November: Winter Tightens Its Grip
I have come to regard November as the older, harder man’s October. I appreciate the early darkness and cooler temperatures. It puts my mind in a different place than October. It is a month for a quieter, slightly more subdued celebration of summer’s death as winter tightens its grip.
– Henry Rollins
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Death: My Irony Surpasses All Others!
Out of StockOdilon Redon
An inky, desolate, unfathomable black musk. -
Evening Reading Perfume Oil
Out of StockGeorge Pauli
Soft leather and aged paper, linen sheets, lamp oil, lavender sachets, a splash of rosewater, and a faint tendril of fading hearthsmoke. -
In the Studio Perfume Oil
Out of StockAlfred Holst Tourrier
Oil paint, turpentine, dusty wood planks, and pipe smoke streaming through pale amber sunbeams.
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The Contemplator Perfume Oil
Out of StockEugène Carrière
A soft, warm, meditative blend of balsam tolu, tonka absolute, vetiver, bourbon vanilla, palo santo, sandalwood, and Indonesian teak.