Lupercalia Hair Gloss
Alleviate the Frenzy Hair GlossOut of Stock
Nor should you wonder at all these things which are natural to women, and are particularly expected of the condition of virgins; because of retention of the sexual fluid, the heart and surrounding areas are enveloped in a morbid and moist exudation: this is especially true of the more lascivious females, inclined to venery, passionate women who are most eager to experience physical pleasure; if she is of this type she cannot ever be relieved by any aid except that of her parents who are advised to find her a husband. Having done so the man’s strong and vigorous intercourse alleviated the frenzy. She married an energetic young man, who, having discharged his marital responsibilities with vigor, she took to this with enthusiasm; under this appropriate treatment she flourished, revived, bloomed with the rosy shade of well-being, and was entirely restored to health.
– Zacutus Lusitanus, Praxis Medica Admiranda, 1637
Lascivious females! Are you suffering from morbid, moist exudations? Restore your health and the rosy glow of well-being! Heady peach musk aglow with sugared amber.
Bright Red Dildo Hair GlossOut of Stock
I beg you, don’t lie, dear Coritto: Who was the Man who stitched for you this bright red dildo?
I don’t know if Cerdon is from Chios or Erythrae; bald, small – you’d call him a right ‘Mr. Tradesman’. You’ll think you’re seeing the handiwork of Athena herself not Cerdon’s.
I – for he arrived bringing two, Metro – at the sight of them – well my eyes bulged; men can’t make their rods as rigid as this – we are alone and can be frank – and not only that, these are as soft as sleep; and the little leather straps are as soft as wool, not like leather straps at all. A kinder cobbler to a woman you’ll not find – even by putting-out.
Why then did you not take the other one as well?
What didn’t I do, Metro? What sort of means of persuasion did I not apply him? Kissing him, stroking his bald head, pouring out a sweet drink for him, calling him by a pet name, giving him all by my body to enjoy.
If he asked even that you ought to have given him it.
Red leather and honey.
Elizabeth of Bohemia Hair GlossOut of Stock
You meaner beauties of the night,
That poorly satisfy our eyes
More by your number than your light,
You common people of the skies;
What are you when the moon shall rise?
You curious chanters of the wood,
That warble forth Dame Nature’s lays,
Thinking your passions understood
By your weak accents; what’s your praise
When Philomel her voice shall raise?
You violets that first appear,
By your purple mantles known
Like the proud virgins of the year,
As if the spring were all your own;
What are you when the rose is blown?
So, when my mistress shall be seen
In form and beauty of her mind,
By virtue first, then choice, a Queen,
Tell me, if she were not design’d
Th’eclipse and glory of her kind?
– Sir Henry Wotton
Incomparable loveliness: the perfect rose oude.
Hotaru No Yu Hair GlossOut of Stock
Shall we die?
You whispered to me
At the night of firefly.
– Suzuki Masajo
A soft glow illuminating the dusk: a somber variegated sunset sky of deep lilac, moonlit jasmine, and honeysuckle, the scent of damp grass, and a glimmer of pale amber.
Neko No Koi Hair GlossOut of Stock
The gracefulness of
The cat’s love.
– Ochi Etsujin
Honey-dusted amber, tonka bean, and clove.
Smut Hair GlossOut of Stock
Three swarthy, smutty musks sweetened with sugar and woozy with dark booze notes.
Snake’s Kiss Hair GlossOut of Stock
And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid,
But even so, honoured still more
That he should seek my hospitality
From out the dark door of the secret earth.
Snake Oil with sugar, honeycomb, and thick vanilla cream.
Why I Love Thee? Hair GlossOut of Stock
Why I love thee?
Ask why the seawind wanders,
Why the shore is aflush with the tide,
Why the moon through heaven meanders;
Like seafaring ships that ride;
On a sullen, motionless deep;
Why the seabirds are fluttering the strand;
Where the waves sing themselves to sleep;
And starshine lives in the curves of the sand!
– Sadakichi Hartmann
Moonlit white musk, French cade, purple oud, and deep indigo lavender buds salted on a sea breeze.