Halloween Hair Gloss

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    Flor de Muerto Hair Gloss

    The orange marigold, or zempasuchitl, has been one of Death’s symbols since the pre-Columbian era. The yellow and orange petals are believed to represent the rays of the sun, bringing joy and light to the souls dwelling in the realm of the dead. These flowers surround Day of the Dead altars to guide the spirits to their offerings.

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    Pomegranate Smoke Hair Gloss

    A scent for in-between times and in-between spaces: blackened pomegranate, myrrh, opoponax, cypress, black oud, and 9-year aged patchouli.

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    Pumpkin Cheesecake Hair Gloss

    Graham crackery and cream cheesy! Cinnamon brown sugary! Just a little carroty!

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    Pumpkin Gloss Hair Gloss

    A highly-polished pumpkin sheen: white musk, lemon peel, a splash of pumpkin chypre, and a pile of pumpkin guts.

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    Pumpkin Seed and Terebinth Pitch Hair Gloss

    Toasted pumpkin seeds and thick, smoky rosin.

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    Samhain Hair Gloss

    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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    The Hag Hair Gloss

    The Hag is astride,
    This night for to ride;
    The Devill and shee together:
    Through thick, and through thin,
    Now out, and then in,
    Though ne’r so foule be the weather.

    A Thorn or a Burr
    She takes for a Spurre:
    With a lash of a Bramble she rides now,
    Through Brakes and through Bryars,
    O’re Ditches, and Mires,
    She followes the Spirit that guides now.

    No Beast, for his food,
    Dares now range the wood;
    But husht in his laire he lies lurking:
    While mischiefs, by these,
    On Land and on Seas,
    At noone of Night are working,

    The storme will arise,
    And trouble the skies;
    This night, and more for the wonder,
    The ghost from the Tomb
    Affrighted shall come,
    Cal’d out by the clap of the Thunder.

    Black musk, bay leaves, galangal, bourbon vetiver, blackcurrant, and rum.

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