Black Phoenix Trading Post’s Cathouse, this scent was inspired by Victorian brothels and glibly named prior to adding it to the purge pile. Velvet red musk, polished mahogany, Virginia cedar, orange flower water, jasmine, black amber, and skin musk.

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    Rapturous Couple With Harigata Perfume Oil

    Sugared lilac, white lilies, and jasmine incense.

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  • RED AMBER, ORANGE BLOSSOM, AND PINK PEPPER
  • RED OAKMOSS, CEDARWOOD, AND SWEET PATCHOULI
  • Red Perfume Oil

    Red Fraggle is a nonstop whirligig of activity. To her fellow Fraggles, Red is often seen as a flash of crimson racing to her next athletic pursuit. She is Fraggle Rock champion in Tug-of-War, Diving while Singing Backwards, the Blindfolded One-Legged Radish Relay, and a number of other traditional Fraggle sports. She is outgoing, enthusiastic, and athletic, but take note – her impetuosity can get her into real trouble.

    Sporty and energetic: sweet red currant, tangy cranberry, pink musk, and spicy pink pepper.

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  • RED VELVET TUXEDO

    Red Velvet Tuxedo Perfume Oil

    A very special Yuletide sponsorship scent, dressed up for a scandalous night on the town:

    red velvet fruitcake with buttercream and a splash of cologne.

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  • Rejane Perfume Oil

    Aubrey Beardsley


    Black tea, honey, silk brocade, and tea roses.

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  • RESEMBLING THE PASSION OF LOVE

    Resembling the Passion of Love Perfume Oil

    The vampire is prone to be fascinated with an engrossing vehemence, resembling the passion of love, by particular persons. In pursuit of these it will exercise inexhaustible patience and stratagem, for access to a particular object may be obstructed in a hundred ways. It will never desist until it has satiated its passion, and drained the very life of its coveted victim. But it will, in these cases, husband and protract its murderous enjoyment with the refinement of an epicure, and heighten it by the gradual approaches of an artful courtship. In these cases it seems to yearn for something like sympathy and consent. In ordinary ones it goes direct to its object, overpowers with violence, and strangles and exhausts often at a single feast.

    All-consuming, relentless desire – deceptively luscious, murderously brooding, and blindingly sensual: blood musk, black cherry, crimson amber, 21-year aged patchouli, golden saffron, jasmine sambac, and black rose.

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  • Resin Skully Necklace

    Resin Skelly necklaces in white, orange, or red, created for the Trading Post by GreatBeard.

    GreatBeard is an art toys company specializing in original limited edition hand made, hand painted, high quality resin sculptures. From creating their own outlandish pieces to in-house manufacturing for others that support the independent toy culture, GreatBeard’s goal is to share the beauty of hand crafted toys.

    Warning: All products may awaken your inner child. Side effects include nostalgic rants, fuzzy feelings and fantasy hallucinations.

    Facebook.com/GreatBeard
    Instagram.con/greatbeard_art_toys

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    Resistance Perfume Oil

    The Midterms are on November 6th.

    We have mere weeks before the election, and the stakes are really fucking high. I am an optimistic person by nature, but the truth of the matter is that if the Democrats don’t win back the majority, we are well and truly fucked. You have to vote like your life depends on it, BECAUSE IT DOES. YOUR LIFE and the lives of those in your community are at stake. The lives of your LGBTQ friends, loved ones, and neighbors. The lives of women. The lives of black Americans. The lives of refugees. The lives of people with disabilities. The lives of the homeless and the poor.

    And LITERALLY EVERYONE’S LIFE, as the dismantling of environmental laws will be the death of us all.

    It is NOT hyperbole to say that the result of this midterm election will impact the civil rights, the health, the safety, and the liberties of EVERYONE AROUND YOU, and you must act. The horrors of the Trump Administration MUST be held in check.

    November 6th. That’s the deadline. Commit all you can to the hard work it’s going to take to wrest back control of Congress. I know you’re tired. I am, too. I know you’re exhausted by the unending onslaught of horrors that the GOP has assailed us with. I am, too. I know that it is getting harder and harder to keep despair at bay.

    In order to have a participatory democracy, you have to participate. There is SO MUCH that you can do to push back, to resist, and to make a change for the better. But you HAVE to act. You have to vote. You have to encourage others to vote. You have to invest your time, your voice, and your resources into actually working towards making this country a safe, sane, prosperous place for all of us.

    But you have two weeks. Two weeks within which YOU can make a difference. YOU can stem the tide.

    HERE’S WHAT YOU CAN DO TO HELP THE BLUE WAVE MANIFEST:

    Hey, extroverts! Sign up to phone bank for Democratic candidates!
    Phonebank With Indivisible
    Phonebank With Swingleft

    Also for extroverts! Reach out to a local campaign and see if they need help canvassing, handing out literature, or making calls. You can also search for candidates who are in close races in vulnerable districts. Check out swingleft.org; it will help you find the nearest House district that could swing to the Democrats.

    Extroverts! Go door to door!

    Hey, introverts! Postcards to Voters is the answer for you! If you can commit to writing ten postcards a day, that’s one hundred and forty votes you might be securing for Dem candidates! If you can manage twenty postcards every day, that’s almost THREE-HUNDRED people you’re encouraging to hit the polls before November 6. If you can get your friends to help, that number increases exponentially. Even if you can’t meet that twenty postcard per day goal, every single postcard matters because every single vote matters.

    Tools for working locally:
    Resources for How to Take the House Back from the GOP
    Find Your Local Indivisible Chapter
    Swing Left

    If you’ve got some cash to spare, donate it directly to blue candidates fighting for vulnerable seats, or donate it to PACs and organizations that will distribute the funds to boost blue candidates. Some options:
    EMILY’s List
    Senate Majority PAC
    House Majority PAC
    The Flippable Fund

    Share information on voter ID and residency requirement laws in your state and help people make sure that their right to vote is enforced.
    Voter Registration Rules by State
    ACLU: Voting Rights
    Rock the Vote: Knowing Your Voting Rights
    Residency Requirements for Voting

    FIGHT VOTER SUPPRESSION:
    ACLU: Fighting Voter Suppression
    Fighting Voter Suppression

    MAKE SURE YOU ARE REGISTERED TO VOTE, and encourage everyone in your network to confirm their voter registration, too.

    AND MOST IMPORTANT: VOTE. Vote, encourage others to vote. Overwhelm the polls.

    We all have A LOT going on in our lives right now. I get it. I’m trying to run a business and raise a kid on top of all this, but it is now or never. You must find the strength, the will, and the courage to act. You have to keep fighting. I believe in you. I believe in us. I believe with all my heart that we can do this. We just need to do it TOGETHER, and do all we can to encourage others to put in the work, too.

    It is hard work. It is an uphill climb. But you can DO this. Do it for your family, do it for your community, do it for your LGBTQ friends and family, do it for the marginalized racial, ethnic, and religious communities that are suffering under the depredations of the GOP.

    WE CAN DO THIS.

    RESISTANCE
    I created this scent as a symbol of solidarity. It is an autumn scent, swirled with fall leaves, huddled against the cold winds of November.

    We’re together in this fight. You’re not alone.

    Bourbon vanilla and vintage champaca absolute with sweet patchouli, dried red fruits, leather accord, pumpkin rind, and a splash of bourbon.

    We have been wrestling with how to disburse funds for this scent for over a week, and decided that the best impact we can make is by helping the ACLU fight voter suppression.

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  • Rest and Play Perfume Oil

    Arthur Batt

    Fireplace cinders, mahogany, and hearth-warmed fur.

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  • RHUBARB CUSTARD MUFFINS

    Rhubarb Custard Muffins Perfume Oil

    +This muffin bites back: tender chunks of tart rhubarb stalks spangled with oven-browned sugar crystals, nestled in a crown of golden cake generously marbled with jet-streams of warm custard.

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    Roadside Attractions Perfume Oil

    “So what is this place?” asked Shadow, as they walked through the parking lot toward a low, unimpressive wooden building.

    “This is a roadside attraction,” said Wednesday. “One of the finest. Which means it is a place of power.”

    “Come again?”

    “It’s perfectly simple,” said Wednesday. “In other countries, over the years, people recognized the places of power. Sometimes it would be a natural formation, sometimes it would just be a place that was, somehow, special. They knew that something important was happening there, that there was some focusing point, some channel, some window to the Immanent. And so they would build temples or cathedrals, or erect stone circles, or . . . well, you get the idea.”

    “There are churches all across the States, though,” said Shadow.

    “In every town. Sometimes on every block. And about as significant, in this context, as dentists’ offices. No, in the USA, people still get the call, or some of them, and they feel themselves being called to from the transcendent void, and they respond to it by building a model out of beer bottles of somewhere they’ve never visited, or by erecting a gigantic bat house in some part of the country that bats have traditionally declined to visit. Roadside attractions: people feel themselves being pulled to places where, in other parts of the world, they would recognize that part of themselves that is truly transcendent, and buy a hot dog and walk around, feeling satisfied on a level they cannot truly describe, and profoundly dissatisfied on a level beneath that.”

    Plaster, paint, glass, and plastic surrounding a thrumming core of sacred frankincense.

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  • ROASTED PEACH, VELVET ROSE, AND LABDANUM

    Roasted Peach, Velvet Rose, and Labdanum Perfume Oil

    A surprisingly sensual and voluptuous peach blend.

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  • Roll the Old Chariot Perfume Oil

    Oh, a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm,
    Oh, a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm,
    Oh, a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm,
    An’ we’ll all hang on behind!

    So we’ll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!
    An’ we’ll roll the golden chariot along!
    So we’ll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!
    An’ we’ll all hang on behind!

    It is said that after Horatio Nelson’s death at the Battle of Trafalgar, his body was preserved in a cask of rum (or in some tales, brandy) in order to preserve it for transport back to England. When the cask arrived, though, it was empty of spirits, and a hole in the cask was found where the sailors had been sucking the booze out with a straw.

    Oak planks, iron, brandy, and spiced rum.

    The remains of Vice-Admiral Nelson have been omitted from this fragrance.

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    Romans 13:8 Perfume Oil

    Owe no man any thing, but to love one another: for he that loveth another hath fulfilled the law.

    Almond, wild fig, red rose petals, cardamom, and oudh.

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  • roses marshmallows and afterglow

    Rose Petals, Marshmallows, and Afterglow Hair Gloss

    A sweet, sexy scent for when you want to get some, just finished getting some, or want to smell like you got some.

    Illustration by Thomas Rowlandson.

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  • ROSE RED

    Rose Red 2024 Perfume Oil

    The perfected winter rose, dew covered and freshly cut.

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  • ROSE RED

    Rose Red Perfume Oil

    The perfected winter rose, dew covered and freshly cut.

    Illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith.

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    Roses, Pearls and Diamonds Perfume Oil

    The youngest, who was the very picture of her father for courtesy and sweetness of temper, was withal one of the most beautiful girls ever seen. As people naturally love their own likeness, this mother even doted on her eldest daughter and at the same time had a horrible aversion for the youngest–she made her eat in the kitchen and work continually.

    Among other things, this poor child was forced twice a day to draw water above a mile and a-half off the house, and bring home a pitcher full of it. One day, as she was at this fountain, there came to her a poor woman, who begged of her to let her drink. 

    “Oh! ay, with all my heart, Goody,” said this pretty little girl; and rinsing immediately the pitcher, she took up some water from the clearest place of the fountain, and gave it to her, holding up the pitcher all the while, that she might drink the easier. 

    The good woman, having drunk, said to her: 

    You are so very pretty, my dear, so good and so mannerly, that I cannot help giving you a gift.” For this was a fairy, who had taken the form of a poor country woman, to see how far the civility and good manners of this pretty girl would go. “I will give you for a gift,” continued the Fairy, “that, at every word you speak, there shall come out of your mouth either a flower or a jewel.” 

    When this pretty girl came home her mother scolded her for staying so long at the fountain. 

    “I beg your pardon, mamma,” said the poor girl, “for not making more haste.” 

    And in speaking these words there came out of her mouth two roses, two pearls, and two diamonds.

    Red roses, dazzling crystalline musks, and pearlescent coconut-tinged orris.

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  • Roses Pearls and Amethysts

    Roses, Pearls, and Amethysts Perfume Oil

    White rose and hothouse orchids with honey musk, wild plum, black patchouli, and geranium.

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  • Roses Pearls and Emerald

    Roses, Pearls, and Emeralds Perfume Oil

    Rose sap, gleaming ivy, orris root, sweet oakmoss, pine needle, lime rind, and juniper.

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  • Roses Pearls and Onyx

    Roses, Pearls, and Onyx Perfume Oil

    Black roses, Pashmina oud, clove bud, opoponax, kyphi smoke, tobacco absolute, and orris butter.

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  • Roses Pearls and Rubies

    Roses, Pearls, and Rubies Perfume Oil

    Rose petal incense, twinkling white musk, sensuous labdanum, rhubarb, dried strawberries, and red amber.

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  • Roses Pearls and Sapphires

    Roses, Pearls, and Sapphires Perfume Oil

    Lavender rose petals, coconut husk, cerulean blue musk, agave, and blueberry resin.

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  • Row Bullies Row Perfume Oil

    The boardinghouse masters came aboard in a trice
    A shouting and a promising all that was nice
    Til one old crib took a liking to me
    Says he you’re a fool, lad, to follow the sea

    And it’s row, row bullies row

    Says he there’s a job as is waiting for you
    With lashings of liquor and beggar-all to do
    Says he what you say lad, will you? – or two?
    Says I you old bastard, I’m damned if I do

    And it’s row, row bullies row

    But the best of intentions they never goes far
    After thirty two days at the door of the bar
    I tossed off me liquor and what do you think
    That rotten old bastard had doctored me drink

    And it’s row, row bullies row

    Next I remember I woke in the morn
    On a the three skysail yarder bound south round Cape Horn
    With an old set of oilskins and two pair of socks
    And an IOU nailed to the lid of my box

    And it’s row, row bullies row

    Honeyed rum, a whiff of almond, and a hint of something suspiciously soporific.

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  • RUBY CHOCOLATE, BLACKCURRANT, AND POMEGRANATE
  • RUBY CHOCOLATE, MARSHMALLOW, AND ROSE PETALS
  • ruins of karnstein

    Ruins of Karnstein Perfume Oil

    “It was a bad family, and here its bloodstained annals were written,” he continued. “It is hard that they should, after death, continue to plague the human race with their atrocious lusts.”

    Palatial grandeur in ruins, its decrepit majesty poised in the liminal space between decay and beauty. A haunting memory of all-consuming desire: the rich, earthy depth of oud, vetiver, and moss, grounded in the untamed wilds of the forest, echoing the ancient stones that remain.

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    Sachs Perfume Oil

    A sensual scent, compelling and passionate, that stays close to the skin: Roman chamomile, bourbon vanilla, and smoky vanilla bean.

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  • Sagittarius Locket

    The Zodiac lockets have returned! Exquisite, elegant, and exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.

    These are heavy lockets, thick with silver, and are perfect for use as a perfume oil conduit. Dab your favorite Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab concoction onto muslin, velvet or cotton, and place the swatch inside the locket. Your body will warm the silver, and the locket will exude pure, unadulterated scent.

    The Zodiac lockets are hand cast 925 sterling silver that has been partially gold washed using a method popularized in the 19th century, and each is adorned with at least one stone corresponding to the sign the locket represents. Each locket’s bale sports one of the BPAL logos: the alchemical symbol for brimstone. Portions of the face of the lockets have been deliberately tarnished. They measure approximately 1.25″ in diameter. These lockets are heavy.
    They are not fragile, filigreed pieces; they are durable, extremely weighty with silver, and are suitable for your most adventurous airship excursions.

    These lockets are exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, and were created by and for Black Phoenix. They cannot be found anywhere else in all of Heaven and Earth.

    Each piece is hand cast.

    Our lockets come with a 24″ nickel-plated iron chain.

    The Zodiac lockets were designed by Alicia Dabney of Elements and Artifacts.

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    Salma Perfume Oil

    Crisp linen, a smudge of ballpoint pen ink, soap-touched skin, apple shampoo, and effervescent science fair experiment residue.

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  • Salome Scent Locket

    These lockets were created exclusively for Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab. They cannot be found anywhere else in all of Heaven and Earth.

    These are heavy lockets, thick with silver, and are perfect for use as a perfume oil conduit. Dab your favorite Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab concoction onto muslin, velvet or cotton, and place the swatch inside the locket. Your body will warm the silver, and the locket will exude pure, unadulterated scent.

    Each locket is hand cast .925 sterling silver, and each locket’s bale sports the alchemical symbol for brimstone and come with a 24″ nickel-plated iron chain.

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    Sam Perfume Oil

    Tap. Tap. Tap.

    Shadow opened his eyes, and, groggily, sat up. He was freezing, and the sky outside the car was the deep luminescent purple that divides the dusk from the night.

    Tap. Tap. Someone said, “Hey, mister,” and Shadow turned his head. The someone was standing beside the car, no more than a darker shape against the darkling sky. Shadow reached out a hand and cranked down the window a few inches. He made some waking-up noises, and then he said, “Hi.”

    “You all right? You sick? You been drinking?” The voice was high—a woman’s or a boy’s.

    “I’m fine,” said Shadow. “Hold on.” He opened the door, and got out, stretching his aching limbs and neck as he did so. Then he rubbed his hands together, to get the blood circulating and to warm them up.

    “Whoa. You’re pretty big.”

    “That’s what they tell me,” said Shadow.

    “Who are you?”

    “I’m Sam,” said the voice.

    “Boy Sam or girl Sam?”

    “Girl Sam. I used to be Sammi with an i, and I’d do a smiley face over the i, but then I got completely sick of it because like absolutely everybody was doing it, so I stopped.”

    “Okay, girl Sam. You go over there, and look out at the road.”

    “Why? Are you a crazed killer or something?”

    “No,” said Shadow, “I need to take a leak and I’d like just the smallest amount of privacy.”

    “Oh. Right. Okay. Got it. No problem. I am so with you. I can’t even pee if there’s someone in the next stall. Major shy bladder syndrome.”

    “Now, please.”

    Nag champa incense, patchouli, and freshly-soaped skin.

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  • samhain

    Samhain Perfume Oil

    Truly the scent of autumn itself — damp woods, fir needle, and black patchouli with the gentlest touches of warm pumpkin, clove, nutmeg, allspice, sweet red apple and mullein.

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  • samhain

    Samhain Perfume Oil

    Truly the scent of autumn itself — damp woods, fir needle, and black patchouli with the gentlest touches of warm pumpkin, clove, nutmeg, allspice, sweet red apple and mullein.

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  • SAMURAI ON A BRIDGE BATTLING A GHOST WHILE MAKING LOVE TO A WOMAN

    Samurai on a Bridge Battling a Ghost While Making Love to a Woman Perfume Oil

    Steel, leather, and scarlet chypre, pomegranate incense, tobacco absolute, nagarmotha, saffron, Ceylon cinnamon, champaca, and red oud.

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    Sanctus Perfume Oil

    The Sanctus are considered by some pious vampires to be the saints of their kind, and from what we have gleaned, they are very likely the stuff of myth. These vampires are paragons that possess impossible, phenomenal powers that defy known physics, including the ability to shift shape, turn into a gaseous form, and command other vampires through will alone. The mythological Sanctus are venerated by some, but we have no evidence whatsoever that they truly exist.

    Diabolically otherworldly: golden osmanthus, lily of the valley, celestial musk, and frankincense.

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  • santa doesnt need your help

    Santa Doesn’t Need Your Help Perfume Oil

    A calming, affirming fragrance to help motivate Santa through the daunting tasks which await him year after year: sugar plum lavender marshmallows.

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  • Santa Doesn't Need Your Help

    Santa Doesn’t Need Your Help Perfume Oil

    When a K-pop boy band shows up to “save Christmas,” it’s the last straw!

    Santa Claus may be getting older, achier, more forgetful over the years, but he is determined to prove to the world he can still do his job without anyone’s help. “On Dasher, on Dancer, on Cupid, on Comet, I must show the world that Santa’s still got it!”

    Award-winning filmmaker Kevin Maher and New Yorker cartoonist Joe Dator have given the timeless tale of saving Christmas a clever twist when Santa decides to save the day himself this year. What follows is a laugh-out-loud adventure about refusing help.

    Will old Saint Nick discover the true meaning of Christmas? Or will he ruin everyone’s holiday because he’s too stubborn to admit when he’s wrong?

    Various sites where the book is sold:
    Amazon.com
    Barnes & Noble
    Astoria Bookshop
    Bookshop.org
    Books-A-Million

    SANTA DOESN’T NEED YOUR HELP
    A calming, affirming fragrance to help motivate Santa through the daunting tasks which await him year after year: sugar plum lavender marshmallows.

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    Sara Pezzini Perfume Oil

    A hint of leather and an understated vintage musk layered over the scent of lightly perspiring, honey-dusted skin.

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    Sarah, The Mother Bear Perfume Oil

    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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  • Satan Presiding at the Infernal Council

    Satan Presiding at the Infernal Council Perfume Oil

    John Martin

    Black musk, frankincense, leather, black pepper, incense smoke, ebony, angelica root, and a splash of Stygian fougere.

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    Saw-Scaled Viper Perfume Oil

    Snake Oil with cinnamon, cassia, and red ginger.

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  • Scarecrow Boytoy Perfume Oil

    A lusty, bubbling cauldron of thick, black tar spilling forth from a pile of dusty straw and secondhand clothes.

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  • Schmendrick Perfume Oil

    Wonder and love and great sorrow shook Schmendrick the Magician then, and came together inside him, and filled him, filled him until he felt himself brimming and flowing with something that was none of these. He did not believe it, but it came to him anyway, as it had touched him twice before and left him more barren than he had been. This time, there was too much of it for him to hold: it spilled through his skin, sprang from his fingers and toes, welled up equally in his eyes and his hair and the hollows of his shoulders. There was too much to hold, too much ever to use; and still he found himself weeping with the pain of his impossible greed. He thought, or said, or sang, I did not know that I was so empty, to be so full;.

    Unexplored potential: sweet, raw tobacco leaves, chamomile, clary sage, meadow sage, Mysore sandalwood, sultana raisins, and caramel.

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    Scholar’s Tower Perfume Oil

    “Amina and Shula took in stray books and stray cats and filled their home with both. They loved their feline charges as much as their studies, though the former often demanded more attention than the latter.

    Together, the two scholars charted the paths of comets, discovered and named new stars, and debated the size and shape of the observable skies. They loved their study of the heavens, but they also strove to keep their inner world full and happy. Some days, all they needed was a sunny spot in their tower to enjoy a few books and a pot of tea together with their horde of cats.”

    Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab has created SCHOLARS’ TOWER to commemorate “Imagined Realms”, the first in a series of books of fantasy art by award winning artist Julie Dillon.

    Gleaming amber spheres, polished cedar and mahogany, sweet parchment, inks of frankincense ash, and soft plumes of incense.

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  • Illustration of blue social media bird with three daggers in it that reads Schrodinger's Checkmark

    Schrödinger’s Checkmark Perfume Oil

    A  hubristic statement fragrance that says: You are valid, you are official, you are VERIFIED… or are you? Guess you’ll have to shell out for it first, try it on, and then see how you feel (an experience that old-school indie fragrance fans are already well accustomed to).

    Anyway, we haven’t market-tested this product or cleared it with any investors. We just rushed it into production with the intention of fine-tuning later based on reactions online. So… what do you think? Would you pay for it as-is? How about now, if we claim to have made subtle improvements? We definitely made them. Wait, come back!

    The scent of questionable clout: airy, sticky marshmallow fluff, oily benzoin, and blackened, slick patchouli.

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  • Scorpio Locket

    The Zodiac lockets have returned! Exquisite, elegant, and exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.

    These are heavy lockets, thick with silver, and are perfect for use as a perfume oil conduit. Dab your favorite Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab concoction onto muslin, velvet or cotton, and place the swatch inside the locket. Your body will warm the silver, and the locket will exude pure, unadulterated scent.

    The Zodiac lockets are hand cast 925 sterling silver that has been partially gold washed using a method popularized in the 19th century, and each is adorned with at least one stone corresponding to the sign the locket represents. Each locket’s bale sports one of the BPAL logos: the alchemical symbol for brimstone. Portions of the face of the lockets have been deliberately tarnished. They measure approximately 1.25″ in diameter. These lockets are heavy.
    They are not fragile, filigreed pieces; they are durable, extremely weighty with silver, and are suitable for your most adventurous airship excursions.

    These lockets are exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, and were created by and for Black Phoenix. They cannot be found anywhere else in all of Heaven and Earth.

    Each piece is hand cast.

    Our lockets come with a 24″ nickel-plated iron chain.

    The Zodiac lockets were designed by Alicia Dabney of Elements and Artifacts.

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  • SEA-CUCUMBER RING, JEWEL BALLS, SMALL DILDO

    Sea-Cucumber Ring, Jewel Balls, Small Dildo Perfume Oil

    Tobacco flower, hay absolute, lemon peel, brown leather accord, amber saffron, black pepper, and magnolia blossom.

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    Search Engine Perfume Oil

    “What the hell is that?” asked Shadow, but Wednesday touched his finger to his lips, shook his head sharply. Silence.

    It looked like a mechanical spider, blue metal, glittering LED lights, and it was the size of a tractor. It squatted at the bottom of the hill. Beyond it were an assortment of bones, each with a flame beside it little bigger than a candle-flame, flickering.

    Dark metal and sour grapefruit creeping over a field of bones.

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  • Sesen Perfume Oil

    One of three prototypes of historical reproductions of ancient Egyptian perfumes.

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    Seth Perfume Oil

    Sudanese myrrh, papyrus, champaca flower, black lotus, amber, and honeyed leather.

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    Seven Inches of Blood Perfume Oil

    The grave of the Countess Mircalla was opened; and the General and my father recognized each his perfidious and beautiful guest, in the face now disclosed to view. The features, though a hundred and fifty years had passed since her funeral, were tinted with the warmth of life. Her eyes were open; no cadaverous smell exhaled from the coffin. The two medical men, one officially present, the other on the part of the promoter of the inquiry, attested the marvelous fact that there was a faint but appreciable respiration, and a corresponding action of the heart. The limbs were perfectly flexible, the flesh elastic; and the leaden coffin floated with blood, in which to a depth of seven inches, the body lay immersed.

    A shimmering pool of coppery red musk, Dracaena cinnabari, clove bud, cacao, and lead.

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    Seven Word Story: Envy Perfume Oil

    The subject of our latest #BPAL7wordstory contest was Envy. The winning entry was submitted by Tyler Butler:

    Galatea wept as Pygmalion carved new statues

    Marble-white sandalwood, vanilla blossom, and orris root veined with whorls of ambergris accord, rose-touched with life, slowly shattering tears of bitter carrot seed and cistus.

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    Seven Word Story: Gluttony Perfume Oil

    The subject of our latest #BPAL7wordstory contest was Gluttony. The winning entry was submitted by Crystal Rose-Thompson:

    The Sirens Eagerly Beckoned the Approaching Ship

    Sea splash on murky labdanum and gleaming olibanum, veiled in lavender, diaphanous osmanthus, gilded saffron, and honey incense.

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    Seven Word Story: Greed Perfume Oil

    The subject of our latest #BPAL7wordstory contest was Greed. The winning entry was submitted by Melanie C:

    Killed the last rhino for its horn.

    Ambergris accord, orris root, and carrot seed.

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    Seven Word Story: Lust Perfume Oil

    Quoth one of the wordiest humans who ever lived: “Brevity is the soul of wit.”

    This spring we challenged friends and fans to answer that call, baring their souls (and more) in our steamy, Lust-themed #BPAL7wordstory contest

    “Seduce us in seven!” we demanded, promising the winning story would be enshrined in a Limited Edition fragrance. The response was overwhelming — and downright filthy. Over eight hundred entries later, Lust found its new champion. The winning story, submitted via Twitter by @GeekDame, took flight in our perfumer’s imagination and resulted in the following myth-tinged tryst.

    Congrats to the winner, and keep your quills sharp! #BPAL7wordstory is only getting started.

    He breathed smoke across her pomegranate-stained lips.

    Chthonic incense and blood-red pomegranate.

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    Seven Word Story: Pride Perfume Oil

    The subject of our latest #BPAL7wordstory contest was Pride. The winning entry was submitted by Cam Collins:

    The alligator selfie was a bad idea.

    A swampy blend of Spanish moss, green tea, green oakmoss, celery seed, cucumber, and murky black patchouli.

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    Seven Word Story: Sloth Perfume Oil

    As Baudelaire once wrote, “We revel in the laxness of the path we take.” As such, we weren’t convinced anyone would bother entering the Sloth edition of our #BPAL7wordstory contest.

    Somehow, hundreds of you summoned the strength to string seven words together — plus the dozens who cheekily declined to muster more than six. The winning entry by Amy DeNies epitomizes that (lack of) effort with aplomb.

    Congrats to our winner, and keep those heavy eyelids propped open — #BPAL7wordstory could strike again at any time.

    can’t commit to finishing a whole banana

    The effort is too much: banana weighed down by blackened cacao, bourbon vetiver, and tobacco absolute.

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    Seven Word Story: Wrath Perfume Oil

    The subject of our latest #BPAL7wordstory contest was WRATH. The winning entry was submitted by Miss Paulette:

    The poison worked slowly, to her delight.

    Bitter almond swirled into black patchouli, with red amber, rum absolute, and lemon peel.

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    Seventeenth Lash

    Red musk, red pepper, and honeycomb.

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  • several penises

    Several Penises Perfume Oil

    Lemon frankincense, sandalwood cream, and saffron tabac.

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    Shadow Moon Nail Polish

    Gray creme shot through with a multichromatic shimmer shifting through green and blue to fuchsia with flecks of gold.

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    Shadow Perfume Oil

    “How the hell did you find me here?” he asked his dead wife.

    She shook her head slowly, amused. “You shine like a beacon in a dark world,” she told him. “It wasn’t that hard…”

    Grey oudh and bay rum luminous with amber.

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    Shadwell Perfume Oil

    Shadwell had turned out to be about five feet high and wore clothes which, no matter what they actually were, always turned up in your short-term memory as an old mackintosh. The old man may have all his own teeth, but only because no-one else could possibly have wanted them; just one of them, placed under the pillow, would have made the Tooth Fairy hand in its wand.

    He appeared to live entirely on sweet tea, condensed milk, hand-rolled cigarettes, and a sort of sullen internal energy. Shadwell had a Cause, while he followed with the full resources of his soul and his Pensioner’s Concessionary Travel Pass. He believed in it. It powered him like a turbine.

    Roll-ups, mildewed raincoat, sweet tea, and condensed milk.

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    Shakarri Perfume Oil

    White pear and absinthe, sea moss and patchouli, labdanum and crushed coral.

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    Sharpe Family Coat of Arms Pendant

    Ad Montes Oculos Levavi, “I shall lift up mine eyes unto the hills.”

    The Skull Crest. 2 1/8″ wide, 2 1/2″ tall. Antiqued pewter, 18″ chain.

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    Sharpe Family Crest Pendant

    Heraldic dragons entwined, reigning over the Cumbrian Hills together.

    3 1/8″ wide, 2 5/8″ high. Antiqued pewter, 18″ chain.

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  • shelley byron and keats

    Shelley, Byron, and Keats Perfume Oil

    Uncompromising idealism, haunted romanticism, fatal ennui, and a heady amount of scandal and vice: red roses and pale carnation with a draught of laudanum, smears of opium tar, a hint of absinthe, and mercury ointment.

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  • Art for Shells by Bartolomeo Bimbi

    Shells Perfume Oil

    Bartolomeo Bimbi

    Crushed pearls, shimmering birch, and pink abalone draped in a thick, velvet mantle of russet musk, peru balsam, tonka bean, labdanum, and oud.

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    Sherlock Holmes Perfume Oil

    My name is Sherlock Holmes.  It is my business to know what other people don’t know.

    A fastidiously clean scent, with a dash of pipe and cigarette tobacco. Faintly beneath, you catch the fragrance of a smear of greasepaint, a stray horsehair, and a whisper of Moroccan leather and rosin.

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  • Sheut Perfume Oil

    One of three prototypes of historical reproductions of ancient Egyptian perfumes.

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    Shipwreck Graveyard Perfume Oil

    Seaweed-wrapped planks of red oak, white pine, and cedar coated in thick algae, a tangle of hemp rope, cast iron cannons thick with rust, all enveloped in a ghostly gasp of white musk, bergamot, ambrette, and jasmine sambac.

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    Silenti Perfume Oil

    The Silenti reject human society completely, and are, quite literally, the living dead. Either due to trauma, sociopathic psychological conditions they possessed while human, or through a desire to embrace this peculiar aesthetic, they adopt many of the stereotypes and trappings of the vampire-as-undead. Some act as monstrous killers, akin to the murderous ways of Interfectors, while others are more peaceable, but no less strange. Most of these vampires choose to live in crypts, haunting graveyards like proverbial ghouls. Many vampire death cults have sprung from the philosophies and writings of Silenti, including the House of Azrael, whose members venerate death itself as the supreme deity and oblivion as heaven.

    Grave beauty: Spanish moss, lilac, wisteria, myrrh, and olibanum.

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    Single Note: Bluebonnet Perfume Oil

    Proceeds from the sale of SN: Bluebonnet will benefit Global Giving’s Hurricane Harvey Relief Fund.

    See also, Global Giving on Charity Navigator.

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    Single Note: Flor de Maga Perfume Oil

    The national flower of Puerto Rico. The proceeds of this scent initially went to support the Hispanic Federation’s Hurricane Maria relief fund; in the wake of Puerto Rico’s devastating January 7th, 2020 earthquake, Hispanic Federation has quickly mobilized to help provide relief for this new crisis.

    If you would like to donate on your own, please visit the Hispanic Federation’s website, go to the pull-down menu, and select “hurricane relief effort” (or click here).

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  • SINISTER RESTLESSNESS

    Sinister Restlessness Perfume Oil

    …It was a sooty-black animal that resembled a monstrous cat. It appeared to me about four or five feet long for it measured fully the length of the hearthrug as it passed over it; and it continued to-ing and fro-ing with the lithe, sinister restlessness of a beast in a cage. I could not cry out, although as you may suppose, I was terrified.

    Fear and fascination: blackened vetiver, amber smoke, clove, and oudh.

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  • Sirène Médiévale Perfume Oil

    Bodleian Libraries, Douce

    Rolling hills of green grass squished by kelp, seaspray, orris root, white jasmine, coconut, white sandalwood, and cucumber.

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    Sissy, The Ascendant Perfume Oil

    Sassafras and smoke for black vulture feathers, and King mandarin and red musk for the deep red-orange of the vulture’s face. Blue lilac and chamomile / opoponax and vetiver for the blue and black of her eyes. Vanilla bean and fig represent her innate goodness and instinctive kindness.

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  • sister death

    Sister Death Perfume Oil

    My sister Death! I pray thee come to me

    Of thy sweet charity,

    And be my nurse but for a little while;

    I will indeed lie still,

    And not detain thee long, when once is spread,

    Beneath the yew, my bed:

    I will not ask for lillies or for roses;

    But when the evening closes,

    Just take from any brook a single knot

    Of pale Forget-me-not,

    And lay them in my hand, until I wake,

    For his dear sake;

    (For should he ever pass and by me stand,

    He might understand ―)

    Then heal the passion and the fever

    With one cool kiss, for ever.

    – Digby Mackworth Dolben 

    Pale gilded lilies and roses in the labdanum shadow of a yew tree, a sprig of forget-me-not, the dwindling memory of a genteel cologne, and the honeyed breathlessness of a kiss.

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    Sister Mary Loquacious Perfume Oil

    Sister Mary Loquacious has been a devout Satanist since birth. She went to Sabbat School as a child and won black stars for handwriting and liver. When she was told to join the Chattering Order she went obediently, having a natural talent in that direction and, in any case, knowing that she would be among friends. She would be quite bright, if she was ever put in a position to find out, but long ago found that being a scatterbrain, as she’d put it, gave you an easier journey through life.

    An effervescent blend of white musk, lemon peel, vanilla incense, and wild bergamot.

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    Sixteenth Lash

    Cinnamon, nutmeg, Austrian chocolate, and black musk.

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    Sjöfn Perfume Oil

    Seventh is Sjofn. She is much concerned to direct people’s minds to love, both women and men. Our song to the Norse Goddess of Love is scented with apples and birch and bound with apple blossoms.

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    skekNa the Slave Master Perfume Oil

    SkekNa the Slave Master remains silent most of the time, except for occasional sneers and hisses. His action is dominated by kicking, whipping, and herding little Podling slaves. Between meals, the Skeksis sought out skekNa the Slave Master for scraps to appease the raging hunger they always felt. SkekNa was purely and openly evil from the beginning, and without him the work of the Castle would never have been done.

    The essence of vile gluttony: an abundance of spices, sweet cakes, thick creams, and opulent liqueurs mixed with the scent of whip leather and rusted padlocks.

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    skekTek the Scientist Perfume Oil

    SkekTek the Scientist kept some real power of thought, but in truth he had become only a juggler of ideas, of memories from his previous life. He had studied the light of the Crystal and used it for the division. And he studied the wounded Crystal, and by that light he saw his ways to acts of darkness. First, he learned the art to make beams of light from the Dark Crystal, which he burned into the eyes of the Pod People and Gelfling to make them his slaves. After the light had struck them, no light lived in their eyes, but they obeyed. And the second evil was to use dark light to draw the essence of life, to drain it from the living to make a drink for the Skeksis, above all for the Emperor. This essence gave them back their youth and vigor for a while, only for a little while; but many Gelflings were victims forever.

    Metal and stone and beams of dark light: hyssop, black currant, black viola, passionflower, and myrrh.

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    skekUng the Garthim Master Perfume Oil

    Strongest of all for brute force – after the Emperor – was skekUng the Garthim Master. Torment was his pleasure, though his urSkeks originally had been a healer and continued so in his urRu form. Hidden in that tall, shining urSkek was one who, ages later, could find pleasure in tearing apart the gentle Gelfling. The urSkeks knew this evil was in them and tried hard to burn it out.

    Brute force and destruction: vetiver, smoke, steel, and dragon’s blood resin.

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    skekZok the Ritual Master Perfume Oil

    SkekZok the Ritual Master was thought to hold control of the court entirely in his own hands. He had the ear of skekSo the Emperor, whose wishes were absolute; no one could hope for success except through skekZok. He sought to rule the other Skeksis through prophecies he invented and false apparitions he conjured. SkekZok found that the Emperor raised favorites only to enjoy the pleasure of their fall, while other distrustful Skeksis practiced their own secret divinations. 

    An incense of deception: frankincense, opoponax, hyssop, champaca, and opium poppy accord.

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  • Skelemingo

    Skelemingo Perfume Oil

    Increasingly common to North America as various decorative customs have been blown off-course by year-round Halloween revelry.

    Pink grapefruit and black licorice.

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    Skeletons for Harris & Walz Button

    Beth made some ridiculous yard signs for her house and a couple of people asked if we could make them into pins, so here you go! 

     

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  • SKOGINTERIOR

    Skoginterior Perfume Oil

    Ludwig Munthe

    Black spruce, tonka bean, snow-laden evergreens, iced sandalwood, orris root, pear blossom, and the dim glow of scarlet musk.

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  • SKOGTROLL

    Skogtroll Perfume Oil

    Our gruesome blend of ghastly greens and blacks, now streaked with blue-white: frozen and snow-packed vetiver, pine pitch, troll musk, elemi, camphor, black basil, eucalyptus blossom, clove smoke, and scorched cumin.

    Art by Ashton Hansen!

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    Skull White Nail Polish

    Metallic skull-white, shards of bone splintering through flesh, blood, and sinew.

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    Skyborn Perfume Oil

    “The Overlight, we called it.
    and it is by its colored rays that you will
    know your power, oh Skyborn child”

    An otherworldly, iridescent shine, casked on-site at the Manifold Elixarium: opalescent lavenderine, sheer white musk, wild bergamot, iris and white amber drifting on a pale cloud of Hearthwood Ash.

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    Slate-Black Clouds Tumbled Over Eden Perfume Oil

    Slate-black curtains tumbled over Eden. Thunder growled among the hills. The animals, freshly named, cowered from the storm. Far away, in the dripping woods, something bright and fiery flickered among the trees. It was going to be a dark and stormy night.

    Clouds massing east of Eden: a rapidly darkening sky blasted by thundercrack of ozone, blast of cold, black rain, punctuated by a thin flicker of amber.

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  • Sleeping Cat Perfume Oil

    William Menzies Coldstream

    Get comfy, you won’t be going anywhere for a while! Sweet, soft, somnambulant amber.

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  • sleepy bat

    Sleepy Bat Perfume Oil

    An ode to the BPAL bat: lavender-dusted auburn fur, a drop of hops, Roman chamomile, hay absolute, ambrette seed, and sun-warmed leather.

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  • SLEIGHT OF HAND

    Sleight of Hand Perfume Oil

    The trick finally played, now treats could commence.


    Incense-tarred patchouli, opoponax, blackened cloth, frankincense resin, and black moss.

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  • SLOWLY SHE TURNED

    Slowly She Turned Perfume Oil

    Straining to hear, she wondered who the applause might be for. Surely not herself?


    Flaming amber, queen mandarin rind, yellow peppercorn, scorched yellow roses, and a hint of decay.

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  • slug

    Slug Perfume Oil

    A relaxed, lazy scent; slightly sebaceous and sweetly slimy: warm, buttery honey cream and dribbles of amber. May we all have at least a few gentle, sweet slug moments throughout this holiday season.

     

    Painted by Nagasawa Rosetsu.

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    Slumber Ghoul Perfume Oil

    The air in the room chilled, then soured. The children exchanged a glance, as if to say: It’s here.


    Sleepy lavender bud, the memory of warm milk, a splinter of bone dust, and a clawful of upturned grave loam.

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  • SLUSHY SNOWBALLS

    Slushy Snowballs Perfume Oil

    Chilly vanilla frankincense snowballs polluted with raw cacao, labdanum, and myrrh.

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  • SMILING MELANCHOLY

    Smiling Melancholy Perfume Oil

    There was a coldness, it seemed to me, beyond her years, in her smiling melancholy persistent refusal to afford me the least ray of light.

    Distant, enigmatic, shadowed: delicate heliotrope and pale rose petals, muted and soft, resting atop a chilly, intimate base that blends white musk, cashmere woods, and a touch of tonka bean.

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  • smut

    Smut Perfume Oil

    We are the smuttiest. Three swarthy, smutty musks sweetened with sugar and woozy with dark booze notes.

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    Snake Oil Hot Toddy Perfume Oil

    BPAL’s perennial favorite, Snake Oil, soaked in whiskey, honey, and a twist of lemon.

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  • Snake Oil Lemonade Perfume Oil

    The result of going too fast while refilling Lemon Scented Sticky Bat and Snake Oil back to back.

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    Snake Oil: 2009 Vintage Perfume Oil

    Back in 2009, we bottled a hooch-jug of Snake Oil and put it aside in a cool, dark nook. We’ll be selling the fruits of our labor and patience in 100 bottle increments.

    We will be making announcements prior to each hundred-bottle release.

    By far, our most popular scent! Magnetic, mysterious, and exceedingly sexual in nature. Our signature scent, deep, rich earthy notes swirled with vegetal musks, sugared vanilla bean, and dark spices.
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    Snake Oil: 2014 Vintage Perfume Oil

    Two years onward from our great cross-country move, we’re still opening boxes we forgot we’d packed, unearthing many oily treasures — for example, a hooch jug of Snake Oil bottled in 2014, aged to perfection in the temperature-controlled darkness of a West coast warehouse, and then an East coast one.

    We’ve chosen to break up this limited quantity of bottles into smaller batches to be released gradually over time, in hopes that it will help more folks stand a chance of acquiring them; today’s is the first such release. Once our own private well of 2014 Snake Oil runs dry, that will be it forever!

    Snake Oil: By far, our most popular scent! Magnetic, mysterious, and exceedingly sexual in nature. Our signature scent, deep, rich earthy notes swirled with vegetal musks, sugared vanilla bean, and dark spices.

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    Snakes in the Berry Sonker Perfume Oil

    Snake Oil slithering into a pan of baked blueberries, blackberries, and raspberries in a warm pastry crust, topped with vanilla ice cream and molasses.

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    Snakes in the Coconut Cake Perfume Oil

    Thick slices of coconut-frosted coconut cake dunked in a vat of Snake Oil.

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  • snootier bat

    Snootier Bat Perfume Oil

    Now with more snoot. All the sugared incense you can shake a wing at with double the leather and a dollop of thick, inky black musk.

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    Snooty Bat Perfume Oil

    On Fridays, we wear black: sugared patchouli, nag champa, black leather, and clove.

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  • SNOW LOTUS

    Snow Lotus Perfume Oil

    Frost-blue lotus petal, lotus root, amber, myrrh, and black sandalwood.

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    Snow Moon 2024 Perfume Oil

    Some consider December’s full moon to be Snow Moon, but the cold, bleak white silence of February also bears the name. Snowfall is at its heaviest, food is scarce, the past year’s harvest has been exhausted, and driving winds, sleet, and bitter cold make hunting near-impossible. It is a desolate time, a solitary time, a time of conservation and introspection; in February, we are confronted with loneliness and want, and are challenged to find strength in the darkness. 

    Snow, endless snow, and a glimmer of hope illuminated by the reflection of Brigid’s flame. Snowdrops pushing through a pale white blanket of crystalline musk, pale white frozen apples, white tea leaf, yuzu, and angelica root.

     

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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  • apple liqueur and brandy
  • coconut and icicles
  • Roasted Tea Leaf and Night-Blooming Jasmine
  • Yuzu and Blackcurrant
  • SNOW SNAKE

    Snow Snake 2023 Perfume Oil

    A chilly interpretation of BPAL’s Snake Oil: sweet, spiced musk with a crunch of snow and frost-hardened patchouli.

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  • SNOW WHITE

    Snow White 2024 Perfume Oil

    A chilly, bright perfume: flurries of virgin snow, crisp winter wind and the faintest breath of night-blooming flowers.

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  • SNOW WHITE

    Snow White Perfume Oil

    A chilly, bright perfume: flurries of virgin snow, crisp winter wind and the faintest breath of night-blooming flowers.

    Illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith.

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  • SNOW-COVERED CATHEDRAL

    Snow-Covered Cathedral Perfume Oil

    Ecclesiastical incense wafting behind candlelit stained glass and icicles thrusting from stone archways.

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    Snow, Glass, Apples Scent Locket

    This jewelry series is a tribute to Neil Gaiman’s phenomenal short stories. His works have been an enormous influence on our lives, and we are honored to be able to work with him.

    Neil Gaiman’s Official Site  •  Neil Gaiman’s Official Online Store

    Proceeds from every single piece go to the CBLDF.

    Each piece is hand cast 925 sterling silver, and each bale sports the alchemical symbol for brimstone. The oval lockets measures 1.5″ from top to bottom, and the circular lockets measure approximately 1″ in diameter. The circular pendant measures approximately 1″ in diameter.

    The lockets are heavy, thick with silver, and are perfect for use as a perfume oil conduit. Dab a little Hastur, Mad Sweeney, Mr. Nancy, Fairy Market or Banana Peel in a Graveyard onto muslin, velvet or cotton, and place the swatch inside the locket. Your body will warm the silver, and the locket will exude pure, unadulterated scent.

    This jewelry is exclusive to the Trading Post. Every piece was inspired by the work of Neil Gaiman, and were created with his blessing. The artwork for Forbidden Brides, the Goldfish Pool, and Shoggoth’s Old Peculiar was created by Alicia Dabney, and the artwork for A Study in Emerald and Snow, Glass, Apples was created by Julie Dillon.

    Since each piece is hand cast, the jewelry will come down temporarily as they sell out in order for us to take the time and care necessary to create more.

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  • SNOWBOUND

    Snowbound Perfume Oil

    Black Phoenix’s rapturous blend of three roses, radiant amber, and sensual red musk strapped in leather and covered in snow.

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  • SNOWY CROSS

    Snowy Cross Perfume Oil

    Snow-dappled rose and frankincense.

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    Snowy Evening Perfume Oil

    Georges Lemmen

    Long shadows of lavender resin and red labdanum.

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    Socialite Nail Polish

    A semi-sheer, elegant lace shimmer.

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    Socrates Perfume Oil

    SOCRATES of Athens (c. 470 BCE – 399 BCE)

    To Socrates, “the unexamined life is not worth living.” He did his examining publicly, by elenchus, which is italics for “the question-and-answer analysis of ideas.” (We still call this “the Socratic Method” and it still bugs people.)

    Socrates portrayed himself as a “gadfly” to the torpid “great and noble steed” of the state, and powerful Athenians agreed, though they were not universally grateful.

    Socrates also claimed he had a mystical inner voice (his daimonion) and it dissuaded him from such deeds as seeking high office. Ineluctably, this daimonion and his many other peculiarities were weaponized by Athenians of high office.

    Despite his patriotic service – as soldier, as divinely-appointed nuisance of Athens – Socrates was tried, convicted of impiety and corruption of the youth, and sentenced to death by drinking Conium maculatum, which is italics for poisonous hemlock.

    Socrates remained Socrates to the last.

    …I had not the boldness or impudence or inclination to address you as you would have liked me to address you, weeping and wailing and lamenting, and saying and doing many things which you have been accustomed to hear from others, and which, as I say, are unworthy of me. But I thought that I ought not to do anything common or mean in the hour of danger: nor do I now repent of the manner of my defense, and I would rather die having spoken after my manner, than speak in your manner and live.
    – Plato-s Apology

    Inspired by anointing oils used in the philosopher’s time after partaking in public baths: orris root, ambergris accord, frankincense, olive blossom, black fig, and marjoram.

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    Solanine, the Flower Girl Perfume Oil

    In the distance, you hear the discordant tolling of churchbells, uneven and strangely triumphant. As you turn towards the beckoning clang, you feel something brush across your neck: a gentle caress before a hundred pricking trichomes tear at your skin. There is a sudden whipping sensation and a clench of movement, and your throat is clamped in a rigid green noose.

    A raspy voice whispers, “Pardon,” and the grip on you loosens.

    A woman stands behind you. She holds a basket overflowing with creeping vines and flowers: razor-thorned roses, vibrant bursts of oleander, drooping cascades of wisteria, sprays of white hemlock and lily of the valley, bruise-blue pillows of aconite, purple-veined henbane, and the snapping jaws of monstrously large flytraps, glistening wet with mucilage. Her clothes smell faintly of manchineel smoke, and her fingertips are stained green. She smiles and shudders as the green tendrils that surround her writhe and contract. She plucks a red-spotted mushroom from her basket and places it gently in your palm before turning away.

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    Sonnet Perfume Oil

    Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson

    I had not thought of violets late,
    The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feet
    In wistful April days, when lovers mate
    And wander through the fields in raptures sweet.
    The thought of violets meant florists’ shops,
    And bows and pins, and perfumed papers fine;
    And garish lights, and mincing little fops
    And cabarets and soaps, and deadening wines.
    So far from sweet real things my thoughts had strayed,
    I had forgot wide fields; and clear brown streams;
    The perfect loveliness that God has made,—
    Wild violets shy and Heaven-mounting dreams.
    And now—unwittingly, you’ve made me dream
    Of violets, and my soul’s forgotten gleam.

    Heaven-mounting dreams: a cluster of wild violets, the first lilac blossoms of spring, honeyed honeysuckle, ylang ylang, a touch of fennel, and cerise musk.

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    Soothing System Perfume Oil

    Inspired by Gris Grimly’s illustrations for the System of Dr. Tarr and Professor Fether.

    A lunatic’s vintage cabernet.

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    Spellbound Nail Polish

    Crème
    Come-hither enchantment. A vampy, blackened berry.

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    Spiced Rum Buttercream Coffee Perfume Oil

    Today, the Trump administration announced that they will be reinstating the US military ban on transgender people. This policy not only affects the livelihoods of thousands upon thousands of transgender military personnel, but also paves the way for further acts of bigotry and hate in our government and communities.

    We are hosting an emergency fundraiser for our friends at the National Center for Transgender Equality and for the American Civil Liberties Union. The two scents that are going live are being pulled from a future coffee-themed update that was slated for 2018. I specifically chose these scents because they are cheery and uplifting – without the usual highly-specific socio-political context that we attached to many of our fundraiser scents – in the hopes that it will sell well and sell quickly so that we can be as effective as possible in helping out. Help us take an immediate stand to fight this unconstitutional, immoral, and unnecessarily cruel ban.

    Even if you choose not to make a purchase, please consider donating to or volunteering with the NCTE and / or ACLU. Stand with the transgender community, and be a compassionate and hard-working ally to all marginalized groups whose civil rights, livelihood, happiness, health and well-being are being trampled by this administration.

    Coffee and rum laced with allspice, nutmeg, clove, star anise, cardamom, and cinnamon gently whipped into buttercream.

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    Spider Perfume Oil

    There was a family resemblance between the two men. That was unarguable, although that alone did not explain the intense feeling of familiarity that Fat Charlie felt on seeing Spider. His brother looked like Fat Charlie wished he looked in his mind…Spider was taller, and leaner, and cooler. He was wearing a black-and-scarlet leather jacket, and black leather leggings, and he looked at home in them…There was something larger-than-life about him: simply being on the other side of the table to this man made Fat Charlie feel awkward and badly consructed, and slightly foolish. It wasn’t the clothes Spider wore, but the knowledge that if Fat Charlie put them on he would look as if he were wearing some kind of unconvincing drag. It wasn’t the way Spider smiled–casually, delightedly–but Fat Charlies’s cold, incontrovertible certainty that he himself could practice smiling in front of a mirror from now until the end of time and never manage a single smile one half so charming, so cocky, or so twinklingly debonair.

    White ginger, artemesia, vetiver, nutmeg, King mandarin, bergamot, and lime.

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    Spirit Board 2024 Perfume Oil

    CRAZED THROUGH “OUIJA”
    Neglected by Her Lover She Seeks Comfort of a Fortune-Telling Device

    BRIDGEPORT, Conn., Nov. 20.— Mrs. Eugenia Carpenter, a young woman living at 221 Myrtle, av., has been receiving attention from a young man who very recently ceased to call upon her.

    Mrs. Carpenter bought a fortune-telling board called “ouija,” and from it received the prediction that her suitor would not return to her.

    Last night she was found wandering almost nude in the streets.

    Her reason was gone and at intervals she cried out “Ouija said so and I knew it was true.”

    Boston Daily Globe, November 21st 1891

    Redwood and bois de rose with white lilac, dried pink roses, and black tea.

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    Spirit Fingers Perfume Oil

    What do we want?
    TO GIVE THEM THE FINGER!

    When do we want it?
    OH MY GOD ALL THE FUCKING TIME??

    A giant foam fuck you: cotton candy, red pepper, and clove bud.

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    Spooky Action at a Distance Perfume Oil

    “When you separate an entwined particle and you move both parts away from the other, even at opposite ends of the universe, if you alter or affect one, the other will be identically altered or affected. Spooky.”

    Instantaneous correlated action between entangled partners: rose-infused sandalwood with violet leaf, frankincense, geranium rose, and a spark of elemi.

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    Spray Tops Set of Two

    Replacement spray tops for 4oz hair gloss and room spray. Sold as a set of two (2).

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  • Stańczyk

    Stańczyk Perfume Oil

    An icon of Poland’s history and culture, Stańczyk was King Sigismund I the Old’s court jester at the height of the Rebirth and his wit, intelligence, and eloquence is venerated to this day. His fame and influence – and the mysteries surrounding his life – are such that some consider him a myth. Jan Matejko’s depiction of Stańczyk is lush and shadowed, rife with despair and ill-omen, and so is our perfume: scarlet silk, spiced rose petals, well-worn red leather, Oman frankincense, labdanum, dried cherries, and blackberry wine.

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    Stormclouds Over the Midway Perfume Oil

    In your smoke-addled confusion, the Midway seems strangely empty and devoid of life. The tents that line the path appear distorted, out of proportion, and cartoonish, their angles arching menacingly.

    For a moment, the only sound you hear is the soft squelch of your boots on the damp ground. As your eyes adjust, the tents right themselves, the sounds of the Midway swirl around you, and you feel the press of the crowd against your body. The Calliope’s eerie drone lilts above the swelling chatter.

    Wine-colored storm clouds are gathering, and the scent of incense and ozone is thick in the wet air.

    Thunder-charged ozone, plum-colored incense smoke, opium tar, and wormwood.

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  • STRANGE PAROXYSMS OF LANGUID ADORATION

    Strange Paroxysms of Languid Adoration Perfume Oil

    Carmilla became more devoted to me than ever, and her strange paroxysms of languid adoration more frequent. She used to gloat on me with increasing ardor the more my strength and spirits waned. This always shocked me like a momentary glare of insanity.

    Parasitic intoxication: narcissus, opium poppy, and red orchid veiled in heliotrope, blush sandalwood, and crushed violet.

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  • STRAWBERRIES, SUGAR, AND LIME
  • Strawberry Bonbon

    Strawberry Bonbon Perfume Oil

    A hard candy for hard times: bright, sticky berry with an extra crystalline sparkle and just a pinch of grit.

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    Strawberry Moon 2024 Perfume Oil

    “We must not look at goblin men,
    We must not buy their fruits:
    Who knows upon what soil they fed
    Their hungry thirsty roots?”
    “Come buy,” call the goblins
    Hobbling down the glen.
    – Christina Rossetti

     

    A dark and dreary fragrance, honeyed yet ominous, hovering in sweet shadows: overripe strawberries and bloody smears of red currant hovering in a gloom of indigo musk, black tea, plum incense tears, champaca, cacao, and hazy laudanum accord.

     

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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  • BLACK MUSK AND NUTMEG
  • GREEN TEA AND GREEN STRAWBERRIES
  • PRUNE AND NAG CHAMPA
  • RED CURRANT AND SILVERED MUSK
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    Streets of Detroit Perfume Oil

    Black musk accord, Ethiopian myrrh, and motor oil.

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    Sturgeon Moon 2024 Perfume Oil

    A month of bounty, when the fish are plentiful and the corn grows high. This is the scent of breezes passing over the Great Lakes, mingling gently with traditional lunar herbs.

     

    Sandy shores and sweet fresh water, lichen, green algae, and whitestem pondweed, with benzoin, hay, cyclamen, moonlit musk, cucumber, blue poppy, driftwood, and agave.

    Art by Drew Rausch!

     

     

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    Sturgeon Moon 2024 Sticker

    A 3” x 3” high-quality die-cut vinyl sticker for sticking on all stickable things.

    Art by Drew Rausch!

     

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  • ambergris and lichen
  • black poppy and agave
  • kelp and driftwood
  • white patchouli and raw vetiver
  • STYRAX, STRAWBERRIES, AND RED LABDANUM
  • SUGAR COOKIES AND BOURBON
  • SUGAR PLUM SNAKE OIL

    Sugar Plum Snake Oil Perfume Oil

    Snake Oil squished into a smushy, sugar-coated dragée.

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  • sugar skull

    Sugar Skull Perfume Oil

    Vibrant with the joy and sweetness of life in death! A blend of five sugars, lightly dusted with candied fruits.

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  • sugar skull

    Sugar Skull Perfume Oil

    Vibrant with the joy and sweetness of life in death! A blend of five sugars, lightly dusted with candied fruits.

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  • summers death tune

    Summer’s Death Tune Perfume Oil

    John Butler Yeats

    Crackling, dry grasses, pale cedarwood, bone-yellow sandalwood, uprooted mandrake, a tangle of patchouli, and the smoke of distant bonfires.

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  • Sunyashniki Perfume Oil

    The sunflower is the national flower of Ukraine, a symbol of the life-affirming power of the sun that has, in recent days, become a fierce symbol of determination and resistance. This is a scent as bright as the vibrant petals of the sunflower, and as warm and joyous as the sun: flaxen amber, golden musk, neroli, lemon leaf and rind, frankincense, and sweet cedar.

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  • SUPERSTITION

    Superstition Perfume Oil

    Everton Sainsbury

    Dusty leather, a hand-worn blackthorn staff, frankincense resin, tolu balsam, wild grasses, and medicinal roots.

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  • Supposed to be a Pretzel Perfume Oil

    … but also kinda smells like popcorn?

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    Sustained Boos Perfume Oil

    Trump attended Game 5 of the World Series, and when he was announced on the public address system after the third inning, the crowd surged into a “sustained booing” that hit almost 100 decibels.

    Both the living and the dead are offended by this administration’s cruelty and perfidy.

    This scent is both ethereal and heavy; it is a booming roar of derision, a howl of resistance echoing into the darkness: a chilly aldehyde with blackened clove and coffee bean, black sandalwood, nutmeg, nag champa, white amber, and benzoin.

    Proceeds from the sale of this scent benefit the ACLU. Art by Drew Rausch!

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    Swarmageddon Perfume Oil

    The cry of the cicada

    Gives us no sign

    That presently they will die

    – Matsuo Bashō, translated by William George Aston

     

    This year, the forests of the eastern United States will be abuzz (pun intended) with the concurrent emergence of two separate broods, the 17-year-old Brood XIII and 13-year-old Brood XIX. A cicada extravaganza like this one hasn’t been seen since 1803!

     

    A scent fit for a Swarmageddon: soft, dark soil, black pepper, tonka bean, decaying leaves, licorice root, ambrette seed, sweet vetiver, bourbon vanilla, oakmoss, brown labdanum, elm bark, vegetable leather, clary sage, 13-year aged patchouli, 17-year aged patchouli, and two bright red specs of dragon’s blood resin.

     

    Art: Kingfisher, Cicada, and Willow Tree, Qing Dynasty, China

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  • SWEET TOOTH

    Sweet Tooth Perfume Oil

    The mouth opened and closed like an eye, like a door, like anything but a mouth.

    Scorched candy corn and melted toffees

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    Sweets to the Sweet Perfume Oil

    One sight did catch her attention however. Scrawled on the paving stones she was walking over—and all but erased by rain and the passage of feet—the same phrase she'd seen in the bedroom of number 14: “Sweets to the sweet.” The words were so benign; why did she seem to sense menace in them? Was it in their excess, perhaps, in the sheer overabundance of sugar upon sugar, honey upon honey?

    Sugar upon sugar, honey upon honey: white cane sugar and honey absolute.

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  • Syrnyk Perfume Oil

    A dessert akin to a crustless cheesecake with a hint of vanilla and lemon zest.

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  • Tahitian Landscape Perfume Oil

    Paul Gauguin

    Coconut meat, frangipani, plumeria, red torch ginger, freesia, Tahitian gardenia, palm fronds, and a cluster of wild orchids.

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    Take a Knee Perfume Oil

    This weekend, Trump attacked the US Constitution’s guarantee of freedom of speech and took aim at the football players who are peacefully protesting police brutality, inequality, bigotry, and racism. He’s calling for a boycott of an entire sports league to force the firing of African American athletes and their allies for speaking out about racial injustice.

    Taking a knee… this isn’t a protest of America itself, its flag, or anything that this country stands for. It isn’t disrespectful of the US military. On the contrary, it is the acknowledgement that we as a country can do better, that we must do better, and that we must renew our commitment to fight for equality and justice for all. By speaking out against institutional racism and racial injustice, against violence and bigotry, whether it be by taking a knee, locking arms with teammates, refusing to walk out onto a playing field until after the National Anthem has been sung, editorializing on social media, or making protest perfumes, we are honoring our communities, our neighbors, and our nation by attempting to amplify the voices of those who are often not empowered to speak.

    It is possible and necessary to love this country and also expect – and demand – that we do better… that we recognize injustice when we see it, and do what we can to fight it. That’s real patriotism.

    “We have fought for America with all of her imperfections. Not so much for what she is but for what we know she can be.” – Mary Bethune

    This is the scent of apple pie, as American as it gets, and a smudged grass stain. The proceeds from every single sale of this scent will benefit the NAACP.

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    Take the Moon Perfume Oil

    She held his hand, with a hand that was icy cold. “You were given protection once. You were given the sun itself. But you lost it already. You gave it away. All I can give you is much weaker protection. The daughter, not the father. But all helps. Yes?” Her white hair blew about her face in the chilly wind.

    “Do I have to fight you? Or play checkers?” he asked.

    “You do not even have to kiss me,” she told him. “Just take the moon from me.”

    “How?”

    “Take the moon.”

    “I don’t understand.”

    “Watch,” said Zorya Polunochnaya. She raised her left hand and held it in front of the moon, so that her forefinger and thumb seemed to be grasping it. Then, in one smooth movement, she plucked at it. For a moment, it looked like she had taken the moon from the sky, but then Shadow saw that the moon shone still, and Zorya Polunochnaya opened her hand to display a silver Liberty-head dollar resting between finger and thumb.

    “That was beautifully done,” said Shadow. “I didn’t see you palm it. And I don’t know how you did that last bit.”

    “I did not palm it,” she said. “I took it. And now I give it you, to keep safe. Here. Don’t give this one away.”

    Silvered musk and lemon peel, white fir needle, frosted apple blossom, and mugwort.

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  • Tar Papering (Crows) Perfume Oil

    Andrew Wyeth
    White sandalwood, orris root, ambergris, vetiver root, cardamom, white cedar, and black pepper.

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  • Taurus Locket

    The Zodiac lockets have returned! Exquisite, elegant, and exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.

    These are heavy lockets, thick with silver, and are perfect for use as a perfume oil conduit. Dab your favorite Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab concoction onto muslin, velvet or cotton, and place the swatch inside the locket. Your body will warm the silver, and the locket will exude pure, unadulterated scent.

    The Zodiac lockets are hand cast 925 sterling silver that has been partially gold washed using a method popularized in the 19th century, and each is adorned with at least one stone corresponding to the sign the locket represents. Each locket’s bale sports one of the BPAL logos: the alchemical symbol for brimstone. Portions of the face of the lockets have been deliberately tarnished. They measure approximately 1.25″ in diameter. These lockets are heavy.
    They are not fragile, filigreed pieces; they are durable, extremely weighty with silver, and are suitable for your most adventurous airship excursions.

    These lockets are exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, and were created by and for Black Phoenix. They cannot be found anywhere else in all of Heaven and Earth.

    Each piece is hand cast.

    Our lockets come with a 24″ nickel-plated iron chain.

    The Zodiac lockets were designed by Alicia Dabney of Elements and Artifacts.

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  • Teasing Perfume Oil

    Albert Ranney Chewett

    In which the fate of one’s entire garment rests on a stray flick of a feather: mallow flower, peppermint cream, blue lilac, bourbon vanilla, benzoin, English roses, teakwood, and nutmeg.

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    Technical Boy Nail Polish

    Scorched orange holographic creme.

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    Technical Boy Perfume Oil

    The fat young man at the other end of the stretch limo took a can of diet Coke from the cocktail bar and popped it open. He wore a long black coat, made of some silky material, and he appeared barely out of his teens: a spattering of acne glistened on one cheek. He smiled when he saw that Shadow was awake.

    “Hello, Shadow,” he said. “Don’t fuck with me.”

     

    It’s all about the dominant fucking paradigm, Shadow. Nothing else is important: vape smoke and burning electrical parts.

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    Temple Viper Perfume Oil

    Snake Oil with sugar cane, frankincense, champaca, opoponax, labdanum, and hyssop.

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    Temptation Nail Polish

    A deep currant creme, the war within the heart.

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    Thalassa, The Galapagos Mermaid Perfume Oil

    A massive glass tank is positioned on the stage, decorated with a rough canvas painting of sand and sea. Within the tank, you see a swirl of ivory, coral, and russet. After a few rushed passes, the furiously moving creature slows and makes her way towards the glass. As she approaches, you see that her features are lovely and delicate, and though her pearl-adorned torso is that of a beautiful, slender woman, her bewitching face is crowned by lethal spikes and instead of legs she has a writhing serpentine tail. Upon spotting you, her dorsal spikes flare, and she sneers maliciously. She slaps the face of the tank with her powerful tail, and you hear a crack and groan as the glass fractures under the strain.

    Seaweed, kelp, salty ocean spray, bitter almond, night-blooming jasmine, frankincense, and benzoin.

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  • THAT SILVERY SPLENDOR

    That Silvery Splendor Perfume Oil

    The effect of the full moon in such a state of brilliancy was manifold. It acted on dreams, it acted on lunacy, it acted on nervous people, it had marvelous physical influences connected with life. Mademoiselle related that her cousin, who was mate of a merchant ship, having taken a nap on deck on such a night, lying on his back, with his face full in the light on the moon, had wakened, after a dream of an old woman clawing him by the cheek, with his features horribly drawn to one side; and his countenance had never quite recovered its equilibrium.

    “The moon, this night,” she said, “is full of idyllic and magnetic influence—and see, when you look behind you at the front of the schloss how all its windows flash and twinkle with that silvery splendor, as if unseen hands had lighted up the rooms to receive fairy guests.”

     

    Moon-kissed petals of night-blooming florals aflame with hypnotic opium tar, fae tuberose, and a sliver of metallic aldehyde.

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    The Acrobats Perfume Oil

    Gustave Doré

    Ignorance isn’t always bliss: dried apricot, russet amber, blackened tea leaf, wild fig, and rum oud.

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    The Action Perfume Oil

    Max Klinger

    A shiny slush-plop of narcissus, snowdrop, terebinth, white sandalwood, razor-sharp polished steel, boot leather, and crocus.

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    The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast That is Called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness Perfume Oil

    “Is that him?” said Sister Mary, staring at the baby. “Only I’d expected funny eyes. Red, or green. Or teensy-weensy little hoofikins. Or a widdle tail.” She turned him around as she spoke. No horns either. The Devil’s child looked ominously normal.

    “Yes, that’s him,” said Crowley.

    “Fancy me holding the Antichrist,” said Sister Mary. “And bathing the Antichrist. And counting his little toesy-wosies…”

    Baby powder, goat’s milk, and a distant whiff of brimstone.

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  • The Amorous Tree Perfume Oil

    “Gently, gently,” he counseled himself. “No man with the power to summon Robin Hood — indeed, to create him — can be bound for long. A word, a wish, and this tree must be an acorn on a branch again, this rope be green in a marsh.” But he knew before he called on it that whatever had visited him for a moment was gone again, leaving only an ache where it had been. He felt like an abandoned chrysalis.

     

    “Do as you will,” he said softly. Captain Cully roused at his voice, and sang the fourteenth stanza.

     

    “There are fifty swords without the house, and fifty more within,

    And I do fear me, captain, they are like to do us in.”

    “Ha’ done, ha’ done,” says Captain Cully, “and never fear again,

    For they may be a hundred swords, but we are seven men.”

     

    “I hope you get slaughtered,” the magician told him, but Cully was asleep again. Schmendrick attempted a few simple spells for escaping, but he could not use his hands, and he had no more heart for tricks. What happened instead was that the tree fell in love with him and began to murmur fondly of the joy to be found in the eternal embrace of a red oak. “Always, always,” it sighed, “faithfulness beyond any man’s deserving. I will keep the color of your eyes when no other in the world remembers your name. There is no immortality but a tree’s love.”

     

    “I’m engaged,” Schmendrick excused himself. “To a western larch. Since childhood. Marriage by contract, no choice in the matter. Hopeless. Our story is never to be.”

     

    A gust of fury shook the oak, as though a storm were coming to it alone. “Galls and fireblight on her!” it whispered savagely. “Damned softwood, cursed conifer, deceitful evergreen, she’ll never have you! We will perish together, and all trees shall treasure our tragedy!”

     

    Along his length Schmendrick could feel the tree heaving like a heart, and he feared that it might actually split in two with rage. The ropes were growing steadily tighter around him, and the night was beginning to turn red and yellow. He tried to explain to the oak that love was generous precisely because it could never be immortal, and then he tried to yell for Captain Cully, but he could only make a small, creaking sound, like a tree. She means well, he thought, and gave himself up for loved.

     

    A tree in love: misty, rose-flecked leaves, warm bark, frankincense smoke, and shuddering branches.

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  • THE AUTUMN FOLK

    The Autumn Folk Perfume Oil

    The chord vibrated in the air between them — a connection point.

    Hay-dusted oak, honey mead, pumpkin rind, vetiver root, corn husk, and maple leaves.

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  • BATH OF VENUS

    The Bath of Venus Perfume Oil

    Charles Shannon
    Velvet rose petals, white silk, red benzoin, sweet black labdanum, honeyed wine, kyphi tar, scarlet amber, and frankincense-smoked carnation petals.

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  • THE BEAR PRINCE

    The Bear Prince 2024 Perfume Oil

    Shaggy fur, snow-flecked and rose-touched.

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  • THE BELL WITCH

    The Bell Witch Perfume Oil

    Whether arising from mischief or malice, the calamities were undeniably linked.

    Rusted iron, mandrake root, burnt vetiver, and patchouli leaves

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    The Best Lies Perfume Oil

    “Such a pity,” Zorya Vechernyaya told Shadow. “In my fortune for you, I should have said you would have a long life and a happy one, with many children.”

    “That is why you are a good fortune-teller,” said Zorya Utrennyaya. She looked sleepy, as if it were an effort for her to be up so late. “You tell the best lies.”

    The melodious sweetness of false fortunes: sugar-swept honey and rose.

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    The Black Rider Perfume Oil

    As she stood there a third man on horseback came galloping up. His face was black, he was dressed all in black, and the horse he rode was coal-black. He galloped up to the gate of the hut and disappeared there as if he had sunk through the ground and at that moment the night came and the forest grew dark.

    But it was not dark on the green lawn, for instantly the eyes of all the skulls on the wall were lighted up and shone till the place was as bright as day. When she saw this Vasilissa trembled so with fear that she could not run away.

    Black leather, oppoponax, tobacco, and black amber.

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    The Black Torches Perfume Oil

    Odilon Redon

    Long shadows of raw myrrh, pine pitch, and incense smoke streaked against dry amber, yellow frankincense, and vanilla balsam.

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    The Blockhead Perfume Oil

    Back out on the Midway, a huge, leather-clad man leans against a post. He smiles at you, guilelessly, baring a mouthful of sharpened teeth as he hammers huge rusted nails into his skull.

    Rusted metal, leather, and a pop of pink bubblegum.

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    The Blood Garden Perfume Oil

    Vast open tents have been erected further down the lane. Ornately carved wooden poles support swaths of drooping black lace and blood-crusted burgundy velvet. Grapevines and ivy creep over the beams in the tent and curl like cocoons around bodies that hang upside-down in the caliginous gloom of the tents. Within the shadows, pale figures recline on divans covered in moldering, frayed fabric. As you pass, a feral, white-haired man hoists a tall-stemmed crystal glass of deep red liquid in a toast to you.

    Blood accord, bitter clove, English ivy, Tempranillo grape, red currant, oak, leather, blackberry leaf, and ginger lily.

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    The Blood Must Flow Nail Polish

    A red jelly filled with floating pieces of metallic flake that range from red to orange and dark steel micro flake.

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    The Blood Must Flow Perfume Oil

    “It is only a gesture,” he said, turning back to Shadow. “But gestures mean everything. The death of one dog symbolizes the death of all dogs. Nine men they gave to me, but they stood for all the men, all the blood, all the power. It just wasn’t enough. One day, the blood stopped flowing. Belief without blood only takes us so far. The blood must flow.”

    “I saw you die,” said Shadow.

    “In the god business,” said the figure—and now Shadow was certain it was Wednesday, nobody else had that rasp, that deep cynical joy in words, “it’s not the death that matters. It’s the opportunity for resurrection. And when the blood flows . . .”

    Three days on the tree, three days in the underworld, three days to find your way back: ash, oak, and elm; vetiver, dragon’s blood resin, and cypress; frankincense, copal, and chamomile.

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    The Book Perfume Oil

    Old, yellowed parchment paper, tattered leather bindings. There’s a distinct warmth to the scent, though it is ancient and brittle.

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    The Brothel’s Lattice Window Atmosphere Spray

    Green tea, rose wine, scarlet musk, dried jasmine petals, ume blossom, cherrywood, rice powder, coconut husk, and white amber.

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    The Buffalo Man Perfume Oil

    Darkness; a sensation of falling—as if he were tumbling down a great hole, like Alice. He fell for a hundred years into darkness. Faces passed him, swimming out of the black, then each face was ripped up and away before he could touch it . . .

    Abruptly, and without transition, he was not falling. Now he was in a cave, and he was no longer alone. Shadow stared into familiar eyes: huge, liquid black eyes. They blinked.

    Under the earth: yes. He remembered this place. The stink of wet cow. Firelight flickered on the wet cave walls, illuminating the buffalo head, the man’s body, skin the color of brick clay.

    “Can’t you people leave me be?” asked Shadow. “I just want to sleep.”

    The buffalo man nodded, slowly. His lips did not move, but a voice in Shadow’s head said, “Where are you going, Shadow?”

    “Cairo.”

    “Why?”

    “Where else have I got to go? It’s where Wednesday wants me to go. I drank his mead.” In Shadow’s dream, with the power of dream logic behind it, the obligation seemed unarguable: he drank Wednesday’s mead three times, and sealed the pact—what other choice of action did he have?

    The buffalo-headed man reached a hand into the fire, stirring the embers and the broken branches into a blaze. “The storm is coming,” he said. Now there was ash on his hands, and he wiped it onto his hairless chest, leaving soot-black streaks.

    “So you people keep telling me. Can I ask you a question?”

    There was a pause. A fly settled on the furry forehead. The buffalo man flicked it away. “Ask.”

    “Is this true? Are these people really gods? It’s all so . . .” He paused. Then he said, “impossible,” which was not exactly the word he had been going for but seemed to be the best he could do.

    “What are gods?” asked the buffalo man.

    “I don’t know,” said Shadow.

    Warm dark brown musk, woodsmoke, and deep pools of labdanum.

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    The Buggre Alle This Bible Perfume Oil

    The book was commonly known as the Buggre Alle This Bible. The lengthy compositor’s error, if such it may be called, occurs in the book of Ezekiel, chapter 48, verse five:

    2. And bye the border of Dan, fromme the east side to the west side, a portion for Afher.
    3. And bye the border of Afhter, fromme the east side even untoe the west side, a portion for Naphtali.
    4. And bye the border of Naphtali, from the east side untoe the west side, a portion for Manaffeh.
    5. Buggre all this for a Larke. I amme sick to mye Hart of typefettinge. Master Biltonn if no Gentelmann, and Master Scagges noe more than a tighte fisted Southwarke Knobbefticke. I telle you, onne a daye laike thif Ennywone half an oz. of Sense should bee oute in the Sunneshain, ane nott Stucke here alle the liuelong daie inn thif mowldey olde By-Our-Lady Workefhoppe.
    6 And bye the border of Ephraim, from the east fide even untoe the west fide, a portion for Reuben.

    [The Buggre Alle This Bible was also noteworthy for having twenty seven verses in the third chapter of Genesis, instead of the more usual twenty four.

    They followed verse 24, which in the King James version reads:

    “So he drove out the man; and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life,” and read:

    25 And the Lord spake unto the Angel that guarded the eastern gate, saying Where is the flaming sword which was given unto thee?
    26 And the Angel said, I had it here only a moment ago, I must have put it down some where, forget my own head next.
    27 And the Lord did not ask him again.

    It appears that these verses were inserted during the proof stage. In those days it was common practice for printers to hang proof sheets to the wooden beams outside their shops, for the edification of the populace and some free proofreading, and since the whole print run was subsequently burned anyway, no one bothered to take up this matter with the nice Mr. A. Ziraphale, who ran the bookshop two doors along and was always so helpful with the translations, and whose handwriting was instantly recognizable.]

    Crumbling paper and ancient cracked leather with a touch of tobacco leaf and incense.

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  • The Butterfly Perfume Oil

    Then one afternoon the butterfly wobbled out of a breeze and lit on the tip of her horn. He was velvet all over, dark and dusty, with golden spots on his wings, and he was as thin as a flower petal. Dancing along her horn, he saluted her with his curling feelers. “I am a roving gambler. How do you do?”

    Fuzzy brown tonka bean, golden amber, bergamot, nutmeg, and petitgrain.

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    The Candy Butcher Perfume Oil

    An exquisite, enigmatic woman sidles up to you, bearing a tray of strange, dusty curios, chocolate creatures, serpentine taffy, and candied skulls. Her skin is dusky, her eyes are heavy-lidded and sensual, her hair is the fine, soft white of spun sugar, and her skin is softly scented with cocoa. She holds a shrunken head aloft, and beckons.

    Bittersweet chocolate with a heavy cream undertone.

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    The Carousel Perfume Oil

    Calliope music played: a Strauss waltz, stirring and occasionally discordant. The wall as they entered was hung with antique carousel horses, hundreds of them, some in need of a lick of paint, others in need of a good dusting; above them hung dozens of winged angels constructed rather obviously from female store-window mannequins; some of them bared their sexless breasts; some had lost their wigs and stared baldly and blindly down from the darkness.

    And then there was the carousel.

    A sign proclaimed it was the largest in the world, said how much it weighed, how many thousand lightbulbs were to be found in the chandeliers that hung from it in Gothic profusion, and forbade anyone from climbing on it or from riding on the animals.

    And such animals! Shadow stared, impressed in spite of himself, at the hundreds of full-sized creatures who circled on the platform of the carousel. Real creatures, imaginary creatures, and transformations of the two: each creature was different. He saw mermaid and merman, centaur and unicorn, elephants (one huge, one tiny), bulldog, frog and phoenix, zebra, tiger, manticore and basilisk, swans pulling a carriage, a white ox, a fox, twin walruses, even a sea serpent, all of them brightly colored and more than real: each rode the platform as the waltz came to an end and a new waltz began. The carousel did not even slow down.

    “What’s it for?” asked Shadow. “I mean, okay, world’s biggest, hundreds of animals, thousands of lightbulbs, and it goes around all the time, and no one ever rides it.”

    “It’s not there to be ridden, not by people,” said Wednesday. “It’s there to be admired. It’s there to be.”

    A place of power and possibility, of gods diabolical and celestial: glowing amber and heady cinnamon, the green of growing things and the white of thunderclaps, sweet myrrh and sacred styrax, forest moss and blood-soaked battlefields, papyrus and clay, rose petals, wildflowers, abbatoirs, and honey.

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    The Cat Perfume Oil

    There was a polite noise from behind her.

    She turned around. Standing on the wall next to her was a large black cat, identical to the large black cat she’d seen in the grounds at home.

    “Good afternoon,” said the cat.

    Its voice sounded like the voice at the back of Coraline’s head, the voice she thought words in, but a man’s voice, not a girl’s.

    “Hello,” said Coraline. “I saw a cat like you in the garden at home. You must be the other cat.”

    The cat shook its head. “No,” it said. “I’m not the other anything. I’m me.” It tipped its head to one side; green eyes glinted. “You people are spread all over the place. Cats, on the other hand, keep ourselves together. If you see what I mean.”

    “I suppose. But if you’re the same cat I saw at home, how can you talk?”

    Cats don’t have shoulders, not like people do. But the cat shrugged, in one smooth movement that started at the tip of its tail and ended in a raised movement of its whiskers. “I can talk.”

    “Cats don’t talk at home.”

    “No?” said the cat.

    “No,” said Coraline.

    The cat leaped smoothly from the wall to the grass near Coraline’s feet. It stared up at her.

    “Well, you’re the expert on these things,” said the cat dryly. “After all, what would I know? I’m only a cat.”

    Sleek, black, dark, and clever: benzoin, honey, cedar, and dark musk.

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    The Catholic Perfume Oil

    Search your conscience.

    Digital repentance, analog guilt: sacramental incense and a snap of ozone.

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    The Center Perfume Oil

    “What is the word for it? The opposite of sacred?”

    “Profane,” said Shadow, without thinking.

    “No,” said Czernobog. “I mean, when a place is less sacred than any other place. Of negative sacredness. Places where they can build no temples. Places where people will not come, and will leave as soon as they can. Places where gods only walk if they are forced to.”

    “I don’t know,” said Shadow. “I don’t think there is a word for it.”

    “All of America has it, a little,” said Czernobog. “That is why we are not welcome here. But the center,” said Czernobog. “The center is worst. Is like a minefield. We all tread too carefully there to dare break the truce.”

    Peeling paint, faded wallpaper and threadbare carpets, flickering neon, candlewax, and a fading whiff of Jack Daniels.

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    The Chapel Perfume Oil

    You come to a building that seems to have been hastily erected from splintered wood, stone, and plaster. Flickering light from within sparkles out through blood-tinged chunks of glass that have been wedged into the arch entrance. You push open the thick velvet curtain that covers the mouth of the building and look inside. The chapel is small and cramped, and the air is thick with heavy incense, bitter wine, sulphur, and the coppery scent of blood. A massive stained glass window is set against the back wall, glowing brightly.

    In the center of the room, a groveling figure is crouched before a woman draped in purple-black clerical robes. The woman’s eyes are filled with righteous hellfire, and she extends a hand in benediction to the man who has fallen prostrate at her feet. He murmurs, “Libera Te Ex Caelum”, and she gestures for him to rise. As he gets to his knees he winces in pain and moans in a strange expression of ecstasy, and you see small horns growing from his skull.

    Black incense, bitter wine, brimstone, bile, and blood.

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  • The Choirs of Angels Perfume Oil

    The Choirs of Angels, Hildegard von Bingen 1151-1152
    “I always thought these holy mandalas looked a little bit like saintly Spirographs. Also: can you imagine peeking into the inner sanctum of a superfluity of mysterious nuns and discovering them lounging around, playing with Spirographs and Fashion Plates and LightBrite toys?”

    A radiant blend of three frankincense oils, white bergamot, crystallized cistus, lavender, angelica root, and fiery neroli.

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    The Contemplator Perfume Oil

    Eugène Carrière

    A soft, warm, meditative blend of balsam tolu, tonka absolute, vetiver, bourbon vanilla, palo santo, sandalwood, and Indonesian teak.

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    The Convocation Perfume Oil

    A small sign in the hotel lobby announced that the Washington Room was taken that night by a private function, although there was no information as to what kind of function this might be. Truthfully, if you were to look at the inhabitants of the Washington Room that night, you would have no clearer idea of what was happening, although a rapid glance would tell you that there were no women in there. They were all men, that much was clear, and they sat at round dinner tables, and they were finishing their dessert.

    There were about a hundred of them, all in sober black suits, but the suits were all they had in common. They had white hair or dark hair or fair hair or red hair or no hair at all. They had friendly faces or unfriendly, helpful or sullen, open or secretive, brutish or sensitive. The majority of them were pink-skinned, but there were black-skinned men and brown-skinned. They were European, African, Indian, Chinese, South American, Filipino, American. They all spoke English when they talked to each other, or to the waiters, but the accents were as diverse as the gentlemen. They came from all across Europe and from all over the world.

    A macabre mélange of swanky men’s colognes.

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  • THE CORN SPIRIT

    The Corn Spirit Perfume Oil

    The Corn Spirit is supposed to take the form of a cat, and in some places in Germany children have been warned not to go into the corn-fields because ‘The cat sits there.’ In Silesia the reaper who cuts the last corn is called the ‘Tom-cat’ and is dressed up in rye-stalks, wearing a long plaited tail.

     

    Rye stalks, corn husks, hay absolute, tilled soil, and German chamomile.

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    The Curator Perfume Oil

    Mysterious herbs and ancient resins. Dust settled on ancient relics, both holy and malevolent.

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    The Day Burned White Perfume Oil

    Using the door, which was centrally placed in the wall like a mouth, the artists had sprayed a single, vast head onto the stripped plaster. The painting was more adroit than most she had seen, rife with detail that lent the image an unsettling veracity. The cheekbones jutting through skin the color of buttermilk; the teeth, sharpened to irregular points, all converging on the door. The sitter’s eyes were, owing to the room’s low ceiling, set mere inches above the upper lip, but this physical adjustment only lent force to the image, giving the impression that he had thrown his head back. Knotted strands of his hair snaked from his scalp across the ceiling. Was it a portrait? There was something naggingly specific in the details of the brows and the lines around the wide mouth; in the careful picturing of those vicious teeth. A nightmare certainly: a facsimile, perhaps, of something from a heroin fugue. Whatever its origins, it was potent. Even the illusion of door-as-mouth worked. The short passageway between living room and bedroom offered a passable throat, with a tattered lamp in lieu of tonsils. Beyond the gullet, the day burned white in the nightmare’s belly. The whole effect brought to mind a ghost train painting. The same heroic deformity, the same unashamed intention to scare. And it worked; she stood in the bedroom almost stupefied by the picture, its red-rimmed eyes fixing her mercilessly.

    Plaster and spraypaint, mottled with buttermilk – sweet, chalky, and edging on sickly. White and golden amber beams of daylight pour through the belly of the scent, while oakmoss and Spanish moss add a touch of decay.

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  • The Decadents

    The Decadents Perfume Oil

    Harry Clarke
    Lilac cologne and luscious blackcurrant, blonde tobacco, laburnum petals, and sugared absinthe.

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  • THE DEMONAIC

    The Demonaic Perfume Oil

    Joseph Middeleer
    An infernal prayer: black poppy absolute, dried rose petals, opoponax, black labdanum, kyphi smoke, and honeyed oud.

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  • the desire of thy furious embraces

    The Desire of Thy Furious Embraces Perfume Oil

    The desire of thy furious embraces

    Is more than the wisdom of years,

    On the blossom though blood lie in traces,

    Though the foliage be sodden with tears.

    For the lords in whose keeping the door is

    That opens on all who draw breath

    Gave the cypress to love, my Dolores,

    The myrtle to death.

     

    Cypress, honey myrtle, yew, peace lily, ivy, and black rose.

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    The Diamond’s Gong Perfume Oil

    A celestial hymn, singing to Earth from fifty light years away: ten billion-trillion-trillion-carats of glittering white musk, with cognac, tagetes, white champaca, Gum Arabic, and davana.

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    The Drink of Heroes, the Drink of the Gods Perfume Oil

    “Taste it.”

    The drink was a tawny golden color. Shadow took a sip, tasting an odd blend of sour and sweet on his tongue. He could taste the alcohol underneath, and a strange blend of flavors. It reminded him a little of prison hooch, brewed in a garbage bag from rotten fruit and bread and sugar and water, but it was sweeter, and far stranger.

    “Okay,” said Shadow. “I tasted it. What was it?”

    “Mead,” said Wednesday. “Honey wine. The drink of heroes. The drink of the gods.”

    Shadow took another tentative sip. Yes, he could taste the honey, he decided. That was one of the tastes. “Tastes kinda like pickle juice,” he said. “Sweet pickle-juice wine.”

    “Tastes like a drunken diabetic’s piss,” agreed Wednesday. “I hate the stuff.”

    Nine glory-twigs dipped in golden mead.

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    The Drunkard’s Dream Perfume Oil

    The drunk in the graveyard raised his bottle to his lips. One of the gravestones flipped over, revealing a grasping corpse; a headstone turned around, flowers replaced by a grinning skull. A wraith appeared on the right of the church, while on the left of the church something with a half-glimpsed, pointed, unsettlingly birdlike face, a pale, Boschian nightmare, glided smoothly from a headstone into the shadows and was gone. Then the church door opened, a priest came out, and the ghosts, haunts, and corpses vanished, and only the priest and the drunk were left alone in the graveyard. The priest looked down at the drunk disdainfully, and backed through the open door, which closed behind him, leaving the drunk on his own.

    The clockwork story was deeply unsettling. Much more unsettling, thought Shadow, than clockwork has any right to be.

    “You know why I show that to you?” asked Czernobog.

    “No.”

    “That is the world as it is. That is the real world. It is there, in that box.”

    Red currant and labdanum with opoponax, vetiver, grave moss, white sandalwood, and khus.

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    The East Perfume Oil

    But there were times when the wind blew from beyond the wall, bringing with it the smell of mint and thyme and redcurrants, and at those times there were strange colors seen in the flames in the fireplaces in the village.

    The scent of the winds beyond the wall: bluebonnet, passion flower, freesia, jasmine tea, mint, thyme, and redcurrant.

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    The Edge of Doom Perfume Oil

    Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
    But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
    If this be error and upon me proved,
    I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

    The night flight from Tangier: drops of spilled blood color the antiseptic, bland, plastic paleness of the fuselage, with violet leaf for longing, rosemary for reminiscences, and black opoponax for apprehension.

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    The Enterprise of the Night Perfume Oil

    Inspired by the opening pages of Circle of Blood. The scent of vice and darkness: flashing neon, oil-tinged petrichor, fading perfume, smeared lipstick, and the faintest touch of gunpowder residue.

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  • The Extraction of the Stone of Madness

    The Extraction of the Stone of Madness Perfume Oil

    Hieronymus Bosch

    Not a cell phone in sight. Just people living in the moment. A strangely serene scent: French lavender bud, woodmoss, cypress, amyris, white cedar, labdanum, and bergamot.

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  • THE FADING CRIMSON OF THE SKY

    The Fading Crimson of the Sky Perfume Oil

    We sat down on a rude bench, under a group of magnificent lime trees. The sun was setting with all its melancholy splendor behind the sylvan horizon, and the stream that flows beside our home, and passes under the steep old bridge I have mentioned, wound through many a group of noble trees, almost at our feet, reflecting in its current the fading crimson of the sky.

    A scent both bright and subdued: bergamot shuddering through lime leaves, ruby-tinged amber sunlight, violet leaf, oak bark, and sandalwood smoke.

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  • THE FLAME OF THE BEAR

    The Flame of the Bear 2024 Perfume Oil

    An incense for Solstice rites: fir resin, bayberry, myrrh, mistletoe, and oak bark.

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    The Floating Market Perfume Oil

    It was loud, and brash, and insane, and it was, in many ways, quite wonderful. People argued, haggled, shouted, sang. They hawked and touted their wares, and loudly declaimed the superiority of their merchandise. Music was playing—a dozen different kinds of music, being played a dozen different ways on a score of different instruments, most of them improvised, improved, improbable. Richard could smell food. All kinds of food—the smells of curries and spices seemed to predominate, with, beneath them, the smells of grilling meats and mushrooms. Stalls had been set up all throughout the shop, next to or even on, counters that, during the day, had sold perfume, or watches, or amber, or silk scarves.

    A cacophony of curious scents: copaiba balsam, petitgrain, citrus rind, sinicuichi accord, betel nut, wasabi root, coconut palm, and wattleseed layered atop innumerable strange herbs, spices, and woods.

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    The Forgettable God Perfume Oil

    He had stood beside the man as he got into the car, had opened and closed the door for him, and was unable to remember anything about him. He turned around in the driver’s seat and looked at him, carefully noting his face, his hair, his clothes, making certain he would know him if he met him again, and turned back to start the car, to find that the man had slipped from his mind. An impression of wealth was left behind, but nothing more.

    A faint impression of scent, a memory slipping like water through a sieve.

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    The Fox Sisters 2024 Perfume Oil

    For the sake of continuity the subsequent history of the Fox sisters will now be given after the events at Hydesville. It is a remarkable, and to Spiritualists a painful, story, but it bears its own lesson and should be faithfully recorded. When men have an honest and whole-hearted aspiration for truth there is no development which can ever leave them abashed or find no place in their scheme.

    For some years the two younger sisters, Kate and Margaret, gave séances at New York and other places, successfully meeting every test which was applied to them. Horace Greeley, afterwards a candidate for the United States presidency, was, as already shown, deeply interested in them and convinced of their entire honesty. He is said to have furnished the funds by which the younger girl completed her very imperfect education.

    During these years of public mediumship, when the girls were all the rage among those who had no conception of the religious significance of this new revelation, and who concerned themselves with it purely in the hope of worldly advantage, the sisters exposed themselves to the enervating influences of promiscuous séances in a way which no earnest Spiritualist could justify. The dangers of such practices were not then so clearly realized as now, nor had it occurred to people that it is unlikely that high spirits would descend to earth in order to advise as to the state of railway stocks or the issue of love affairs. The ignorance was universal, and there was no wise mentor at the elbow of these poor pioneers to point the higher and the safer path. Worst of all, their jaded energies were renewed by the offer of wine at a time when one at least of them was hardly more than a child. It is said that there was some family predisposition towards alcoholism, but even without such a taint their whole procedure and mode of life were rash to the last degree. Against their moral character there has never been a breath of suspicion, but they had taken a road which leads to degeneration of mind and character, though it was many years before the more serious effects were manifest.

     

    Some idea of the pressure upon the Fox girls at this time may be gathered from Mrs. Hardinge Britten’s* description from her own observation. She talks of “pausing on the first floor to hear poor patient Kate Fox, in the midst of a captious, grumbling crowd of investigators, repeating hour after hour the letters of the alphabet, while the no less poor, patient spirits rapped out names, ages and dates to suit all comers.” Can one wonder that the girls, with vitality sapped, the beautiful, watchful influence of the mother removed, and harassed by enemies, succumbed to a gradually increasing temptation in the direction of stimulants?
    —Arthur Conan Doyle

    Deception and despair: rose geranium and tea roses with mahogany wood, bourbon vanilla, and apple peel.

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  • The froth of the serpents of pleasure

    The Froth of the Serpents of Pleasure Perfume Oil

    All thine the new wine of desire,

    The fruit of four lips as they clung

    Till the hair and the eyelids took fire,

    The foam of a serpentine tongue,

    The froth of the serpents of pleasure,

    More salt than the foam of the sea,

    Now felt as a flame, now at leisure

    As wine shed for me.

     

    Sweet red wine, oakmoss, ambergris accord, ylang ylang, and Spanish mandarin.

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    The Gatekeeper Perfume Oil

    A dry perfume, solemn and riddled with ancient, whispered secrets: brittle bones, the well-worn leather spines of forgotten books, crumbling papyrus, and the warm, strange scent of yellowed, crumbling manuscripts.

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  • The Giant

    The Giant Perfume Oil

    Francisco de Goya y Lucientes

    Indonesian vetiver, black orris absolute, patchouli, white pepper, mandrake root, stone dust, and oakmoss.

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    The Grave-Pig Perfume Oil

    We must have all the old demons of the first class, with tails, and the hobgoblins and imps; and then I think we ought not to leave out the death-horse, or the grave-pig, or even the church dwarf, although they do belong to the clergy, and are not reckoned among our people; but that is merely their office, they are nearly related to us, and visit us very frequently. 

    Fig, oakmoss, mushroom caps, and patchouli.

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  • THE GREAT AND TITLED DEAD

    The Great and Titled Dead Perfume Oil

    In this solitude, having just listened to so strange a story, connected, as it was, with the great and titled dead, whose monuments were moldering among the dust and ivy round us, and every incident of which bore so awfully upon my own mysterious case—in this haunted spot, darkened by the towering foliage that rose on every side, dense and high above its noiseless walls—a horror began to steal over me, and my heart sank as I thought that my friends were, after all, not about to enter and disturb this triste and ominous scene.

    The haunted stillness of a long-decayed cemetery plot choked by ivy and wild blackberry thorns.

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    The Grindhouse Perfume Oil

    Throaty laughter captures your attention. Across the lane you see a buxom Venetian woman standing before a huge black and red striped tent. Her head is inclined towards a dapper, leering man, and they appear to be sharing a private joke. He reaches into his waistcoat and produces a gold coin. The woman plucks it from his fingers. He bows, and walks into the tent with a swagger. A sign flashes above the tent flap in letters that seem to be aflame: The Grindhouse, Dead or Live Girls.

    The Madam turns towards you and smiles. As she approaches, someone within the tent strikes a few keys on a tuneless piano, and begins to play Jelly Roll Morton’s ‘the Crave’. The light within the tent illuminates the interior, shining behind the silhouettes of naked women gyrating lewdly upon raised stages, writhing in time with the music.

    In the distance, behind the tent, you hear a whip crack, and a man’s scream. Tittering laughter follows, and the screams continue.

    “Voulez-vous un morceau de la boîte de bonbon?” she asks, gesturing gracefully towards the tent.

    The Madam’s perfume envelops you.

    Florentine iris, red musk, mimosa, magnolia, Damascus rose, clove, and vanilla bean.

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  • The Harpy Celaeno Perfume Oil

    The unicorn began to walk toward the harpy’s cage. Schmendrick the Magician, tiny and pale, kept opening and closing his mouth at her, and she knew what he was shrieking, though she could not hear him. “She will kill you, she will kill you! Run, you fool, while she’s still a prisoner! She will kill you if you set her free!” But the unicorn walked on, following the light of her horn, until she stood before Celaeno, the Dark One.

    For an instant the icy wings hung silent in the air, like clouds, and the harpy’s old yellow eyes sank into the unicorn’s heart and drew her close. “I will kill you if you set me free,” the eyes said. “Set me free.” 

    The unicorn lowered her head until her horn touched the lock of the harpy’s cage. The door did not swing open, and the iron bars did not thaw into starlight. But the harpy lifted her wings, and the four sides of the cage fell slowly away and down, like the petals of some great flower waking at night. And out of the wreckage the harpy bloomed, terrible and free, screaming, her hair swinging like a sword. The moon withered and fled. 

    The unicorn heard herself cry out, not in terror but in wonder, “Oh, you are like me!” She reared joyously to meet the harpy’s stoop, and her horn leaped up into the wicked wind. The harpy struck once, missed, and swung away, her wings clanging and her breath warm and stinking. She burned overhead, and the unicorn saw herself reflected on the harpy’s bronze breast and felt the monster shining from her own body. So they circled one another like a double star, and under the shrunken sky there was nothing real but the two of them. The harpy laughed with delight, and her eyes turned the color of honey. The unicorn knew that she was going to strike again. 

    Clanging metal, smouldering hatred, and terror: vetiver, myrrh, patchouli, tolu balsam, black clove, bergamot, orange flower, and horseradish.

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  • harvest haunt

    The Harvest Haunt Perfume Oil

    The ledger’s page for that year contained just one sentence, written over and over: ‘Every penny in, every penny out.’

    A thick, viscous blackened pumpkin incense.

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  • THE HOUND AND THE MILK WHITE DOE

    The Hound and the Milk-White Doe Perfume Oil

    The Lady Sybil of Bernshaw Tower, a fair maid of high rank but evil repute, turned into a white doe after making a strange compact with the devil. Rich, young, and beautiful, her desires were still unsatisfied and she longed for supernatural powers, so that she might take part in the witches’ Sabbath. At this time, Lord William of Hapton Tower (a member of the Townley family) was a suitor for Lady Sybil’s hand, but his proposals did not meet with her approval. In despair, he decided to consult a famous Lancashire witch called Mother Helston, who promised him success on All Halloween. In accordance with her instructions he went hunting and at a short distance from the Eagle’s Crag, a milk-white doe started from behind the thicket, and he found it impossible to capture the animal. His hounds were wearied and he returned to the Crag, almost determined to give up the chase, when a strange hound joined his pack. Then a fresh start was made, and the strange hound, Mother Helston’s familiar, captured the white doe. That night an earthquake shook Hapton Tower to its foundations and in the morning the white doe appeared as the fair Lady Sybil, who had been fleeing from her suitor in animal shape. Thus Lord William married the heiress of Bernshaw Tower, but a year later she renewed her diabolical practices and not until she lay near death was it possible for Lord William to have the devil’s bond cancelled, which he did by enlisting the holy offices of a neighboring priest. After her death Bernshaw Tower was deserted and tradition says that on All Halloween, the hound and the milk-white doe meet on the Eagle’s Crag, where Lady Sybil lies buried, and are pursued by a spectre huntsman in full chase.

     

    Graceful, regal, elegant, and cursed: golden sandalwood and liquidambar, cardamom, coconut milk, jasmine sambac, white petal rosewater, and labdanum.

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    The Hourglass Perfume Oil

    “I feel like all the sands are at the bottom of the hourglass.”
    “Turn it over, then.”

    The white roses and orange blossoms of hope penetrating despair’s black fog of opoponax, black myrrh, bruised violet, clove, funereal lily, and grief-struck carrot seed.

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  • the human double

    The Human Double Perfume Oil

    Among the most intelligent inquirers with whom I converse at Brighton was a lady of title. She told me that she was one of those present at the Davenport séance, held at the residence of Sir Hesketh Fleetwood. She was seated in the dark séance by the side of a gentleman whose previous scepticism, he confessed to her, was fast disappearing in the face of the facts they were witnessing, when a light was suddenly struck, and both of them distinctly saw the form of Ira Davenport glide close past them. This incident very much disturbed the confidence of Lady L—, and entirely satisfied the sceptic that imposition was practiced, and he left the room a confirmed unbeliever. I told Lady L—that, on his return to London, Mr. Ferguson spoke to me of this very fact, as one of the most curious that had yet occurred at any of the séances. He was holding, he said, the box of matches, as he usually does, when the box was snatched from his hand, and a light was struck by the invisible operator, and during the momentary ignition of the match he plainly saw a form, apparently of a human figure. He said nothing at the moment, but whispering the fact to Mr. Fay, he confirmed it, and afterwards several of those present admitted that that, too, had seen it. Mr. Ferguson, however, was not aware that anyone present supposed it to be the actual person of Ira Davenport, as no observation to that effect was made, and as Ira Davenport was seen instantly afterwards when the light was restored, fast bound to his chair, it was simply impossible that the suspicions of Lady L—or her friend could have been well founded.

    But, admitting that two competent witnesses did actually see the form of Ira Davenport on that occasion, it is corroborative of a very important and interesting fact, and distinct phase of these puzzling mysteries of spiritual appearances – viz., the duplication of individual form. Mr. Ferguson, who did not on that occasion recognize the resemblance to Ira Davenport, nevertheless has, as he solemnly asserts, seen at other times, when alone with them, the entire duplicated form of Ira Davenport, and a part of Mr. Fay ; and in my first conversation with the Davenport Brothers they told me, among other curious facts of their extraordinary history, that persons had said they had met one or other of them in places where they had not been. On one occasion their father went to a neighbouring shop to order some fruit, when he was told by the shopkeeper that his son Ira had just been there, and had ordered the fruit. It was, however, satisfactorily proved that Ira had not left the house, and that the man must have seen his “wraith,” or “double.”

    The Spiritualist, December 19, 1873


    The uncanny echo of your second self: a shadow-blackened fougere steeped in an uncanny, discomfiting lavender tar.

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    The Ifrit Perfume Oil

    The taxi driver comes out of the shower, wet, with a towel wrapped around his midsection. He is not wearing his sunglasses, and in the dim room his eyes burn with scarlet flames.

    Salim blinks back tears. “I wish you could see what I see,” he says.

    “I do not grant wishes,” whispers the ifrit, dropping his towel and pushing Salim gently, but irresistibly, down onto the bed.

    Desert sand, red musk, blackened ginger, dragon’s blood resin, black pepper, cinnamon, and tobacco.

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    The Illustrated Woman Perfume Oil

    Skin musk, smoky vanilla, pine pitch, patchouli, Indian resins, golden honey, and tobacco.

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    The Intangibles Nail Polish

    Black based multichromatic that shifts from gold to bronze to green.

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    The Intangibles Perfume Oil

    “You’ve been troubled?”

    “Yes. Good word. Troubled. Yes. Like a home for troubled teens. Funny. Yes.”

    “And what exactly is troubling you?”

    “Well, we fight, we win.”

    “And that is a source of trouble? I find it a matter of triumph and delight, myself.”

    “But. They’ll die out anyway. They are passenger pigeons and thylacines. Yes? Who cares? This way, it’s going to be a bloodbath.”

    “Ah.” Mr. World nodded.

    He was following. That was good. The fat kid said, “Look, I’m not the only one who feels this way. I’ve checked with the crew at Radio Modern, and they’re all for settling this peacefully; and the intangibles are pretty much in favor of letting market forces take care of it. I’m being. You know. The voice of reason here.”

    “You are indeed. Unfortunately, there is information you do not have.” The smile that followed was twisted and scarred.

    Gods of the Stock Market, of securities and trades, of trade and upheaval, debt, fortune, and risk: chaotic synthetic notes, bubbling aldehydes, and the electric green of market euphoria.

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    The Jeweled Spider Perfume Oil

    He was looking at Mr. Nancy, an old black man with a pencil mustache, in his check sports jacket and his lemon-yellow gloves, riding a carousel lion as it rose and lowered, high in the air; and, at the same time, in the same place, he saw a jeweled spider as high as a horse, its eyes an emerald nebula, strutting, staring down at him; and simultaneously he was looking at an extraordinarily tall man with teak-colored skin and three sets of arms, wearing a flowing ostrich-feather headdress, his face painted with red stripes, riding an irritated golden lion, two of his six hands holding on tightly to the beast’s mane; and he was also seeing a young black boy, dressed in rags, his left foot all swollen and crawling with blackflies; and last of all, and behind all these things, Shadow was looking at a tiny brown spider, hiding under a withered ocher leaf.

    Shadow saw all these things, and he knew they were the same thing.

    “If you don’t close your mouth,” said the many things that were Mr. Nancy, “somethin’s goin’ to fly in there.”

    Cigarillo smoke, spatters of ice cream sundae, a supersized mug of coffee, a pile of fruit, and a little bit of curried goat.

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    The Kangaroo Perfume Oil

    Kanagaroo, Kangaroo!
    Thou Spirit of Australia,
    That redeems from utter failure,
    From perfect desolation,
    And warrants the creation
    Of this fifth part of the Earth,
    Which would seem an after-birth,
    Not conceiv’d in the Beginning
    (For GOD bless’d His work at first,
    And saw that it was good),
    But emerg’d at the first sinning,
    When the ground was therefore curst; —
    And hence this barren wood!

    Kangaroo, Kangaroo!
    Tho’ at first sight we should say,
    In thy nature that there may
    Contradiction be involv’d,
    Yet, like discord well resolv’d,
    It is quickly harmonized.
    Sphynx or mermaid realiz’d,
    Or centaur unfabulous,
    Would scarce be more prodigious,
    Or Pegasus poetical,
    Or hippogriff — chimeras all!
    But, what Nature would compile,
    Nature knows to reconcile;
    And Wisdom, ever at her side,
    Of all her children’s justified.

    She had made the squirrel fragile;
    She had made the bounding hart;
    But a third so strong and agile
    Was beyond ev’n Nature’s art;
    So she join’d the former two
    In thee, Kangaroo!
    To describe thee, it is hard:
    Converse of the camélopard,
    Which beginneth camel-wise,
    But endeth of the panther size,
    Thy fore half, it would appear,
    Had belong’d to some “small deer,”
    Such as liveth in a tree;
    By thy hinder, thou should’st be
    A large animal of chace,
    Bounding o’er the forest’s space; —
    Join’d by some divine mistake,
    None but Nature’s hand can make —
    Nature, in her wisdom’s play,
    On Creation’s holiday.

    For howsoe’er anomalous,
    Thou yet art not incongruous,
    Repugnant or preposterous.
    Better-proportion’d animal,
    More graceful or ethereal,
    Was never follow’d by the hound,
    With fifty steps to thy one bound.
    Thou can’st not be amended: no;
    Be as thou art; thou best art so.

    When sooty swans are once more rare,
    And duck-moles the Museum’s care,
    Be still the glory of this land,
    Happiest Work of finest Hand!

    – Barron Field

    Wild grass, mosses, lemon myrtle, cinnamon myrtle, and bush nut.

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  • THE KING'S DAUGHTER

    The King’s Daughter Perfume Oil

    There were a prince and a princess sitting by a stream in a wooded valley. Their seven servants had set up a scarlet canopy beneath a tree, and the royal young couple ate a box lunch to the accompaniment of lutes and theorbos. They hardly spoke a word to one another until they had finished the meal, and then the princess sighed and said, “Well, I suppose I’d best get the silly business over with.” The prince began to read a magazine.

    “You might at least –” said the princess, but the prince kept on reading. The princess made a sign to two of the servants, who began to play an older music on their lutes. Then she took a few steps on the grass, held up a bridle bright as butter, and called, “Here, unicorn, here! Here, my pretty, here to me! Comecomecomecomecome!”

    The prince snickered. “It’s not your chickens you’re calling, you know,” he remarked without looking up. “Why don’t you sing something, instead of clucking like that?”

    “Well, I’m doing the best I can,” the princess cried. “I’ve never called one of these things before.” But after a little silence, she began to sing.

    I am a king’s daughter,
    And if I cared to care,
    The moon that has no mistress
    Would flutter in my hair.
    No one dares to cherish
    What I choose to crave.
    Never have I hungered,
    That I did not have.

    I am a king’s daughter,
    And I grow old within
    The prison of my person,
    The shackles of my skin.
    And I would run away
    And beg from door to door,
    Just to see your shadow
    Once, and never more.

    So she sang, and sang again, and then she called, “Nice unicorn, pretty, pretty, pretty,” for a little longer, and then she said angrily, “Well, I’ve done as much as I’ll do. I’m going home.”

    The prince yawned and folded his magazine. “You satisfied custom well enough,” he told her, “and no one expected more than that. It was just a formality. Now we can be married.”

    “Yes,” the princess said, “now we can be married.” The servants began to pack everything away again, while the two with the lutes played joyous wedding music. The princess’s voice was a little sad and defiant as she said, “If there really were such things as unicorns, one would have come to me. I called as sweetly as anyone could, and I had the golden bridle. And of course I am pure and untouched.”

    “For all of me, you are,” the prince answered indifferently. “As I say, you satisfy custom. You don’t satisfy my father, but then neither do I. That would take a unicorn.” He was tall, and his face was as soft and pleasant as a marshmallow.

    When they and their retinue were gone, the unicorn came out of the wood, followed by Molly and the magician, and took up her journey again. A long time later, wandering in another country where there were no streams and nothing green, Molly asked her why she had not gone to the princess’s song. Schmendrick drew near to listen to the answer, though he stayed on his side of the unicorn. He never walked on Molly’s side.

    The unicorn said, “That king’s daughter would never have run away to see my shadow. If I had shown myself, and she had known me, she would have been more frightened than if she had seen a dragon, for no one makes promises to a dragon. I remember that once it never mattered to me whether or not princesses meant what they sang. I went to them all and laid my head in their laps, and a few of them rode on my back, though most were afraid. But I have no time for them now, princesses or kitchenmaids. I have no time.”

    A matter of formality: lilac musk, sandalwood, sweet pea, watermelon accord, pale woods, elemi, and oakmoss.

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  • kiss of the sphinx

    The Kiss of the Sphinx Perfume Oil

    Franz Von Stuck
    Black cherry and smoked plum resins, saffron and sweet labdanum, sensual tuberose, blackened patchouli, myrrh smoke, crimson iris, and scarlet musk.

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  • the lantern bearers

    The Lantern Bearers Perfume Oil

    Maxfield Parrish

    Radiant orbs of luminous lemon amber illuminating a backdrop of black orchid and ivy-twined, plum-touched cerulean musk.

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  • the large cat

    The Large Cat Perfume Oil

    Cornelis Visscher
    A deep rumbling purr: myrrh, sweet almond, spiced rum, brown sugar, honeyed dates, golden amber, scorched marshmallow, and toasted vanilla musk.

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  • The Last Syllable Perfume Oil

    INT.- THE STUDY – NIGHT.
    The artist is at work at her desk. In front of her is a wall,
    pinned with papers, photos, maps, lists. To her left is a
    window. It is dark.

    In front of her, her desk is piled high, with an assemblage
    of papers, odd pieces of string, a mirror, a doll. A singed
    straw figure. A 1970’s tape recorder. A destroyed cassette
    tape. And more.

    The artist picks up a magnifying glass from the pile. She
    leans to examine the objects in detail.

    We shift to a close up that moves through the objects, and
    everything feels new under such examination. It is as though
    we are in the landscape of her imagination.

    Photos pinned to cool plaster walls, discarded papers, a web of strings, a mirror, a doll, singed straw, scattered books, and unfurled magnetic tape.

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  • The Last Unicorn Perfume Oil

    The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam, but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.

    Frosty lilac petals, iris pallida root, orris, violet leaf, white chocolate, coconut, wild lettuce, white sandalwood, white gardenia and oakmoss.

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    The Lights of Men’s Lives Perfume Oil

    When Death saw that for a second time he was defrauded of his own property, he walked up to the physician with long strides, and said, “All is over with thee, and now the lot falls on thee,” and seized him so firmly with his ice-cold hand, that he could not resist, and led him into a cave below the earth. There he saw how thousands and thousands of candles were burning in countless rows, some large, others half-sized, others small. Every instant some were extinguished, and others again burnt up, so that the flames seemed to leap hither and thither in perpetual change. “See,” said Death, “these are the lights of men’s lives. The large ones belong to children, the half-sized ones to married people in their prime, the little ones belong to old people; but children and young folks likewise have often only a tiny candle.” “Show me the light of my life,” said the physician, and he thought that it would be still very tall. Death pointed to a little end which was just threatening to go out, and said, “Behold, it is there.”

    The wax and smoke of millions upon millions of candles illuminating the walls of Death’s shadowy cave: some tall, straight, and strong, blazing with the fire of life, others dim and guttering.

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  • The Lilac Wood Perfume Oil

    It was always spring in her forest, because she lived there, and she wandered all day among the great beech trees, keeping watch over the animals that lived in the ground and under bushes, in nests and caves, earths and treetops. Generation after generation, wolves and rabbits alike, they hunted and loved and had children and died, and as the unicorn did none of these things, she never grew tired of watching them.

    Ageless trees, everblooming flowers, brilliant grass, a flicker of fireflies, and soft shadows.

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  • The lilies and languors of virtue

    The Lilies and Languors of Virtue Perfume Oil

    Could you hurt me, sweet lips, though I hurt you?
    Men touch them, and change in a trice
    The lilies and languors of virtue
    For the raptures and roses of vice;
    Those lie where thy foot on the floor is,
    These crown and caress thee and chain,
    O splendid and sterile Dolores,
                      Our Lady of Pain.

    Calla lilies and lily of the valley with white lilac, narcissus, osmanthus, asphodel, and Egyptian musk.

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    The Little Wooden Doll Perfume Oil

    “My little Vasilissa, my dear daughter, listen to what I say, remember well my last words and fail not to carry out my wishes. I am dying, and with my blessing, I leave to thee this little doll. It is very precious for there is no other like it in the whole world. Carry it always about with thee in thy pocket and never show it to anyone. When evil threatens thee or sorrow befalls thee, go into a corner, take it from thy pocket and give it something to eat and drink. It will eat and drink a little, and then thou mayest tell it thy trouble and ask its advice, and it will tell thee how to act in thy time of need.” So saying, she kissed her little daughter on the forehead, blessed her, and shortly after died.

    Little Vasilissa grieved greatly for her mother, and her sorrow was so deep that when the dark night came, she lay in her bed and wept and did not sleep. At length she be thought herself of the tiny doll, so she rose and took it from the pocket of her gown and finding a piece of wheat bread and a cup of kvass, she set them before it, and said: “There, my little doll, take it. Eat a little, and drink a little, and listen to my grief. My dear mother is dead and I am lonely for her.”

    Then the doll’s eyes began to shine like fireflies, and suddenly it became alive. It ate a morsel of the bread and took a sip of the kvass, and when it had eaten and drunk, it said:

    “Don’t weep, little Vasilissa. Grief is worst at night. Lie down, shut thine eyes, comfort thyself and go to sleep. The morning is wiser than the evening.” So Vasilissa the Beautiful lay down, comforted herself and went to sleep, and the next day her grieving was not so deep and her tears were less bitter.

    Gently carved wood warm with a maternal love that reaches beyond death: rose-infused amber and soft golden sandalwood.

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    The Magdalena Perfume Oil

    Frankincense, myrrh, leather, ti leaf, saint wood, benzoin, and labdanum absolute.

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    The Magician Perfume Oil

    Wood and copper mimicking life, dressed in a gentleman’s cologne. An elegant automaton wonder built to fascinate.

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    The Marquis De Carabas Perfume Oil

    He wore a huge dandyish black coat that was not quite a frock coat nor exactly a trench coat, and high black boots, and, beneath his coat, raggedy clothes. His eyes burned white in an extremely dark face. And he grinned whie teeth, momentarily, as if at a private joke of his own, and bowed to Richard, and said, “De Carabas, at your service, and you are…?”

    A splash of bay rum, leather, dusty black wool, massoia bark, and opium residue.

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  • The Midnight Carnival Perfume Oil

    There were nine wagons, each draped in black, each drawn by a lean black horse, and each baring barred sides like teeth when the wind blew through the black hangings. The lead wagon was driven by a squat old woman, and it bore signs on its shrouded sides that said in big letters: MOMMY FORTUNA’S MIDNIGHT CARNIVAL. And below, in smaller print: Creatures of night, brought to light.

    Cruelty and confinement, small magics and penny illusions: galbanum, teak, myrrh, narcissus, mandrake root, patchouli, cacao, labdanum, agarwood, lavender, neroli, and black moss.

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  • The Mulberry Tree in Autumn Perfume Oil

    Vincent Van Gogh
    Desiccated mulberries, yellowing mulberry leaves, lemon peel haze

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  • THE NAIADS' HOUR

    The Naiads’ Hour Perfume Oil

    Norman Lindsay
    Pearlescent ambergris and salt musk, white bergamot, elemi, white lemon peel, champaca, and seafoam.

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    The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch Perfume Oil

    Anathema Device – her mother, who was not a great student of religious matters, happened to read the word one day and thought it was a lovely name for a girl—was eight and a half years old, and she was reading The Book, under the bedclothes, with a torch.

    Other children learned to read on basic primers with colored pictures of apples, balls, cockroaches, and so forth. Not the Device family. Anathema had learned to read from The Book.

    It didn’t have any apples and balls in it. It did have a rather good eighteenth-century woodcut of Agnes Nutter being burned at the stake and looking rather cheerful about it.

    The first word she could recognize was nice. Very few people at the age of eight and a half know that nice also means “scrupulously exact,” but Anathema was one of them.

    The second word was accurate.

    The first sentence she had ever read out loud was:

    “I tell ye thif, and I charge ye with my wordes. Four shalle ryde, and Four shalle alfo ryde, and Three sharl ryde the Skye as twixt, and Wonne shal ryde in flames; and theyr shall be no stopping themme: not fish, nor rayne, nor rode, neither Deville nor Angel. And ye shalle be theyr alfo, Anathema.”

    Anathema liked to read about herself.

    (There were books which caring parents who read the right Sunday papers could purchase with their children’s names printed in as the heroine or hero. This was meant to interest the child in the book. In Anathema’s case, it wasn’t only her in The Book—and it had been spot on so far—but her parents, and her grandparents, and everyone, back to the seventeenth century. She was too young and too self-centered at this point to attach any importance to the fact that there was no mention made of her children, or indeed, any events in her future further away than eleven years’ time. When you’re eight and a half, eleven years is a lifetime, and of course, if you believed The Book, it would be.)

    A seventeenth-century tome, pages lined with witching herbs and lightly spattered by gunpowder residue.

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    The Night-Raven Perfume Oil

    “You are invited to the elf hill for this evening,” said she; “but will you do me a great favor and undertake the invitations? you ought to do something, for you have no housekeeping to attend to as I have. We are going to have some very grand people, conjurors, who have always something to say; and therefore the old elf king wishes to make a great display…”

    “Croak,” said the night-raven as he flew away with the invitations.

    Indigo musk, wild plum, rose geranium, benzoin, night-blooming jasmine, and patchouli.

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  • The Ninth Cage Perfume Oil

    The unicorn hardly heard him. She turned and turned in her prison, her body shrinking from the touch of the iron bars all around her. No creature of man’s night loves cold iron, and while the unicorn could endure its presence, the murderous smell of it seemed to turn her bones to sand and her blood to rain. The bars of her cage must have had some sort of spell on them, for they never stopped whispering evilly to one another in clawed, pattering voices.

     

    A claustrophobic blend of cold iron and oak.

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    The Norns’ Farmhouse Perfume Oil

    The farmhouse was dark and shut up. The meadows were overgrown and seemed abandoned. The farm roof was crumbling at the back; it was covered in black plastic sheeting. They jolted over a ridge and Shadow saw it there.

    It was silver-gray and it was higher than the farm-house. It was the most beautiful tree Shadow had ever seen: spectral and yet utterly real and almost perfectly symmetrical. It also looked instantly familiar: he wondered if he had dreamed it, then he realized that no, he had seen it before, or a representation of it man, many times. It was Wednesday’s silver tie pin.

    The VW bus jolted and bumped across the meadow, and it came to a stop about twenty feet from the trunk of the tree.

    There were three women standing by the tree. At first glance Shadow thought they were the Zorya, but no, they were three women he did not know. They looked tired and bored, as if they had been standing there a long time. Each of them held a wooden ladder. The biggest also carried a brown sack. They looked like a set of Russian dolls: a tall one – she was Shadow’s height, or even taller – a middle-sized one, and a woman so short and hunched that at first glance Shadow wrongly supposed her to be a child. They looked so much alike that Shadow was certain the women must be sisters.

    The smallest of the women dropped to a curtsey when the bus drew up. The other two just stared. They were sharing a cigarette, and they smoked it down to the filter before one of them stubbed it out against a root.

    Dusty, ancient wood, horehound, and sage, with viper’s bugloss, mugwort, chamomile, nettle, apple blossom, chervil, and ashes.

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    The Organ Grinder Perfume Oil

    A handsome, dark-skinned man weaves and dances his way through the crowd. Veves have been burned into the face of his old acoustic guitar, which he strums casually as he strolls though the crowd. A winged Capuchin monkey is balanced on his shoulder, holding out a rusty metal cup. The guitar player’s melancholy chords begin to mingle strangely with a cacophonous jangling sound. The discordant symphony grows and swells as he moves toward a cloaked and hooded figure; this spectre’s skeletal hands operate a dilapidated barrel organ that stands at a crossroads in the midway. As they come together, the music hits a nightmarish crescendo; your heart heaves with longings unfulfilled, your vision swims, and your head is filled with whispered incantations and gallows secrets. In that instant, you suddenly understand the profundity of deals made in Heaven and Hell, and the price of desire.

    Almond milk, sarsaparilla, tobacco smoke, High John the Conqueror root, coconut hull, black patchouli and white pine bark.

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    The Other Hot Chocolate Perfume Oil

    The other mother took the bacon from under the grill and put it on a plate. Then she slipped the cheese omelette from the pan onto the plate, flipping it as she did so, letting it fold itself into a perfect omelette shape.

    She placed the breakfast plate in front of Coraline, along with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and a mug of frothy hot chocolate.

    “Yes,” she said. “I think I like this game. But what kind of game shall it be? A riddle game? A test of knowledge or of skill?

    “An exploring game,” suggested Coraline. “A finding-things game.”

    “And what is it you think you should be finding in this hide-and-go-seek game, Coraline Jones?”

    Coraline hesitated. Then, “My parents,” said Coraline. “And the souls of the children behind the mirror.”

    The other mother smiled at this, triumphantly, and Coraline wondered if she had made the right choice. Still, it was too late to change her mind now.

    “A deal,” said the other mother. “Now eat up your breakfast, my sweet. Don’t worry-it won’t hurt you.”

    Coraline stared at the breakfast, hating herself for giving in so easily, but she was starving.

    “How do I know you’ll keep your word?” asked Coraline.

    “I swear it,” said the other mother. “I swear it on my own mother’s grave.”

    “Does she have a grave?” asked Coraline.

    “Oh yes,” said the other mother. “I put her in there myself. And when I found her trying to crawl out, I put her back.”

    “Swear on something else. So I can trust you to keep your word.”

    “My right hand,” said the other mother, holding it up. She waggled the long fingers slowly, displaying the clawlike nails. “I swear on that.”

    Coraline shrugged. “Okay,” she said. “It’s a deal.” She ate the breakfast, trying not to wolf it down. She was hungrier than she had thought.

    As she ate, her other mother stared at her. It was hard to read expressions into those black button eyes, but Coraline thought that her other mother looked hungry, too.

    She drank the orange juice, but even though she knew she would like it she could not bring herself to taste the hot chocolate.

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    The Other Miss Forcible Perfume Oil

    …a distorted version of Miss Forcible’s “real” perfume: sticky sweet, cobwebby, and grotesque.

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    The Other Miss Spink Perfume Oil

    …a distorted version of Miss Spink’s “real” perfume: sticky sweet, cobwebby, and grotesque.

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    The Other Mother’s Right Hand Perfume Oil

    Coraline opened the front door and looked at the gray sky. She wondered how long it would be until the sun came up, wondered whether her dream had been a true thing while knowing in her heart that it had been. Something she had taken to be part of the shadows under the hall couch detached itself from beneath the couch and made a mad, scrabbling rush on its long white legs, heading for the front door.

    Coraline’s mouth dropped open in horror and she stepped out of the way as the thing clicked and scuttled past her and out of the house, running crablike on its too-many tapping, clicking, scurrying feet.

    She knew what it was, and she knew what it was after. She had seen it too many times in the last few days, reaching and clutching and snatching and popping blackbeetles obediently into the other mother’s mouth. Five-footed, crimson-nailed, the color of bone.

    It was the other mother’s right hand.

    It wanted the black key.

    A scrabbling, skittering, clacking scent: white as bone, black as a beetle, and red as blood – orris root, vetiver, and daemonorops.

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    The Owens’ Tomb Perfume Oil

    “I’ll do no such thing, with Owens and me having a lovely little tomb over by the daffodil patch. Plenty of room in there for a little one.”

    Marble and dust surrounded by burdock, knotweed, dandelions, daffodils, and long-dead calla lilies.

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    The Parliament of Monsters Perfume Oil

    You pass through the golden mouth, and find yourself inside a narrow, cramped corridor. Large wooden paintings of skeletal hands crook their bony fingers, leading you forwards. At the first turn, you hear a bizarre jumble of sounds: the high-pitched sound of gears grinding, metal on metal, the sound of sultry, low-pitched laughter, a clattering, wings flapping, soft hissing. Suddenly, a sharp howl pierces the darkness. As you make your way around the corner you are momentarily blinded as floodlights flicker to life, and thirteen gold-gilded stages are illuminated, bathed from beneath in sinister, caramel-colored light.

    Dust, incense, wet tobacco, singed straw, and a curl of opium smoke.

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  • peacock queen

    The Peacock Queen Perfume Oil

    In dramatic contrast to the soft innocence of Snow White and the dew-kissed freshness of her sister, Rose Red, this is a blood red, voluptuous rose, velvet-petaled, at the height of bloom. Haughty and imperious, vain, yet incomparably lovely to the eye, but thick with thorns of jealousy, pride and hatred.

    Illustrated by Franz Jüttner.

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    The Phantom Calliope Perfume Oil

    Ghostly, glowing, sweet and dark: black cherry, patchouli, cassis, cardamom and verbena.

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  • the phenomena of witchcraft

    The Phenomena of Witchcraft Perfume Oil

    The Rev. Joseph Glanvil, chaplain in ordinary to Charles II., was a writer of great erudition and ability. In his “Sadducismus Triumphatus,” written to show that the phenomena of witchcraft were genuine occurrences, he gives an account of Mr. Mompesson’s haunted house at Tedworth, where it was observed that, on beating or calling for any tune, it would be exactly answered by drumming. When asked by some one to give three knocks, if it were a certain spirit, it gave three knocks and no more. Other questions were put, and answered by knocks exactly. Glanvil himself says, that, being told it would imitate noises, he scratched, on the sheet of the bed, five, then seven, then ten times ; and it returned exactly the number of scratches each time.

    Melanethon relates that at Oppenheim, in Germany, in 1620, the same experiment of rapping, and having the raps exactly answered by the spirit which haunted a house, was successfully tried ; and he tells us that Luther was visited by a spirit who announced his coming by “a rapping at his door.”

    In the famous Wesley case, the haunting of the house of John Wesley’s father, the Parsonage at Epworth, Lincolnshire, in 1716, for a period of two months, the supposed spirit used to imitate Mr. Wesley’s knock at the gate. It responded to the Amen at prayers. Emily, one of the daughters, knocked ; and it answered her. Mr. Wesley knocked a stick on the joists of the kitchen ; and it knocked again, in number of strokes and in loudness exactly replying. When Mrs. Wesley stamped, it knocked in reply.

    It is not surprising that John Wesley was a Spiritualist. “With my last breath,” he writes, “will I bear my testimony against giving up to infidels one great proof of the invisible world ; I mean that of witchcraft, confirmed by the testimony of all ages.”

    Planchette, or The Despair of Science : being a full account of modern spiritualism, its phenomena, and the various theories regarding it : with a survey of French Spiritism, Epes Sargent

    Green balsam, bay leaf, fossilized amber, blackened vetiver, and clove bud cloaked in oud.

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  • THE PICTURE OF DORIAN SUFGANIYOT

    The Picture of Dorian Sufganiyot Perfume Oil

    It has mysteriously stayed fresh for decades… but you REALLY don’t want to see the pastry in the attic.

     

    A deep-fried fougere with three pale musks and dark, sugared vanilla tea.

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  • The Poinsettia Gown

    The Poinsettia Gown 2024 Perfume Oil

    A perfume simply inspired by a vintage Christmas postcard. Rose cream, jasmine cream, mallow, vanilla foam, and sweet amber.

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  • THE POINSETTIA GOWN

    The Poinsettia Gown Perfume Oil

    A perfume simply inspired by a vintage Christmas postcard. Rose cream, jasmine cream, mallow, vanilla foam, and sweet amber.

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    The Potter’s Field Perfume Oil

    Silas walked across the path without disturbing a fallen leaf, and sat down on the bench, beside Bod. “There are those,” he said, in his silken voice, “who believe that all land is sacred. That it is sacred before we come to it, and sacred after. But here, in your land, they blessed the churches and the ground they set aside to bury people in, to make it holy. But they left land unconsecrated beside the sacred ground, potter’s fields to bury the criminals and the suicides or those who were not of the faith.”

    “So the people buried in the ground on the other side of the fence are bad people?”

    Silas raised one perfect eyebrow. “Mm? Oh, not at all. Let’s see, it’s been a while since I’ve been down that way. But I don’t remember anyone particularly evil. Remember, in days gone by you could be hanged for stealing a shilling. And there are always people who find their lives have become so unsupportable they believe the best thing they could do would be to hasten their transition to another plane of existence.”

    Rich loam, fragrant grasses, murky vetiver, wild herbs, and dry cedar bark.

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  • raptures and roses of vice

    The Raptures and Roses of Vice Perfume Oil

    Could you hurt me, sweet lips, though I hurt you?
    Men touch them, and change in a trice
    The lilies and languors of virtue
    For the raptures and roses of vice;
    Those lie where thy foot on the floor is,
    These crown and caress thee and chain,
    O splendid and sterile Dolores,
                      Our Lady of Pain.

    Red roses, heady Moroccan musk, cinnamon, lobelia, coconut flesh, magnolia blossoms, and tobacco tar.

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    The Rat Speakers Perfume Oil

    For a moment, Richard was blinded by the sudden light. He was standing in a huge, vaulted room, and underground hall, filled with firelight and smoke. Small fires burned around the room. Shadowy people stood by the flames, roasting small animals on spits. People scurried from fire to fire. It reminded him of hell—or rather, the way that he had thought of Hell as a schoolboy. The smoke irritated his lungs, and he coughed. A hundred eyes turned, then, and stared at him; a hundred eyes, unblinking and unfriendly.

    A snuffling, brown scent: earthy patchouli, sage, russet sandalwood, grimy leather, fig leaf, and lemongrass.

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  • the rice field

    The Rice Field Perfume Oil

    Rice milk, hay absolute, Oolong tea, honey dust, champaca, frankincense smoke, golden sandalwood, and heliotrope.

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    The Rights of Women Perfume Oil

    Yes, injured Woman! rise, assert thy right!
    Woman! too long degraded, scorned, opprest;
    O born to rule in partial Law’s despite,
    Resume thy native empire o’er the breast!

    Go forth arrayed in panoply divine;
    That angel pureness which admits no stain;
    Go, bid proud Man his boasted rule resign,
    And kiss the golden sceptre of thy reign.

    Go, gird thyself with grace; collect thy store
    Of bright artillery glancing from afar;
    Soft melting tones thy thundering cannon’s roar,
    Blushes and fears thy magazine of war.

    Thy rights are empire: urge no meaner claim, –
    Felt, not defined, and if debated, lost;
    Like sacred mysteries, which withheld from fame,
    Shunning discussion, are revered the most.

    Try all that wit and art suggest to bend
    Of thy imperial foe the stubborn knee;
    Make treacherous Man thy subject, not thy friend;
    Thou mayst command, but never canst be free.

    Awe the licentious, and restrain the rude;
    Soften the sullen, clear the cloudy brow:
    Be, more than princes’ gifts, thy favours sued; –
    She hazards all, who will the least allow.

    But hope not, courted idol of mankind,
    On this proud eminence secure to stay;
    Subduing and subdued, thou soon shalt find
    Thy coldness soften, and thy pride give way.

    Then, then, abandon each ambitious thought,
    Conquest or rule thy heart shall feebly move,
    In Nature’s school, by her soft maxims taught,
    That separate rights are lost in mutual love.

    – Anna Lætitia Barbauld

    Too long degraded, scorned, opprest: a bold, strident red chypre with sweet wild patchouli, bourbon vanilla, Tunisian neroli, tuberose, warm red currant, strawberry, and red labdanum.

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    The Rose Perfume Oil

    When they found that their father must take a journey to the ship, the two eldest begged he would not fail to bring them back some new gowns, caps, rings, and all sorts of trinkets. But Beauty asked for nothing; for she thought in herself that all the ship was worth would hardly buy everything her sisters wished for. “Beauty,” said the merchant, “how comes it that you ask for nothing: what can I bring you, my child?”

    “Since you are so kind as to think of me, dear father,” she answered, “I should be glad if you would bring me a rose, for we have none in our garden.” Now Beauty did not indeed wish for a rose, nor anything else, but she only said this that she might not affront her sisters; otherwise they would have said she wanted her father to praise her for desiring nothing.

    The promise of a rose: red rose petals, fresh sap, and the sharp green scent of stem and leaf.

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  • The School of Silence Perfume Oil

    Jean Delville


    Ancient cypresses draped in champaca orchid, pink rose petals, lavender milk, and blackcurrant bud.

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    The Sea Foams Blood Perfume Oil

    When you return go alone, just you and the children and when you approach the beach then call for me:

    Zilvine, Zilvineli,
    If alive, may the sea foam milk
    If dead, may the sea foam blood…

    And if you see coming towards you foaming milk then know that I am still alive, but if blood comes then I have reached my end. While you, my children, let not the secret out, do not let anyone know how to call for me.

    Blood rising through an ocean wave.

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    The Sea Foams Milk Perfume Oil

    When you return go alone, just you and the children and when you approach the beach then call for me:

    Zilvine, Zilvineli,
    If alive, may the sea foam milk
    If dead, may the sea foam blood…

    And if you see coming towards you foaming milk then know that I am still alive, but if blood comes then I have reached my end. While you, my children, let not the secret out, do not let anyone know how to call for me.

    Milk cresting on an ocean wave.

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  • The Season of Ghosts 2024 Perfume Oil

    In Latvia, the Ziemassvetki, or Winter Party, is a celebration of the birth of Dievs, the Sky God and Supreme Ruler of the Latvian pantheon. The two weeks prior to the Ziemassvetki is Ve?u laiks: the Season of Ghosts. Candles are lit to honor the gods and a fire is kept burning throughout the Season, burning away the unhappiness of the previous year so men’s spirits can be renewed. At the feast of the Ziemassvetki, places are left as a courtesy to the ghosts, who arrive by sleigh.

     

    A scent created to burn away sorrow: bergamot, frankincense, rose geranium, ginger, lemongrass, and blood orange.

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  • serpent in the berries

    The Serpent in the Berries Perfume Oil

    Inspired by a strawberry-tinted albino corn snake that I met many, many years ago – strawberry-infused Snake Oil with a froth of marshmallow fluff and a hint of vanilla sugar.

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  • THE SERPENT IN THE CARNATIONS

    The Serpent in the Carnations Perfume Oil

    Snake Oil-soaked carnation petals, spiked with a dash of clove and allspice.

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  • THE SERPENT IN THE ROSES

    The Serpent in the Roses Perfume Oil

    Snake Oil dribbling across a cluster of amber-flecked, blackened rose petals.

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  • THE SHEPHERD'S DREAM

    The Shepherd’s Dream Perfume Oil

    Henry Fuseli

    Ambergris accord, lilac mist, grey silk ambrette, wisteria, white frankincense, champa magnolia, and pink tea roses.

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  • the shimmering mirror

    The Shimmering Mirror Perfume Oil

    Pine pitch brocade, amber incense smoke, Mysore sandalwood, myrrh, red benzoin, inky patchouli, and an oakmoss fougere.

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  • the shrine where a sin is a prayer

    The Shrine Where Sin is a Prayer Perfume Oil

    I have passed from the outermost portal

    To the shrine where a sin is a prayer;

    What care though the service be mortal?

    O our Lady of Torture, what care?

    All thine the last wine that I pour is,

    The last in the chalice we drain,

    O fierce and luxurious Dolores,

    Our Lady of Pain.

     

    Deep purple Syrah, calamus, myrrh smoke, hyssop, opoponax, bitter clove, burgundy pitch, opium poppy, and violet leaf.

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    The Silver Dollar Perfume Oil

    His fingers closed around the Liberty dollar in his pocket, and he remembered Zorya Polunochnaya, and the way she had looked at him in the moonlight. Did you ask her what she wanted? It is the wisest thing to ask the dead. Sometimes they will tell you.

    Gilded iris and Siamese benzoin, silvery-white musk, white tea leaf, and bergamot.

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    The Silver Stream Perfume Oil

    The boy with the dirty face stood up and hugged Coraline tightly. “Take comfort in this,” he whispered. “Th’art alive. Thou livest.”

    And in her dream Coraline saw that the sun had set and the stars were twinkling in the darkening sky.

    Coraline stood in the meadow, and she watched as the three children (two of them walking, one flying) went away from her across the grass, silver in the light of the huge moon.

    The three of them came to a small wooden bridge over a stream. They stopped there and turned and waved, and Coraline waved back.

    And what came after was darkness.

    Bittersweet: the scent of forgetfulness, peace, and oblivion. Like asphodel petals on moonlit water.

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    The Small Brown Cat Perfume Oil

    The small brown cat opened her eyes and stretched to her feet. She padded across the kitchen floor and pushed at Shadow’s boot with her head. He put down his left hand and scratched her forehead and the back of her ears and the scruff of her neck. She arched, ecstatically, then sprang into his lap, pushed herself up against his chest, and touched her cold nose to his. Then she curled up in his lap and went back to sleep. He put his hand down to stroke her: her fur was soft, and she was warm and pleasant in his lap; she acted like she was in the safest place in the world, and Shadow felt comforted.

    Warm brown fur, cardamom-infused bourbon vanilla, and a touch of cedarwood.

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    The Snowglobe Perfume Oil

    She looked around the room. It was so familiar-that was what made it feel so truly strange. Everything was exactly the same as she remembered: there was all her grandmother’s strange-smelling furniture, there was the painting of the bowl of fruit (a bunch of grapes, two plums, a peach and an apple) hanging on the wall, there was the low wooden table with the lion’s feet, and the empty fireplace which seemed to suck heat from the room.

    But there was something else, something she did not remember seeing before. A ball of glass, up on the mantelpiece.

    She went over to the fireplace, went up on tiptoes, and lifted it down. It was a snow globe, with two little people in it. Coraline shook it and set the snow flying, white snow that glittered as it tumbled through the water.

    Then she put the snow globe back on the mantelpiece, and carried on looking for her true parents and for a way out.

    Cold leaded glass, bone chip snow, and glycerin.

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  • Art for the Soap Bubbles by Jan van Kessel

    The Soap Bubbles Perfume Oil

    Jan van Kessel

    Smoked champaca orchid, sweet brandy, frankincense resin, Moroccan jasmine absolute, King mandarin, tangerine, dried apricot, pomegranate seed, and bubbles.

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  • THE STORM

    The Storm Perfume Oil

    Pierre-Auguste Cot
    Rain-dappled moss, golden silk, and sheer, gossamer vanilla.

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    The Stormhold Perfume Oil

    The Stormhold had been carved out of the peak of Mount Huon by the first lord of Stormhold, who reigned at the end of the First Age and into the beginning of the Second. It had been expanded, improved upon, excavated and tunneled into by successive Masters of Stormhold, until the original mountain peak now raked the sky like the ornately carved tusk of some great, grey, granite beast. The Stormhold itself was perched high in the sky, where the thunder clouds gathered before they went down to the lower air, spilling rain and lightning and devastation upon the place beneath.

    Creeping moss, slick granite, murky vetiver, lightning-charged ozone, and icy rain.

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  • the stuff that dreams are made of

    The Stuff that Dreams are Made Of Perfume Oil

    John Anster Fitzgerald 

    A hypnotic summer reverie: gilded vanilla and coconut milk in a swirl of tuberose, wild jasmine, almond blossom, apricot rind, pomegranate brocade, and crystalline poppy.

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  • the sun in his wrath

    The Sun in His Wrath Perfume Oil

    William Blake

    Searing amber and Oman frankincense with champaca, bay laurel, and red mimosa.

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    The Sun’s Treasure Perfume Oil

    “Have you remembered how I do my little coin trick?” he asked Shadow with a grin.

    “I have not.”

    “If you can guess how I did it,” said Mad Sweeney, his lips purple, his blue eyes beclouded, “I’ll tell you if you get warm.”

    “It’s not a palm is it?” asked Shadow.

    “It is not.”

    “Is it a gadget of some kind? Something up your sleeve or elsewhere that shoots the coins up for you to catch?”

    “It is not that neither. More whiskey, anybody?”

    “I read in a book about a way of doing the miser’s dream with latex covering the palm of your hand, making a skin-colored pouch for the coins to hide behind.”

    “This is a sad wake for Great Sweeney who flew like a bird across all of Ireland and ate watercress in his madness: to be dead and unmourned save for a bird, a dog, and an idiot. No, it is not a pouch.”

    “Well, that’s pretty much it for ideas,” said Shadow. “I expect you just take them out of nowhere.” It was meant to be sarcasm, but then he saw the expression on Sweeney’s face. “You do,” he said. “You do take them from nowhere.”

    “Well, not exactly nowhere,” said Mad Sweeney. “But now you’re getting the idea. You take them from the hoard.”

    “The hoard,” said Shadow, starting to remember.

    “Yes.”

    “You just have to hold it in your mind, and it’s yours to take from. The sun’s treasure. It’s there in those moments when the world makes a rainbow. It’s there in the moment of eclipse and the moment of the storm.” And he showed Shadow how to do the thing. This time Shadow got it.

    Radiant amber and orange blossom, golden oudh, and saffron-threaded honey.

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  • the thirst of unbearable things

    The Thirst of Unbearable Things Perfume Oil

    By the hunger of change and emotion,

    By the thirst of unbearable things,

    By despair, the twin-born of devotion,

    By the pleasure that winces and stings,

    The delight that consumes the desire,

    The desire that outruns the delight,

    By the cruelty deaf as a fire

    And blind as the night…

     

    Lavender, white fig, and Atlas cedar.

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    The Three Ghost Children Perfume Oil

    “What happened to you all?” asked Coraline. “How did you come here?”

    “She left us here,” said one of the voices. “She stole our hearts, and she stole our souls, and she took our lives away, and she left us here, and she forgot about us in the dark.”

    “You poor things,” said Coraline. “How long have you been here?”

    “So very long a time,” said a voice.

    “Aye. Time beyond reckoning,” said another voice.

    “I walked through the scullery door,” said the voice of the one that thought it might be a boy, “and I found myself back in the parlor. But she was waiting for me. She told me she was my other mamma, but I never saw my true mamma again.”

    “Flee!” said the very first of the voices-another girl, Coraline fancied. “Flee, while there’s still air in your lungs and blood in your veins and warmth in your heart. Flee while you still have your mind and your soul.”

    “I’m not running away,” said Coraline. “She has my parents. I came to get them back.”

    “Ah, but she’ll keep you here while the days turn to dust and the leaves fall and the years pass one after the next like the tick-tick-ticking of a clock.”

    “No,” said Coraline. “She won’t.”

    There was silence then in the room behind the mirror.

    “Peradventure,” said a voice in the darkness, “if you could win your mamma and your papa back from the beldam, you could also win free our souls.” “Has she taken them?” asked Coraline, shocked.

    “Aye. And hidden them.”

    “That is why we could not leave here, when we died. She kept us, and she fed on us, until now we’ve nothing left of ourselves, only snakeskins and spider husks. Find our secret hearts, young mistress.”

    “And what will happen to you if I do?” asked Coraline.

    The voices said nothing.

    “And what is she going to do to me?” she said.

    The pale figures pulsed faintly; she could imagine that they were nothing more than afterimages, like the glow left by a bright light in your eyes, after the lights go out.

    “It doth not hurt,” whispered one faint voice.

    “She will take your life and all you are and all you care’st for, and she will leave you with nothing but mist and fog. She’ll take your joy. And one day you’ll awake and your heart and your soul will have gone. A husk you’ll be, a wisp you’ll be, and a thing no more than a dream on waking, or a memory of something forgotten.”

    “Hollow,” whispered the third voice. “Hollow, hollow, hollow, hollow, hollow.”

    I based the scent on a description of the characters that Neil sent to me in an email:

    “Well, I like the idea that it would contain flowers and flame and fairy things… but from so long ago that they’ve almost forgotten who they are. So it would be a ghost perfume….”

    In the perfume, I also tried to capture the blue-violet-white of an afterimage and the silence of a snuffed candle. The scent is dry with age, taut with loss, grief, and heartbreak, and sorrowful in the unspeakable desolation of simply being forgotten.

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    The Torture Queen Perfume Oil

    White amber, vanilla musk, white tea, ambergris, gardenia, and chrome.

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  • THE TREAT KEEPER

    The Treat Keeper Perfume Oil

    The smile widened and the long neck bowed, offering.

    Dried apples, sour apple mash, and molasses.

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  • THE TRUTH LIES IN OLD BOOKS

    The Truth Lies in Old Books Perfume Oil

    Marian Wawrzeniecki
    Cracked leather binding and aged, yellowing, blood-soaked paper, clove bud, green silk, sandalwood incense, agarwood, black sesame, and thorns.

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    The Urchins Perfume Oil

    You hear a tittering of laughter: high-pitched and discordant, like bent, cracked silver bells clattering onto sheets of rusted metal. In the gloom of a dilapidated tent, the glow of small red eyes reflects on shining steel blades.

    Dust and dead, dry flowers, ice-cold skin, the swish of a metal blade, and a memory of honey.

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    The Velvets Perfume Oil

    Five almost identically dressed, pale young women walked past him. They wore long dresses made of velvet, each dress as dark as night, one each of dark green, dark chocolate, royal blue, dark blood, and pure black. Each woman had black hair and wore silver jewelry; each was perfectly coifed, perfectly made up. They moved silently: Richard was only aware of a swish of heavy velvet as they went past, a swish that sounded almost like a sigh.

    Smooth inky musk, cathedral incense, ylang ylang, violet leaf, rose-infused amber, red sandalwood, and iris.

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  • The Wellerman Perfume Oil

    There was a ship that put to sea,
    And the name of the ship was the Billy at Tea
    The wind came up, her bow dipped down,
    Blow, my bully boys, blow.

    Soon may the Wellerman come
    And bring us sugar and tea and rum.
    One day, when the tonguin’ is done,
    We’ll take our leave and go.

    She had not been two weeks from shore
    When down on her a right whale bore.
    The captain called all hands and swore
    He’d take that whale in tow.

    Before the boat had hit the water
    The whale’s tail came up and caught her.
    All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her,
    She dived down below.

    A line we dropped all in pursuit
    She raised her tail, a last salute.
    But the harpoon lodged there’s no dispute
    She dived down below.

    For six long days and six long nights
    She drove us south with all her might,
    Until we were too tired to fight,
    Then we let her go.

    The line was cut, the whale was freed;
    The Captain’s mind was not on greed.
    He belonged to the sailor’s creed
    And he let that whale go.

    Sugar, tea, and rum.

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    The White Rider Perfume Oil

    The wood was very dark, and she could not help trembling from fear. Suddenly she heard the sound of a horse’s hoofs and a man on horseback galloped past her. He was dressed all in white, the horse under him was milk-white and the harness was white, and just as he passed her it became twilight.

    White leather and sandalwood.

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    The Wild Men of Jezirat Al Tennyn Perfume Oil

    You are shocked out of the torch song’s melancholy mood by shrieks, hoots, and yowls. You move to your left, and see that instead of a stage, a gigantic iron cage has been hung, hovering a few feet off of the ground. Elaborate, delicate silver sigils are engraved upon huge iron disks that have been mounted to the sides of the cage, and they flicker and spark whenever one of the wild men touches the iron bars that imprison them. The backdrop depicts a blistering volcanic eruption, spiked with thick luminescent bolts of lightning. Several beings are held within the cage, male and female, spanning every age. They flash their razor-fanged smiles at you malevolently as they anxiously crawl, pace, and stalk the length of their prison, stopping occasionally to pose and preen as they gossip with one another in an unrecognizable guttural, grinding language. Their tattooed skin glows an angry crimson, curving horns protrude from their skulls, and their eyes blaze with unholy light.

    Fiery, primal, and precociously diabolical: red amber, Spanish moss, Indonesian patchouli, ambergris, sweet ambrette seed, red pepper, two cloves, and vanilla flower.

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  • The Wish Perfume Oil

    The Wish, Theodor Von Holst, 1840
    “I’ve always wanted to know what wishes are longed for in the dark-eyed gaze of this intense young woman. Myself, I simply wish to rifle through the box of baubles and jewels in the bottom right of the canvas. Maybe help myself to that pearl-tipped hat-pin.”

    An incense of candied smoked fruits, Oman frankincense, red oud, labdanum absolute, sheer vanilla, patchouli, red musk seed, osmanthus, and datura accord.

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    The Witch Queen Perfume Oil

    On a rocky mountain pass, on the southernmost slopes of Mount Belly, the witch-queen reined in her goat-drawn chariot and stopped and sniffed the chilly air.

    The myriad stars hung cold in the sky above her.

    Her red, red lips curved up into a smile of such beauty, such brilliance, such pure and perfect happiness that it would have frozen your blood in your veins to have seen it. “There,” she said. “She is coming to me.”

    And the wind of the mountain pass howled about her triumphantly, as if in answer.

    Wild plum, red musk, tuberose, calla lily, heliotrope, pimento, ylang ylang and beeswax beneath a dark haze of sinister purple-hued incense smoke.

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  • The Witch/Strega Perfume Oil

    The Witch/Strega, Angelo Caroselli, 17th Century
    “Look at this witch’s face! You know she’s going to be a cutting-clever one, uttering snarky-sneaky observations that make you both gasp and splutter with repressed laughter about mutuals you can’t stand. I want to be her Facebook friend. She’d be a scream in a Netflix watch party.”

    Leatherbound tomes and rose cream, flickering flames of twin ambers, and a cascade of shadows: black oud, teakwood, black beeswax, 13-year aged patchouli, cinnabar, balsam, sweet labdanum, tonka bean, and smoke.

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  • THE WITCHES HAVE A FIRE AGAIN

    The Witches Have a Fire Again Perfume Oil

    Smoldering spiced oak boughs and pine pitch crackling with golden sap.

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  • The Wolf Man’s Dream

    The Wolf Man’s Dream Perfume Oil

    Sergei Pankejeff

    A surreal haze of white chypre, shaggy white fur, crackling bark, dry leaves, and distant evergreens.

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  • The Woman at the Edge of the Woods Perfume Oil

    “This is the primal threat in our earliest stories: a woman who lives on the outskirts of civilization, rejected by her community; a woman who is old, ugly, asexual; a woman who is, alternately, too beautiful, too sexual, too self-possessed; a woman who knows things others don’t know, and can do things others can’t do. When the loop of patriarchy closes, it can feel inescapable. Yet the way to freedom has been here, in our monster stories, all along. From the beginning, we’ve known that a woman who leaves society as we know it, who heads out to the dark and threatening spaces beyond the world we’ve built, will find not her death but her power.”

    A scent of power and wisdom, resilience and rage: a patchouli bramble embraced by creeping ivy and rose thorns, protecting a glade populated with mandrake root, yarrow and nettle, Roman chamomile, purple sage, elderberries, sweet myrrh, smoky vanilla husk, and willow branches.

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  • the worm shall revive thee with kisses

    The Worm Shall Revive Thee with Kisses Perfume Oil

    But the worm shall revive thee with kisses;

    Thou shalt change and transmute as a god,

    As the rod to a serpent that hisses,

    As the serpent again to a rod.

    Thy life shall not cease though thou doff it;

    Thou shalt live until evil be slain,

    And good shall die first, said thy prophet,

    Our Lady of Pain.

     

    Bourbon vetiver, oakmoss, and pomegranate.

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    Theodosius, the Legerdemain Perfume Oil

    A flash of light and the smell of sulfur seize your attention. A vast black tent stands before you, subtly glowing with an unnatural, almost phosphorescent light. This tent has no pennants, no ornamentation, save for a carved ebony sign, lettered in silver:

    “Master Theodosius
    Legerdemain, Medium, Conjurer
    One thousand years of marvels.
    Enter at your peril.”

    Another flash blinds you, and from a swirl of smoke a rakish, devilishly handsome man appears, long black hair falling down halfway to his waist, elegant and sinister in an inky silk tuxedo and a voluminous cape. The shadow he casts against the tent, oddly, seems to be that of an enormous corvus, and his eyes radiate a deep azure light. Staring fixedly at you, he snaps his fingers, and two bolts of violet lightning strike the ground on either side of him, blinding you momentarily. As your eyes adjust, you see that two lovely, slender, waiflike women now stand upon the scarred ground beside him, dressed in tattered ballerina costumes the nebulous color of smoke. Turning to his right, he touches the woman’s lips and says, “Seachd seachd uair!” She opens her mouth, and a flock of diminutive bats fly forth from her throat. Turning to his left, he touches the other woman’s hair and repeats, “Seachd seachd uair!” What once was a gleaming mane of stark white hair is now a nest of writhing vipers. She opens her mouth, baring fangs, and spits forth a thin stream of venom. The Master swirls his cape, which suddenly seems to grow and twist like a living shadow, and in a final flash of red lightning and a deafening thunderclap, he and both his assistants vanish.

    Earl Grey tea leaves, a white fougere, jasmine leaf, pearlescent white musk, and vanilla bean.

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    Theoi Nomioi Perfume Oil

    In response to the National Park Service retweeting a New York Times piece on Trump’s Inauguration numbers, Trump’s fragile ego demanded that his administration order the NPS to stop all tweets.

    The National Park Service refuses to be muzzled. On January 24th, South Dakota’s Badlands National Park social media team defiantly posted a series of climate change facts from the National Wildlife Federation before being shut down. Anonymous employees from the National Park Service started a rogue twitter account, and now they’re on Bluesky:

    https://bsky.app/profile/altnps.bsky.social

    These courageous federal employees are risking their careers to ensure that the public is kept informed on issues of climate change. They are fighting for transparency, truth, and science, and they deserve every ounce of support we can offer them. Tweet, email, FB, and phone in your support. Visit your local National Parks and thank the employees there in person. Donate to the National Parks Conservation Association and the National Park Foundation.

    For them, for us, for the sake of the First Amendment, the environment, our state parks, and our future, we honor the bravery and chutzpah of these NPS employees with a scent that benefits the National Parks Conservation Association and the National Park Foundation.

    THEOI NOMIOI
    The Theoi Nomioi are the gods and spirits of the wild: the countryside, the pastures, the forests. Under their auspices, untamed nature thrives, the beasts of the wild feast and multiply, the mountains reach to the heavens with their stony, snow-capped fingers, and the forests grow thick and dark with mystery.

    The National Parks Conservation Association
    “Since 1919, the National Parks Conservation Association has been the leading voice of the American people in the fight to safeguard the scenic beauty, wildlife, and historic and cultural treasures of the largest and most diverse park system in the world. Help us assure the future of our beloved national parks.”

    The National Park Foundation
    “The National Park Foundation protects America’s special places, connects people to nature and inspires the next generation of park stewards.”

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  • there yet shall be sorrows

    There Yet Shall Be Sorrows Perfume Oil

    In yesterday’s reach and to-morrow’s,

    Out of sight though they lie of to-day,

    There have been and there yet shall be sorrows

    That smite not and bite not in play.

    The life and the love thou despisest,

    These hurt us indeed, and in vain,

    O wise among women, and wisest,

    Our Lady of Pain.

     

    White sandalwood, black cypress, wormwood, creeping willow, and rue.

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    There’s Water Here Perfume Oil

    This place will rise again. The wisdom of eternity imparting a glimmer of hope through the grace of eternal renewal: the wild glory of nature bursting through cement, metal, and urban despair, purified by the waters of Lake St. Clair.

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    These Shabby Days Perfume Oil

    “…Our kind of people, we are…” He waved the cigarillo about, as if using it to hunt for a word, then stabbing forward with it. “…exclusive. We’re not social. Not even me. Not even Bacchus. Not for long. We walk by ourselves or we stay in our own little groups. We do not play well with others. We like to be adored and respected and worshiped—me, I like them to be tellin’ tales about me, tales showing my cleverness. It’s a fault, I know, but it’s the way I am. We like to be big. Now, in these shabby days, we are small. The new gods rise and fall and rise again. But this is not a country that tolerates gods for long. Brahma creates, Vishnu preserves, Shiva destroys, and the ground is clear for Brahma to create once more.”

    Memories of myrrh and gold, and the dying smoke of a snuffed cigarillo.

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    They Shut Me Up in Prose Perfume Oil

    They shut me up in Prose –
    As when a little Girl
    They put me in the Closet –
    Because they liked me “still” –

    Still! Could themself have peeped –
    And seen my Brain – go round –
    They might as wise have lodged a Bird
    For Treason – in the Pound –

    Himself has but to will
    And easy as a Star
    Look down upon Captivity –
    And laugh – No more have I –

    – Emily Dickinson

    Loosed from the satin-pale corset, emerging from a gilded cage, that prison of silence: sweet bourbon vanilla, pale sandalwood, mallow flower, osmanthus, and shards of frankincense.

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  • things are fine

    Things are Fine Perfume Oil

    As they are,
    Things are fine,
    Sweeping fallen leaves.
    – Santoka


    Label artwork: Sakai Hoitsu

     

    The blissful contentment of committing to exist in the moment: white sandalwood smoke, hinoki, white tea, and falling leaves.

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  • thirteenth lash

    Thirteenth Lash

    Icicle-laden birch branches and clove bud.

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    This is Your Wilderness Perfume Oil

    Honeyed patchouli with cypress, black pine, and tobacco absolute.

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    Three Rounds, One Fall, No Submission Perfume Oil

    Crowley thumped the wheel. Everything had been going so well, he’d had it really under his thumb these few centuries. That’s how it goes, you think you’re on top of the world, and suddenly they spring Armageddon on you. The Great War, the Last Battle. Heaven versus Hell, three rounds, one Fall, no submission. And that’d be that. No more world. That’s what the end of the world meant. No more world. Just endless Heaven or, depending who won, endless Hell. Crowley didn’t know which was worse.

    Well, Hell was worse, of course, by definition. But Crowley remembered what Heaven was like, and it had quite a few things in common with Hell. You couldn’t get a decent drink in either of them, for a start. And the boredom you got in Heaven was almost as bad as the excitement you got in Hell.

    Beatific gardenia, virtuous lemon flower, and sacred frankincense clashing with infernal musk, a burst of sulphur, and a little bit of hellfire.

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  • Through The Gloom The Sisters Rose Perfume Oil

    Blackened pomegranate, tobacco absolute, benzoin, brown sugar, and droplets of inky wine.

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  • Tinsel Roses

    Tinsel Roses Perfume Oil

    A twinkling rosy rosé garnished with a curly sliver of clove-studded orange peel

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    Tiresias, The Androgyne Perfume Oil

    Upon the next stage, a spotlight is focused on a mammoth bronze sculpture of two snakes entwined. Their bodies are wrapped around each other in an intimate embrace, and their tongues touch suggestively. The deep, somber boom of a standing bass leads into a twelve-string guitar’s plaintive moan, and as the music swells, a stunning, statuesque woman steps out from behind the statue, her fierce and regal face in profile. The spotlight dims to a deep amber-red, and shines a dark, sanguine light onto her, tinting her long, wild hair the color of blood. She sings:

    Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless.
    Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless.
    Little white flowers will never awaken you,
    Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you.
    Angels have no thought of ever returning you.
    Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
    Gloomy Sunday.

    She turns, and abruptly faces left. Her features are coarser, more masculine, and you notice the rough, dusky shadow of an evening beard on the singer’s face. On this side, the hair is cropped short, and as s/he sighs and begins the next verse, you hear the voice deepen to a weathered, sorrowful baritone.

    Gloomy is Sunday; with shadows I spend it all.
    My heart and I have decided to end it all.
    Soon there’ll be candles and prayers that are sad, I know.
    Death is no dream, for in death I’m caressing you.
    With the last breath of my soul I’ll be blessing you.
    Gloomy Sunday.

    The singer turns to face the audience, and your senses reel. On the left side, the features are sharp, but feminine. You can see the curve of her breast, the soft fullness of her hips, the arch of her fine brow. On the right, it is the body of an Adonis, muscular and commanding. You see that a thick seam runs down the center of the body, stitched roughly.

    Though the vision is disconcerting, the warmth and passion in the singer’s voice swells inside your heart, and you are spellbound. Enraptured, you realize that though the gender is opposed on either side, one soul binds the whole.

    Dark, moody, and bittersweet: black currant, patchouli, tobacco, cinnamon leaf, caramel, muguet, and red sandalwood.

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    TKO

    “Many things – such as loving, going to sleep, or behaving unaffectedly – are done worst when we try hardest to do them.”

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  • TKSNOW

    TKSnow 2024 Perfume Oil

    Our most potent lavender sleep blend, frozen.

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  • TKSNOW

    TKSnow Perfume Oil

    Our most potent lavender sleep blend, frozen.

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    Tlazolteotl Perfume Oil

    It is the lady of midnight and she has arrived! She of Two Faces, She Who Eats Filth, the Death Caused by Lust – Tlazolteotl – is the Aztec goddess of the regenerative function of the earth, human sexuality, and fertility. She represents the active female principle in the eternal cycle of life feeding death and death feeding life. Her arms, dressed in flayed skins, embrace mirrored principles of sin and  purification: she inspires lust, depravity, overindulgence, vice, lechery, and licentiousness, and is also empowered to cleanse and forgive moral, spiritual, and fleshly sins. Her scent is a melding of her symbols and offerings: chapapote and black copal with cacao, black honey, maize, and cotton blossoms.

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  • to a wreath of snow

    To a Wreath of Snow Perfume Oil

    O transient voyager of heaven!

    O silent sign of winter skies!

    What adverse wind thy sail has driven

    To dungeons where a prisoner lies?

     

    Methinks the hands that shut the sun

    So sternly from this mourning brow

    Might still their rebel task have done

    And checked a thing so frail as thou

     

    They would have done it had they known

    The talisman that dwelt in thee,

    For all the suns that ever shone

    Have never been so kind to me!

     

    For many a week, and many a day

    My heart was weighed with sinking gloom

    When morning rose in mourning grey

    And faintly lit my prison room

     

    But angel like, when I awoke,

    Thy silvery form so soft and fair

    Shining through darkness, sweetly spoke

    Of cloudy skies and mountains bare

     

    The dearest to a mountaineer

    Who, all life long has loved the snow

    That crowned her native summits drear,

    Better, than greenest plains below –

     

    And voiceless, soulless messenger

    Thy presence waked a thrilling tone

    That comforts me while thou art here

    And will sustain when thou art gone

    – Emily Brontë

    Morning rising in mourning grey: tobacco flower, white oud, lavender bud, and ambergris accord.

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    Tombeur Perfume Oil

    There are two types of vampires that humans, and often other vampires, need to be wary of: the Interfectors and the Tombeur.

    The Tombeur, are much more complex in their hunting habits and their perceptions than their Interfector cousins. Like the Interfectors, they perceive their vampirism to be an initiation into a higher state of being and relegate humans to base foodstuffs. Unlike the Interfectors, however, the Tombeur are not straightforward predators, and there is a secondary purpose to their hunt: sexual gratification. They take full advantage of their saliva’s hypnotic and psychotropic effects on humans, the mystique that surrounds vampires, the seemingly unnatural attraction some humans have toward vampires, and the potency of the Tombeurs’ own sexual drive to lure humans into complex carnal relationships that culminate in feeding. They are consummate seducers, and some Tombeur feed, completely and terminally, on their conquests, while others create henchmen that are little more than sex slaves. Neither fate is something we would recommend to any of our readers.

    Deadly and seductive: vanilla-infused sandalwood, blood musk, antique patchouli, vetiver, lavender, bitter almond, amber, and a trickle of Snake Oil.

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  • Tomie x Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

    Tomie Perfume Oil

    “What’s so precious about a monster?”

    A seductive and deceptively delicate blend of rose-tinted white sandalwood, ethereal white amber, voluptuous almond blossom, coeur de jasmin, and a gasp of bourbon vanilla.

    5ml of hand-blended perfume oil presented in an amber apothecary bottle.

    This product not for sale in the following countries:
    Brunei, Myanmar (Burma), Cambodia, Timor-Leste, Indonesia, Laos, Malaysia, the Philippines, Singapore, Thailand, Vietnam, China, Hong Kong, Sri Lanka, Japan, Macau, Mongolia, North Korea, South Korea, and Taiwan

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  • Tongue Wall Perfume Oil

    Fleshy and fruity: guava musk, slick strawberry lip gloss, and blood-tainted digestive juices.

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  • TONKA BEAN, BLACK TEA, AND LEATHER
  • TOUCHED TWICE

    Touched Twice Perfume Oil

    It was long that the unicorn stood by Prince Lír before she touched him with her horn. For all that her quest had ended joyously, there was weariness in the way she held herself, and a sadness in her beauty that Molly had never seen. It suddenly seemed to her that the unicorn’s sorrow was not for Lír but for the lost girl who could not be brought back; for the Lady Amalthea, who might have lived happily ever after with the prince. The unicorn bowed her head, and her horn glanced across Lír’s chin as clumsily as a first kiss.

     

    He sat up blinking, smiling at something long ago. “Father,” he said in a quick, wondering voice. “Father, I had a dream.” Then he saw the unicorn, and he rose to his feet as the blood on his face began to shine and move again. He said, “I was dead.”

     

    The unicorn touched him a second time, over the heart, letting her horn rest there for a little space. They were both trembling. Prince Lír put his hands out to her like words. She said, “I remember you. I remember.”

     

    As delicate as life, as gentle as death, and as powerful as love: sheer, luminescent vanilla musk with frangipani, red sandalwood, frankincense, champaca flower, coconut, rose absolute, white cyclamen, Himalayan mogra, angelica, and white oud.

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  • touchstone the jester

    Touchstone, the Jester Perfume Oil

    John William Waterhouse

    The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly: fig milk, white cedar, white pear, vanilla cream, bourbon sandalwood, clove, honey cake, and sweet musk.

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  • Traditional Sheet Ghost

    Traditional Sheet Ghost Perfume Oil

    Boo! Cool white cotton, marshmallow fluff, and lemony Oman frankincense.

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    Transeo Perfume Oil

    The Transeo are vampires that have assimilated into human society, often reaching positions of power. Among the Transeo there are many celebrated politicians, scientists, businessmen, philosophers, artists, writers, and musicians, and, surprisingly, a large number of influential clergy and militarists. Not every Transeo is an illustrious public figure; many simply desire the comforts associated with reentering society. In the past, most Transeo posed as humans as best they could, concealing their true natures. In the twenty-first century, more and more Transeo are coming out in the open, and they form the backbone of most vampire-acceptance movements.

    GA cologne that (almost) blends well into human society: benzoin, orange blossom, cumin, King mandarin, gaiac wood, juniper berry, Calabrian bergamot, Ceylon cinnamon, and blood camouflaged by wine.

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    Traum Perfume Oil

    Paul Herrmann

    Blackened lavender and sensual rivulets of labdanum with Oman frankincense and raw cacao.

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    Treasure Perfume Oil

    Norman Lindsay
    A mermaid’s delight: pearlescent orris butter, polished coral, lilac-blushed choya nakh, ambergris foam, osmanthus petals, salt-crusted driftwood, honey dust, white grapefruit peel, cerulean musk, golden flecks of sea-speckled amber, and bittersweet mimosa.

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    Trevor Bruttenholm Perfume Oil

    A classic men’s cologne mixed with the scent of old, yellowed books, a splash of bay rum, and summoning incense.

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    Triple Dagger Scent Locket

    These lockets were created exclusively for Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab. They cannot be found anywhere else in all of Heaven and Earth.

    These are heavy lockets, thick with silver, and are perfect for use as a perfume oil conduit. Dab your favorite Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab concoction onto muslin, velvet or cotton, and place the swatch inside the locket. Your body will warm the silver, and the locket will exude pure, unadulterated scent.

    Each locket is hand cast .925 sterling silver, and each locket’s bale sports the alchemical symbol for brimstone.

    The oval lockets measure 1.5″ from top to bottom and come with a 24″ nickel-plated iron chain.

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    Tristran Perfume Oil

    Tristran put down his wooden cup of tea, and stood up, offended.

    “What,” he asked, in what he was certain were lofty and scornful tones, “would possibly make you imagine that my lady-love would have sent me on some foolish errand?”

    The little man stared up at him with eyes like beads of jet. “Because that’s the only reason a lad like you would be stupid enough to cross the border into Faerie. The only ones who ever come here from your lands are the minstrels, and the lovers, and the mad. And you don’t look like much of a minstrel, and you’re – pardon me saying so, lad, but it’s true – ordinary as cheese-crumbs. So it’s love, if you ask me.”

    “Because,” announces Tristran, “every lover is in his heart a madman, and in his head a minstrel.”

    Dust on your trousers, mud on your boots, and stars in your eyes: redwood, tonka bean, white sandalwood, lemon peel, patchouli, rosewood, coriander, and crushed mint.

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  • Tropical Print Sheet Ghost

    Tropical Print Sheet Ghost Perfume Oil

    Does the carcass match the drapes? Cascades of banana Leaf, bamboo fiber, mango, papaya, and hibiscus, streaked with ectoplasm and sticky tears of strelitzia sap.

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  • troubled by revenants

    Troubled by Revenants Perfume Oil

    “How came the village to be deserted?” asked the General.

    “It was troubled by revenants, sir; several were tracked to their graves, there detected by the usual tests, and extinguished in the usual way, by decapitation, by the stake, and by burning; but not until many of the villagers were killed.

     

    “But after all these proceedings according to law,” he continued — “so many graves opened, and so many vampires deprived of their horrible animation — the village was not relieved. But a Moravian nobleman, who happened to be traveling this way, heard how matters were, and being skilled—as many people are in his country—in such affairs, he offered to deliver the village from its tormentor. He did so thus: There being a bright moon that night, he ascended, shortly after sunset, the towers of the chapel here, from whence he could distinctly see the churchyard beneath him; you can see it from that window. From this point he watched until he saw the vampire come out of his grave, and place near it the linen clothes in which he had been folded, and then glide away towards the village to plague its inhabitants.

    A paean to ancient malevolence and the unseen forces that grasp and scratch at the living like gnarled roots clawing through blood-stained soil in midnight forests: patchouli, mandrake root, black pepper, and fossilized amber.

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  • twin stars

    Twin Stars Perfume Oil

    Luis Ricardo Valero

    Incandescent lemon rind, apple wine, and Calabrian bergamot gleaming through velvety blue lavender, black cashmere, Laotian oud, and deep, rich, 2-year aged patchouli.

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  • two married couples in a bathhouse

    Two Married Couples in a Bathhouse Perfume Oil

    Cherry blossoms, violet root, muguet, green tea, crystalline musk, and yuzu.

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  • UBE SUFGANIYOT

    Ube Sufganiyot Perfume Oil

    A little nod to my Filipino-Ashkenazi heritage!

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  • Unarmed and Laughing Perfume Oil

    Sugared vanilla amber with a pop of champagne grape.

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  • Uncle Traveling Matt Perfume Oil

    The magic is always there, as long as we keep looking for it.

    Gobo’s Uncle Travelling Matt is the greatest living Fraggle explorer – the Fraggle equivalent of an astronaut. After completing his exploration of Fraggle Rock, he ventured forth into our world, a place the Fraggles call “Outer Space.”

    Dark chocolate, figgy vanilla, pear, and quince.

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    V. The Pope Perfume Oil

    This is my body, he said, two thousand years ago. This is my blood.

    It was the only religion that delivered exactly what it promised: life eternal, for its adherents.

    There are some of us alive today who remember him. And some of us claim that he was a messiah, and some think that he was just a man with very special powers. But that misses the point. Whatever he was, he changed the world.

    Life everlasting: clove-smoke, benzoin, rose maroc, Jerusalem cedar, cistus, and frankincense.

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  • vampire milk

    Vampire Milk Perfume Oil

    A creamy coagulation of clove bud and goat’s milk.

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    Vampires for Harris & Walz Button

    Beth made some ridiculous yard signs for her house and a couple of people asked if we could make them into pins, so here you go! 

     

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    Vasilissa Perfume Oil

    “Take it, then,” the Tsar said, “and bid her do it for me.” The old woman brought the linen home and told Vasilissa the Tsar’s command: “Well I knew that the work would needs be done by my own hands,” said Vasilissa, and, locking herself in her own room, began to make the shirts. So fast and well did she work that soon a dozen were ready. Then the old woman carried them to the Tsar, while Vasilissa washed her face, dressed her hair, put on her best gown and sat down at the window to see what would happen. And presently a servant in the livery of the Palace came to the house and entering, said: “The Tsar, our lord, desires himself to see the clever needlewoman who has made his shirts and to reward her with his own hands.”

    Vasilissa rose and went at once to the Palace, and as soon as the Tsar saw her, he fell in love with her with all his soul. He took her by her white hand and made her sit beside him. “Beautiful maiden,” he said, “never will I part from thee and thou shalt be my wife.”

    So the Tsar and Vasilissa the Beautiful were married, and her father returned from the far-distant Tsardom, and he and the old woman lived always with her in the splendid Palace, in all joy and contentment. And as for the little wooden doll, she carried it about with her in her pocket all her life long.

    She herself had cheeks like blood and milk and grew every day more and more beautiful.

    Creamy skin musk and blushing pink musk with soft sandalwood, white amber, dutiful myrrh, and star jasmine.

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    Veile Nail Polish

    Tiger orange linear holographic filled with holo microflake and a bright gold shimmer.

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    Vespillo Perfume Oil

    The Vespillo are dedicated to assisting newly infected vampires in understanding and accepting their condition and learning to live with the challenges that vampires face. Vespillo, like the Transeo, tend to become members of vampire-acceptance movements, pushing for a wider understanding of vampires among the human population.

    A grounded, earthy scent, evocative of the soul’s finer qualities: patchouli, clove, neroli, night-blooming jasmine, sage, and iris.

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  • vibrating bed

    Vibrating Motel Bed Perfume Oil

    It’ll rattle your teeth more than it rattles your junk: fizzy champagne, orange blossom absolute, Italian bergamot, and dry vanilla.

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    Victoria Perfume Oil

    Every boy in the village was in love with Victoria Forester. And many a sedate gentleman, quietly married with grey in his beard, would stare at her as she walked down the street, becoming, for a few moments, a boy once more, in the spring of his years with a spring in his step.

    Graceful vanilla musk, tea rose, and stargazer lily.

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  • VIDEO HEAD CLEANER

    Video Head Cleaner Perfume Oil

    “Perfume, not poppers!” Put it in Latin on our family crest. The contents of this 5ml apothecary bottle are certainly nothing illicit, no ma’am. Just a nice, relaxing olfactory swan dive into the abyss, under the barest pretense of home entertainment hygiene.

    (Please note: this perfume contains no actual video head cleaner. No alcohol, no acetone, no amyl nitrate, no xylene. It is an accord meant to mimic and celebrate the scent profile and tone of poppers without explicitly smelling like poppers or having a popper’iffic effect.)

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  • Vigil for the Harvest Suitors Perfume Oil

    Power of the Witch lies in her respect and direct communication with nature. She may choose to give favor to those who can see her wisdom as authentic and beneficial.

     

    Beeswax, bone, broomcorn, and lilac.

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    VII. The Chariot Perfume Oil

    It was genetic engineering at its finest: they created a breed of human to sail the stars: they needed to be possessed of impossibly long life-spans, for the distances between the stars were vast; space was limited, and their food supplies needed to be compact; they needed to be able to process local sustenance, and to colonise the worlds they found with their own kind.

    The homeworld wished the colonists well, and sent them on their way. They removed all traces of their location from the ships’ computers first, however. To be on the safe side.

    The scent of white-hot metal and stardust, limned with glowing bergamot aldehyde.

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  • VINTAGE BLOW MOLD CANDY GARLAND

    Vintage Candy Garland Blow Mold Perfume Oil

    This tangled string of hollow plastic sweets is sure to conjure childlike fantasies of cartoonish opulence! An enticing swirl of multi-hued fruit and mint flavors, illuminated from behind by twinkling amber tree lights.

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  • VINTAGE DRACULA BLOW MOLD

    Vintage Dracula Blow Mold Perfume Oil

    Lustrous maraschino cherry fangs illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.

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  • VINTAGE FRANKENSTEIN BLOW MOLD

    Vintage Frankenstein Blow Mold Perfume Oil

    A shell of milky plastic surrounding a puff of mint chocolate chip-scented air, illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.

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  • VINTAGE GHOST BLOW MOLD

    Vintage Ghost Blow Mold Perfume Oil

    Milky-white plastic and a hollow gasp of candy-corn breath, illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.

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  • VINTAGE MRS. CLAUS BLOW MOLD

    Vintage Mrs. Clause Blow Mold Perfume Oil

    A shell of milky plastic encasing fond memories of bread pudding with strawberry cream, illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.

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  • Vintage Pumpkin Blow Mold

    Vintage Pumpkin Blow Mold Perfume Oil

    A grinning, glowing gourd gleaming with 40 watts of radiant white musk, sweet orange, crystalline amber, and pumpkin rind.

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  • Vintage Snow Clown Blow Mold

    Vintage Snow Clown Blow Mold Perfume Oil

    Chase away the sads with a sip from a cheery snowglobe filled with slushy grenadine and lemon-lime soda, topped with a maraschino cherry and illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.

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  • VINTAGE SNOWMAN BLOW MOLD

    Vintage Snowman Blow Mold Perfume Oil

    He’s just pretending to be cold! A milky plastic shell of frosted blue spruce, illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.

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  • VINTAGE WISE MAN BLOW MOLD

    Vintage Wise Man Blow Mold Perfume Oil

    A sun-faded plasticky shell of lemony gold, frankincense, and myrrh, illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.

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  • VINTAGE WITCH BLOW MOLD

    Vintage Witch Blow Mold Perfume Oil

    A plastic cauldron filled with green tea-infused white chocolate, illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.

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    Violens Perfume Oil

    Rugged and understated: five sandalwoods, dusty leather, and light musk.

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  • Virgo Locket

    The Zodiac lockets have returned! Exquisite, elegant, and exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.

    These are heavy lockets, thick with silver, and are perfect for use as a perfume oil conduit. Dab your favorite Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab concoction onto muslin, velvet or cotton, and place the swatch inside the locket. Your body will warm the silver, and the locket will exude pure, unadulterated scent.

    The Zodiac lockets are hand cast 925 sterling silver that has been partially gold washed using a method popularized in the 19th century, and each is adorned with at least one stone corresponding to the sign the locket represents. Each locket’s bale sports one of the BPAL logos: the alchemical symbol for brimstone. Portions of the face of the lockets have been deliberately tarnished. They measure approximately 1.25″ in diameter. These lockets are heavy.
    They are not fragile, filigreed pieces; they are durable, extremely weighty with silver, and are suitable for your most adventurous airship excursions.

    These lockets are exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, and were created by and for Black Phoenix. They cannot be found anywhere else in all of Heaven and Earth.

    Each piece is hand cast.

    Our lockets come with a 24″ nickel-plated iron chain.

    The Zodiac lockets were designed by Alicia Dabney of Elements and Artifacts.

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  • VISION

    Vision Perfume Oil

    Carolus-Duran
    Scarlet silk, peonies, pink rose petals, neroli, woodmoss, clove bud, carnation cream, and skin musk.

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    Volt Perfume Oil

    A living electrical battery, Volt plays the wiseass clown for his teammates, using humor to mask his awkwardness and his need for acceptance.

    Leather with a shock of eucalyptus, green mint, elemi, ravintsara and lime.

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    Voyeur Perfume Oil

    Honeyed labdanum, neroli, vanilla husk, night blooming jasmine, pink rose petals, and pale threads of incense smoke.

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    Waltzing Matilda Perfume Oil

    Up sprang the swagman and jumped into the waterhole,
    Drowning himself by the Coolibah tree;
    And his voice can be heard as it sings in the billabongs,
    “Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.”

    Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, my darling.
    Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.
    Waltzing Matilda and leading a water-bag.
    Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.

    – Banjo Paterson

    Dusty vanilla bean and Moreton Bay Fig.

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    War Perfume Oil

    She finished the drink, hefted the sword over one shoulder, and looked around at the puzzled factions, who now encircled her completely. ‘Sorry to run out on you, chaps,’ she said. ‘Would love to stay and get to know you better.’

    The men in the room suddenly realized they didn’t want to know her better. She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, but not up close.

    And she held her sword, and she smiled like a knife.

    Red ginger, black spices, patchouli, honeysuckle, and three blood-soaked red musks.

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  • WARY SAMURAI WITH GIANT HARIGATA

    Wary Samurai with Giant Harigata Hair Gloss

    Teakwood, bamboo, and cypress with amber oud, crystallized ginger, and ti leaf.

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    Wayfaring Stranger Perfume Oil

    Traveling on foot was always a gamble; according to locals, this crossroads was a sure bet.

    An offering of footstep dust and rusted keys, raw tobacco and whiskey, coconut shells and candle wax.

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    We Cared About Such Different Things Perfume Oil

    “I have a brother. They say, you put us together, we are like one person, you know? When we are young, his hair, it is very blond, very light, his eyes are blue, and people say, he is the good one. And my hair it is very dark, darker than yours even, and people say I am the rogue, you know? I am the bad one. And now time passes, and my hair is gray. His hair, too, I think, is gray. And you look at us, you would not know who was light, who was dark.”

    “Were you close?” asked Shadow.

    “Close?” asked Czernobog. “No. How could we be? We cared about such different things.”

    You would not know who was light, who was dark: iron and amber, gold-limned white musk and ink-gloomed dark musk.

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  • We Wear the Mask Perfume Oil

    We wear the mask that grins and lies,
    It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes, –
    This debt we pay to human guile;
    With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
    And mouth with myriad subtleties.

    Why should the world be over-wise,
    In counting all our tears and sighs?
    Nay, let them only see us, while
    We wear the mask.

    We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
    To thee from tortured souls arise.
    We sing, but oh the clay is vile
    Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
    But let the world dream otherwise,
    We wear the mask!

    – Paul Laurence Dunbar

    This poem – this song – is one that has moved me since my childhood, and it’s so incredibly difficult to translate it into scent. I don’t know if I am capable of doing honor to Dunbar’s words; all I can do is craft something that is akin to how much this makes my heart clench. The scent I have chosen is a soft lavender with dry woods, carrot seed and iris, sandalwood smoke, and wisteria.

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  • WEED AND FRUITCAKE
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    Wembley Perfume Oil

    To Wemble is a Fragglish word that means (roughly) “to be so unable to make up one’s mind that it’s ridiculous.” Wembley is indecision personified. Wembley has an uncanny ability to find merit on both sides of any issue. This talent occasionally casts him in the role of peacemaker.

    Innocently indecisive: white musk, banana, orange blossom, honey, pineapple, and mint.

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    Wensleydale Perfume Oil

    “My father says there’s no such thing as witches,” said Wensleydale, who had fair, wavy hair, and peered seriously out at life through thick black rimmed spectacles. It was widely believed that he had once been christened Jeremy, but no one ever used the name, not even his parents, who called him Youngster. They did this in the subconscious hope that he might take the hint; Wensleydale gave the impression of having been born with a mental age of forty seven.

    An immaculately clean scent: well-scrubbed soapy skin and fresh cotton.

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    Werewolves for Harris & Walz Button

    Beth made some ridiculous yard signs for her house and a couple of people asked if we could make them into pins, so here you go! 

     

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    Western Diamondback Perfume Oil

    Snake Oil with leather, tonka bean, red sandalwood, and sage.

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  • When thy will stung the world into strife

    When Thy Will Stung the World into Strife Perfume Oil

    Dost thou dream, in a respite of slumber,
    In a lull of the fires of thy life,

    Of the days without name, without number,

    When thy will stung the world into strife;

    When, a goddess, the pulse of thy passion

    Smote kings as they revelled in Rome;

    And they hailed thee re-risen, O Thalassian,

    Foam-white, from the foam?

     

    Dragon’s blood resin, red ginger, bourbon geranium, thorny rosemary, red sandalwood, pink pepper, and green coffee bean.

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  • where are the dead

    Where are the Dead Perfume Oil

    WHERE ARE THE DEAD? or, SPIRITUALISM EXPLAINED

    Containing well authenticated and selected reports of all the different phases of modern spirit phenomena, from table-turning to the visible materialisation of the faces and forms of the departed, and the photographing of spirits ; proving by undeniable facts that those we mourn as


    DEAD ARE STILL ALIVE,


    and can communicate with us ; and that Spiritualism is sanctioned by Scripture, and consistent with science and common sense ; with specimens of intensely interesting communications received touching death, the future life, and the experiences of the departed. Also extracts from the literature of Spiritualism, advice to investigators, list of books, addresses of mediums, and all useful information.

    The Spiritualist, June 19, 1874

    An unsettling dance of ethereal murmurs, with ghostly wormwood drifting through the husky warmth of cardamom — a whisper in a shadowed corridor. Hazy lavender and velvety orris cast an otherworldly glow in the darkened corners.

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  • White Cat Perfume Oil

    Clement Burlison

    A portrait of feline dignity painted in bourbon vanilla cream, mallow flower, golden musk, with eyes of lemon amber.

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  • WHITE CHOCOLATE AND TARO CREAM
  • WHITE CHOCOLATE, ORANGE BLOSSOM, SUGAR CRYSTALS, AND CHAMPAGNE
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    White Larry Perfume Oil

    Honestly, I don’t even know how this started. It’s an old joke between me and my friend Jennifer Larochelle. Some time after the VVitch came out, we decided that there’s this goat… White Larry… that is Black Phillip’s embarrassing cousin. Every family has got one; that one relative that just isn’t quite diabolical enough, the one that makes Sabbats just kinda awkward.

    This is the scent of a not-quite-Satanic goat – though he tries! – who does like the taste of butter, probably too much.

    Proceeds from the sale of this scent will benefit the Humane Society of Ventura County to assist in their efforts to help animals affected by the Hill and Woolsey fires.

    Goat’s milk, buttermilk, and butter. Lots of butter.

    Please note: this perfume is not vegan, as it contains butter CO2 extract.

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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  • White Rabbit Scent Locket

    These lockets were created exclusively for Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab. They cannot be found anywhere else in all of Heaven and Earth.

    These are heavy lockets, thick with silver, and are perfect for use as a perfume oil conduit. Dab your favorite Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab concoction onto muslin, velvet or cotton, and place the swatch inside the locket. Your body will warm the silver, and the locket will exude pure, unadulterated scent.

    Each locket is hand cast .925 sterling silver, and each locket’s bale sports the alchemical symbol for brimstone.

    The oval lockets measure 1.5″ from top to bottom and come with a 24″ nickel-plated iron chain.

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    Who Would Not Tremble, Too? 2024 Perfume Oil

    The new discovery of “Table Moving,” by means of an unseen power from the human hand, has only been introduced into England within the last few weeks; but it would be difficult to dingle out any scientific subject which has with such rapidity, taken so extensive a hold of the popular mind. If we travel by railway carriage, steamboat, or omnibus, this is the universal topic of conversation. From the aristocratic saloons of Belgravia to the “Parlours” of Whitechapel – the Green Park to the Cat and Mutton Fields, “table moving” is all the rage. From the Royal Institution, where the secretary pokes his head through a forest of electrical apparatus, to inform the audience that the facts are established, down to the humblest Mechanics’ Institute, all are full of it, and the tables, to quote the words of the old song – “are all a moving, move, move, moving,” – Every evening party must of course have its experiments; accordingly, gentlemen come provided with very elegant chapeaux for the occasion, and many an innocent flirtation occurs consequent on the proper arrangement of the little fingers of some of the fair operators. As “sweet eighteen,” with her blue eyes and golden locks, gracefully links her little finger with Charles’s, in a retired corner, what wonder if the hat should tremble? And Charles, being of course fond of poetry (his very name is a guarantee for that), cannot resist softly breathing into Lucy’s ear, that exquisite line from Waller, on his fair one’s harp –

     

    “Touched by that hand – who would not tremble too?”

     

    And after a little more conversation of a strictly scientific character, they feel quite satisfied with the success of the experiment. Mamma, who has been watching the progress of the magnetic influence at a distance, “has no patience with such nonsense, and wonders young men and young women cannot find something better to do.” She forgets that there was a magnetic influence at work about twenty years since, and what little trifles served as conductors then.

    – Table Moving, its causes and phenomena: with directions how to experiment

     

    A spirit-touched courtship: sweet orange blossom, white honey, jasmine tea, white sandalwood, green apple, and lily of the valley.

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  • winter dildo

    Winter Dildo Hair Gloss

    Sweet amber, chilled lemon peel, green tea, green cardamom pod, and incense smoke.

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  • Winter Landscape, Rime Perfume Oil

    Aleksey Savrasov

    Evergreens enveloped in hoarfrost, cloaked in fog. A silent lake encased in sheets of ice.

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  • Wisdom, Justice, Moderation Perfume Oil

    A poem about Georgia, sung through scent: red cedar, sweetgum, yellow jasmine, peach, and honey.

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  • witch in the woods

    Witch in the Woods Perfume Oil

    The incantation had worked: suddenly there were holes of light punched in the darkness all around them.

    A tangle of blackthorn, mandrake root, and myrrh scratching through cypress boughs, blackberry resin, and incense smoke.

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  • witch milk

    Witch Milk Perfume Oil

    Honey-infused goat milk, incense smoke, yew boughs, black pepper, mandrake root, ambrette seed, red currant, kitchen herbs, and fly agaric accord.

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  • WITCH BIRDS

    Witch-Birds Perfume Oil

    In Sweden tradition says that sorcerers  on Walpurgis night ride to Blocula and there turn into magpies. A lady at Carlstadt in that country was haunted by witch-birds in a very unpleasant manner. Having insulted a Finn woman who had begged food of her she told her to take a magpie that was hanging in a cage and eat it if she was hungry. The Finn cast an ‘evil eye’ on the lady for this insult but took the bird away with her. Some time after the Swedish lady noticed that whenever she went out a magpie came hopping in front of her. This happened for some days running, and then the magpie was joined by a companion bird, and presently by a number. The lady began to get frightened, but the more she tried to get rid of these strange companions the more numerous they became. They perched on her shoulders, tugged at her dress, and pecked at her ankles. In despair she shut herself up indoors, but they remained outside, and as soon as the door was open in they hopped. At last she went to bed and had the shutters closed, and the magpies kept on tapping outside till she died.

     

    Blinding-white mallow and vanilla sandalwood streaked with indigo opium pod accord, velvet black violet petals, wild plum, and opoponax.

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  • WITCH-CURSED CASTLE

    Witch-Cursed Castle Perfume Oil

    You whom Haggard holds in thrall,
    Share his feast and share his fall.
    You shall see your fortune flower
    Till the torrent takes the tower.
    Yet none but one of Hagsgate town
    May bring the castle swirling down.

    Beyond the town, darker than dark, King Haggard’s castle teetered like a lunatic on stilts, and beyond the castle the sea slid. Drinn stopped him as he raised his glass. “Not that toast, my friend. Will you drink to a woe fifty years old? It is that long since our sorrow fell, when King Haggard built his castle by the sea.”

    “When the witch built it, I think.” Schmendrick wagged a finger at him. “Credit where it’s due, after all.”

    “Ah, you know that story,” Drinn said. “Then you must also know that Haggard refused to pay the witch when her task was completed.”

    The magician nodded. “Aye,” and she cursed him for his greed – cursed the castle, rather. “But what had that to do with Hagsgate? The town had done the witch no wrong.”

    “No,” Drinn replied. “But neither had it done her any good. She could not unmake the castle – or would not, for she fancied herself an artistic sort and boasted that her work was years ahead of its time. Anyway, she came to the elders of Hagsgate and demanded that they force Haggard to pay what was due her. ‘Look at me and see yourselves,’ she rasped. ‘That’s the true test of a town, or of a king. A lord who cheats an ugly old witch will cheat his own folk by and by. Stop him while you can, before you grow used to him.’” Drinn sipped his wine and thoughtfully filled Schmendrick’s glass once more.

    “Haggard paid her no money,” he went on, “and Hagsgate, alas, paid her no heed. She was treated politely and referred to the proper authorities, whereupon she flew into a fury and screamed that in our eagerness to make no enemies at all, we had now made two.” He paused, covering his eyes with lids so thin that Molly was sure he could see through them, like a bird. With his eyes closed, he said, “It was then that she cursed Haggard’s castle, and cursed our town as well. Thus his greed brought ruin upon us all.”

    In the sighing silence, Molly Grue’s voice came down like a hammer on a horseshoe, as though she were again berating poor Captain Cully. “Haggard’s less at fault than you yourselves,” she mocked the folk of Hagsgate, “for he was only one thief, and you were many. You earned your trouble by your own avarice, not your king’s.”

    Drinn opened his eyes and gave her an angry look. “We earned nothing,” he protested. “It was our parents and grandparents whom the witch asked for help, and I’ll grant you that they were as much to blame as Haggard, in their way. We would have handled the matter quite differently.” And every middle-aged face in the room scowled at every older face.

    One of the old men spoke up in a voice that wheezed and miaowed. “You would have done just as we did. There were crops to harvest and stock to tend, as there still are. There was Haggard to live with, as there still is. We know very well how you would have behaved. You are our children.

    Weed-strewn oak, opoponax, wet stone, creaking redwood, and desolate olibanum.

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    Witchblade Perfume Oil

    Antediluvian, sacred metal, glowing red musk, blessed frankincense, and antiqued amber.

    The Witchblade perfume was created to layer seamlessly with Sara Pezzini’s scent, and is made to be worn with all of the future Black Phoenix scents inspired by Witchblade wielders.

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    Witches Burn Back Perfume Oil

    Ancient, fossilized amber resins, ritual incense, witching herbs, and scorched linen enveloped in a darkly glowing halo of cinders and smoke.

    Proceeds from the sale of this scent are helping to fund Burned! Librarians tell a new colleague of the book that burned so many, using motion graphic animation for the true tale-within-a-tale, in this overdue dark comedic film where the witches get to burn back. A little Princess Bride, a dash of Drunk History, all to reclaim the narrative.

    Follow Burned on Instagram!

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    Witches for Harris & Walz Button

    Beth made some ridiculous yard signs for her house and a couple of people asked if we could make them into pins, so here you go! 

     

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  • WITCHES' CURRANT CAKE

    Witches’ Currant Cake Perfume Oil

    Red currant and rosewater gooseberry cake with a sugar-dusted gingerbread crumble topping.

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    Wolf Milk Perfume Oil

    Crunchy leaves, well-worn black leather, cardamom pod, moonlit yellow bergamot, woodmoss, molasses, and buttermilk.

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    Wolf Moon 2024 Perfume Oil

    A fable in scent: bone-white sandalwood aged with beeswax and balsam, crushed grass and juniper berries, ambrette seed, and lupine musk.

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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    Wolf Moon Sticker

    Show your lycanthrope solidarity! A 3” x 3” high-quality vinyl sticker for sticking on all stickable things.

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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    Wolf Moon: Balsam & Leather Perfume Oil

    2024’s duet scents are designed to flatter, compliment, or enhance different aspects of the Lunacy blend that they are born from. They can be worn alone or layered with their siblings and their parent Lunacy.

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    Wolf Moon: Beeswax & Pine Needle Perfume Oil

    2024’s duet scents are designed to flatter, compliment, or enhance different aspects of the Lunacy blend that they are born from. They can be worn alone or layered with their siblings and their parent Lunacy.

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    Wolf Moon: Grass & Moonlit Dew Perfume Oil

    2024’s duet scents are designed to flatter, compliment, or enhance different aspects of the Lunacy blend that they are born from. They can be worn alone or layered with their siblings and their parent Lunacy.

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    Wolf Moon: Green Fig & Cedar Perfume Oil

    2024’s duet scents are designed to flatter, compliment, or enhance different aspects of the Lunacy blend that they are born from. They can be worn alone or layered with their siblings and their parent Lunacy.

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  • Woman as Dragon Perfume Oil

    “The archaic mother – the mother who reproduces without male permission for her own satisfaction – is the least human of the female monsters because she poses the most profound existential threat… The Mother is female bodily self-determination, full-fledged and uncontrollable, out of the ocean and stomping skyscrapers, turning the male world to rubble. She is what happens when the Furies come home.”

    A fiery red musk with crushed ginger root, black upturned soil, dragon’s blood resin, clove bud, pink peppercorn, tobacco absolute, red amber, patchouli, black oud, blood-caked tar, vetiver, and cedar.

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  • Woman in Front of the Setting Sun

    Woman in Front of the Setting Sun Perfume Oil

    Caspar David Friedrich

    Five ambers fading in descending radiance.

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    Woman Putting on her Stocking Perfume Oil

    Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
    Skin musk and silk with a whisper of tonka, coffee bean, and russet amber.

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    Womb Furie Hair Gloss

    In the middle of the flanks of women lies the womb, a female viscus, closely resembling an animal; for it is moved of itself hither and thither in the flanks, also upwards in a direct line to below the cartilage of the thorax and also obliquely to the right or to the left, either to the liver or spleen; and it likewise is subject to falling downwards, and, in a word, it is altogether erratic. It delights, also, in fragrant smells, and advances towards them; and it has an aversion to fetid smells, and flees from them; and on the whole the womb is like an animal within an animal.

    – Aretaeus the Cappadocian

     

    Oh, that wily womb! Hippocrates and his followers considered the womb a mobile creature, causing mayhem as it writhed its way through a woman’s body. Sometimes this ornery organ, due to lack of sexual activity, would create conflicts within a woman’s system or would become blocked itself, causing anxiety, nervousness, water retention, and sleeplessness. With the assistance of doctors, nursemaids, hand tools, or, occasionally, self-manipulation, this vexing condition could be alleviated through hysterical paroxysms.

     

    Or, as we call it nowadays: orgasm.

     

    An itch that needs to be scratched: Snake Oil and three types of honey.

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    Womb Furie Perfume Oil

    In the middle of the flanks of women lies the womb, a female viscus, closely resembling an animal; for it is moved of itself hither and thither in the flanks, also upwards in a direct line to below the cartilage of the thorax and also obliquely to the right or to the left, either to the liver or spleen; and it likewise is subject to falling downwards, and, in a word, it is altogether erratic. It delights, also, in fragrant smells, and advances towards them; and it has an aversion to fetid smells, and flees from them; and on the whole the womb is like an animal within an animal.

    – Aretaeus the Cappadocian

     

    Oh, that wily womb! Hippocrates and his followers considered the womb a mobile creature, causing mayhem as it writhed its way through a woman’s body. Sometimes this ornery organ, due to lack of sexual activity, would create conflicts within a woman’s system or would become blocked itself, causing anxiety, nervousness, water retention, and sleeplessness. With the assistance of doctors, nursemaids, hand tools, or, occasionally, self-manipulation, this vexing condition could be alleviated through hysterical paroxysms.

     

    Or, as we call it nowadays: orgasm.

     

    An itch that needs to be scratched: Snake Oil and three types of honey.

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    Women of Leisure Perfume Oil

    Red currant, white honey, coconut milk, and amber.

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    Wooden Bullet Perfume Oil

    A .38 caliber bullet fashioned from cocobolo wood and brass.

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  • WOODEN DRAGON WEB 2024

    Wooden Dragon Perfume Oil

    A new year’s blessing! Peony, China’s national flower, with bamboo for flexibility, plum blossom for perseverance, courage, and hope, tangerine for wealth, orange for happiness, lychee for household peace, pine resin for constancy, golden kumquat and quince for prosperity, narcissus and King mandarin for good fortune, and peach blossom for longevity, with a splash of blazing red of dragon’s blood to help you scare away the rampaging Nian.

    Art by Zhou Xun

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  • Wooden Path in Autumn Perfume Oil

    Hans Andersen Brendekilde
    Rooibos tea, a scattering of russet leaves, maple sap, and the fast-fading scent of once-green grass.

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    Worm Moon 2024 Perfume Oil

    yoru hisokani

    mushi wa gekka no

    kuri o ugatsu

     

    in the moonlight

    a worm silently burrows 

    through a chestnut

    – Bashō

     

    A squiggle of red sandalwood and orris chomping into wild chestnuts, oak bark, and fig.

     

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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    Worm Moon Sticker

    He’s quite a catch. A 3” x 3” high-quality die-cut vinyl sticker for sticking on all stickable things.

     

    He’s quite a catch. A 3” x 3” high-quality die-cut vinyl sticker for sticking on all stickable things.

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  • Wrapped in Sable Garments Perfume Oil

    Cacao, smoked mahogany, tonka, sweet aged patchouli, and white sandalwood.

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    Wulric, The Wolfman Perfume Oil

    A lively tune is being played nearby; it is syncopated, a disjointed song, but perky and upbeat. As you turn to the next stage, you see the broad back and shaggy hair of the next performer. He is seated on a stool in front of a battered upright piano. Wire pokes out from holes in the back of the decrepit beechwood, and broken pinblocks are scattered on the floor. A bowl of glistening viscera has been plopped on a small end table next to the pianist. You can see that the ivory keys of the piano are smeared with blood. He pounds and tinkles the keys merrily, and laughs to himself. The man turns to the audience, and his unkempt russet hair, feral yellow eyes, wild balbo, and chin curtain beard betray his lycanthropic nature. He smiles widely, innocently, and waves his red-stained, black-clawed paw in a genial welcome. He bellows cheerfully, “Hi there! Make yourself comfortable! Don’t you look absolutely necrolishious! HA! HAHA! I just made that word up!” He laughs again, turns, and resumes playing the piano. The rambling tune picks up pace, and he plays with a showman’s flourish. The song slows as he chats with the audience from over his shoulder. “You know, my ex-girlfriend was a real handful, but really… I’ve never known a woman that was as tender as she was. She was all gushy, and well… to be honest, she just fell to pieces for me. Eventually, things ran their course… three courses, really… and, as they say, nothing lasts forever. But I’ll always have a piece of her, here… close to my heart.” He chuckles, and pats the chest of his patchwork overcoat.

    In the distance, possibly from Meskhenet’s stage, you hear one of the phantom musicians give Wulric a gratuitous rim shot.

    Friendly, charming, and cuddly, but possessing one hell of a mean streak: cocoa absolute, French vanilla, birch tar, lavender, bourbon vetiver, wild musk, cardamom husk, clary sage, and cistus.

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    X. The Wheel of Fortune Perfume Oil

    What did you do with the doctor? she asked, and laughed. I thought the Doctor came in here ten minutes ago.

    I’m sorry, I said. I was hungry.

    And we both laughed.

    I’ll go find her for you, she said.

    I sat in the doctor’s office, picking my teeth. After a while the assistant came back.

    I’m sorry, she said. The doctor must have stepped out for a while. Can I make an appointment for you for next week?

    I shook my head. I’ll call, I said. But, for the first time that day, I was not telling the truth.

    An antiseptic white scent, splattered with blood.

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    Xanthe, the Weeping Clown Perfume Oil

    From the corner of your eye, you see what seems to be a swirl of pale, translucent spirits. Ghostly in form, their faces are masks of pain and fury. Their insubstantial bodies churn and roil around a hissing, wailing clown. Her greasepaint is smeared with tears, and her fanged crimson mouth is turned down in a vicious scowl while blood drips from her lips. Her costume is torn and threadbare, and a steel-bright glint around her waist draws your eyes to an arsenal of razors, knives, and cleavers hanging from her belt. She swats futilely at the spirits as she shoves and scratches her way through the crowd.

    Guava, orange peel, white pepper, spun sugar and apple blossom.

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  • XXX Means Kisses Perfume Oil

    “Life imitates bad art.”

    A rare portrait of innocence and integrity amidst the corruption of Caligari’s asylum. Tart hibiscus, skin musk, shea, and the faintest whiff of nicotine.

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  • Yabluchnyk Perfume Oil

    A Ukrainian cinnamon apple cake with brown sugar. My grandmother’s yabluchnyk contained black cherries and peaches, so that’s what you’re getting here, too.

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  • YOU ARE MINE, YOU SHALL BE MINE, YOU AND I ARE ONE FOR EVER

    You Are Mine, You Shall Be Mine, You and I Are One for Ever Perfume Oil

    Sometimes after an hour of apathy, my strange and beautiful companion would take my hand and hold it with a fond pressure, renewed again and again; blushing softly, gazing in my face with languid and burning eyes, and breathing so fast that her dress rose and fell with the tumultuous respiration. It was like the ardor of a lover; it embarrassed me; it was hateful and yet over-powering; and with gloating eyes she drew me to her, and her hot lips traveled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, “You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one for ever.”


    The consuming intensity of a passion that claims body and soul, blurring the boundaries between longing and obsession, lust and loathing. Ylang ylang and clove evoke the heat of skin against skin, bruised by bittersweet blackcurrant honey kisses.

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    You Get What Anybody Gets – You Get a Lifetime Perfume Oil

    An unimaginably ancient scent, older than time. The gentle, fluttering embrace of oblivion: myrrh and blackened champaca blossom, attar of oudh, black amber, Casmir wood, and dried fig.

    Words by Neil Gaiman, art by David Mack.

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  • You May House Their Bodies But Not Their Souls Perfume Oil

    You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
    For they have their own thoughts.
    You may house their bodies but not their souls,
    For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
    You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
    For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
    You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
    The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
    Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
    For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

    A woody, deep patchouli with bourbon vanilla, rich amber, and soft golden skin musk.

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  • Young Pilgrim Girl Perfume Oil

    Alexis Grimou

    Black silk and crisp linen, polished abalone, wildflower honey, jasmine milk, and rose-touched sweet cream.

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  • Yukikeisetsu Perfume Oil

    Sesshu Toyo

    Frost-tipped hinoki, balsam, frangipani, white tea, ho wood, and honey.

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    Yurei Perfume Oil

    The most fearsome of Kaidan’s conjured warriors, his sword can shear through anything — or anyone.

    White tea, hibiscus, Arabian sandalwood, white amber, ho leaf, pale Japanese flowers, and vetiver.

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    Zarita, The Doll Girl Perfume Oil

    A tiny woman stands in the center of the stage, the perfect woman in miniature, her copper hair bouncing in elegant curls. She is surrounded on all sides by a necropolis of maimed, mutilated stuffed animals, decapitated fashion dolls, and eviscerated wooden figures. It is a strangely ghastly tableau: the disemboweled toys ooze fiberfill, batting, and sawdust from their gaping wounds. In one dainty hand she clutches a shard of glass, and in the other she nimbly twirls a razor blade. Her face is twisted in a grimace of mad ferocity, and she hisses as she brandishes her makeshift weapons at you. “Play with me?” she growls.

    Soft, yet sociopathic: white carnation, iris, orange blossom, poisonous pale white berries, and sugared cream.

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    Zechariah 7:9-10 Perfume Oil

    Thus says the Lord of hosts: Render true judgments, show kindness and mercy to one another; do not oppress the widow, the orphan, the alien, or the poor; and do not devise evil in your hearts against one another.

    White magnolia blossom, champaca, and red oudh.

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    Zenith Nail Polish

    Red-based purple linear holographic filled with holo microflake and sparks of rose.

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  • ZIMA V LESE

    Zima V Lese Perfume Oil

    Eduard Hein

    Iced birch, arching aspen branches, evergreen needles, snow-covered stone, and warm, iridescent amber.

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    Zombie Milk Perfume Oil

    Grave-dry rice milk, black moss, hemp fibers, bone-white sandalwood and orris root, and bog osmanthus.

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    Zorya Polunochnaya Nail Polish

    Midnight blue holographic with starfire blue and gold micro flake.

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    Zorya Polunochnaya Perfume Oil

    Her hair was pale and colorless in the moon’s thin light. She wore a white cotton nightgown, with a high lace neck and a hem that swept the ground. Shadow sat up, entirely awake. “You are Zorya Polu . . . ,” he hesitated. “The sister who was asleep.”

    “I am Zorya Polunochnaya, yes. And you are called Shadow, yes? That was what Zorya Vechernyaya told me, when I woke.”

    “Yes. What were you looking at, out there?”

    She looked at him, then she beckoned him to join her by the window. She turned her back while he pulled on his jeans. He walked over to her. It seemed a long walk, for such a small room.

    He could not tell her age. Her skin was unlined, her eyes were dark, her lashes were long, her hair was to her waist and white. The moonlight drained colors into ghosts of themselves. She was taller than either of her sisters.

    She pointed up into the night sky. “I was looking at that,” she said, pointing to the Big Dipper. “See?”

    “Ursa Major,” he said. “The Great Bear.”

    “That is one way of looking at it,” she said. “But it is not the way from where I come from. I am going to sit on the roof. Would you like to come with me?”

     

    Pale amber and ambergris, gossamer vanilla, moonflower, and white tobacco petals.

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    Zorya Utrennyaya Perfume Oil

    “Why you are standing at the door?” asked a woman’s voice. Shadow looked over Czernobog’s shoulder, at the old woman standing behind him. She was smaller and frailer than her sister, but her hair was long and still golden. “I am Zorya Utrennyaya,” she said. “You must not stand there in the hall. You must go in, sit down. I will bring you coffee.”

     

    Sweet black coffee and a touch of ambrette seed.

     

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    Zorya Vechernyaya Perfume Oil

    “You see, I am the only one of us who brings in any money. The other two cannot make money fortune-telling. This is because they only tell the truth, and the truth is not what people want to hear. It is a bad thing, and it troubles people, so they do not come back. But I can lie to them, tell them what they want to hear. So I bring home the bread.”

    Red musk and wild plum, orange blossom and jasmine, juniper berries, sweet incense and vetiver-laced sandalwood.

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