Lupercalia 2024
To be protected by the toughness and durability of love, while remaining connected to its rawness and tenderness… that is the sacred quest, is it not? And yet, so often it seems like we’re only capable of feeling one of these things at a time.
This makes sense when you remember that the heart’s chambers don’t beat in unison. They work in concert, though each has its own function. We experience wholeness and disparity in every instant — built for regularity but easily lured into quickening, prone to delirious nonsensical spasms.
Eros is a deep well that we never fully crawl out of; our amphibious nature prevents us from straying too far from the muck. We dive even further into it during Lupercalia season, probing for new undercurrents and fresh gouts of color, searching the slippery crevices between stones for the source of that beastly nature which is never fully dormant and guides our hands (sometimes roughly, sometimes gently) all year long.
Searching is finding. A grasping hand is its own prayer, an artistic statement in itself. A solitary sigh is still part of humankind’s collective song, and the sighs of two or more lovers are its chorus. The parts of us that sprout into full view are just a tiny part of the tale; to get the whole story, one must dig deeper and nestle among the swollen roots.
Historically Lupercalia is a celebration of lustful, drunken madness. You’ll find plenty of the usual examples among this season’s collection, but it can take surprising forms. The HEART BEET scent which provided a visual centerpiece for the launch presents vitally organic forms which are anything but bloodless; the relative chastity of treats like PISTACHIO AMBROSIA belie an erotic arrogance. And of course, our annual exploration of historical Shunga artworks is unparalleled in its frankness while still making a case for the simplicity and innocence of desire — perhaps our most natural state.
So climb into the well with us, or mash yourself against the earth and join us for a lovely slither among the stalks and tubers. Latch greedily onto whatever sparkles, and if a spirit takes hold of you, perhaps you’ll be moved to grasp it right back. In the memorable words of Tom Robbins: “Breathe properly. Stay curious. And eat your beets.”
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Box of Chocolates 2024
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For Entertainment Purposes Only
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Lupercalia 2024 Hair Gloss & Beard Oil
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Our Lady of Pain 2024
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The Amphibian's Lapidary
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A Twilight Where Virtues are Vice Perfume Oil
Out of StockIn 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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Absurd Suggestive Card Game 2024 Perfume Oil
Out of StockWhen you need a change of pace from Strip Twister: lemon candies, orange suckers, and strawberry sugar.
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Dried is the Blood of Thy Lover Perfume Oil
Out of StockWhat 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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Dubious Ginseng Formula 2024 Perfume Oil
Out of StockResults not guaranteed. Ginseng root, crushed ginger, damiana essence, cubeb berries, and horny goat weed accord.
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Edible G-String 2024 Perfume Oil
Out of StockSnap! Snap! Sugar crystals and tart candies with a splash of red musk.
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Edible Panties Perfume Oil
Out of StockBasically fruit roll-ups for your naughty bits: wild cherry and sugared up strawberry with hot pink peppercorn.
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Equestrienne Hair Gloss
Out of StockBlood red velvet, a crack of polished leather, rosewater, and brandy
Illustration: vintage Moulin Rouge cabinet card. -
Fancy Pups Beard Oil
Out of StockI 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
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Fancy Pups Perfume Oil
Out of StockI 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
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Feed Me and Fill Me With Pleasure Perfume Oil
Out of StockFor 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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Fierce Midnights and Famishing Morrows Perfume Oil
Out of StockSeven 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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Forgive Us Our Virtues, Forgive Us Perfume Oil
Out of StockWho 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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French Tickler Perfume Oil
Out of StockSpiked for your pleasure: protrusions of pomegranate and pink peppercorn.
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Green Maraschino Perfume Oil
Out of StockUnnaturally 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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Hair Loosened and Soiled in Mid Orgies Perfume Oil
Out of StockAll 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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Heart Beet Perfume Oil
Out of StockI 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
Out of StockNo 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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House of Unquenchable Fire Perfume Oil
Out of StockO 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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Implacable Beautiful Tyrant Perfume Oil
Out of StockWhen, 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 Perfume Oil
Out of StockThou 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 the Darkness They Murmured and Mingled Perfume Oil
Out of StockAnd 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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Lips Full of Lust and Laughter Perfume Oil
Out of StockO 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
Out of StockThou 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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Madrigal Perfume Oil
Out of StockVous me baisez comme une soeur:
Ces baisers sont pleins de douceur;
Mais souffrez que je les condamne.
Je ne suis qu’un mortel, ô[ô] 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. -
Melon Cream Cake Perfume Oil
Out of StockWhipped cream squished between luscious layers of pale green sponge, topped with hunks of syrup-glazed honeydew.
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O Daughter of Death and Priapus Perfume Oil
Out of StockThey 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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Our Lady of Pain Perfume Oil
Out of StockCold 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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Pink Fuzzy Handcuffs 2024 Perfume Oil
Out of StockIt’s not quite as fun when you lose the key. Pink cotton candy, candied rose, and vanilla sugar.
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Pistachio Ambrosia Perfume Oil
Out of StockA whipped green dream, pale and pillowy with multicolored mini marshmallows, densely studded with bits of pineapple, mandarin, and shredded coconut.
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Poet’s Hearts Break So Perfume Oil
Out of StockWell, 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. -
Poppies Perfume Oil
Out of StockLilies, 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
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Quicken the Soul Through the Blood Perfume Oil
Out of StockThou 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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Rose Petals, Marshmallows, and Afterglow Hair Gloss
Out of StockA sweet, sexy scent for when you want to get some, just finished getting some, or want to smell like you got some.
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Roses, Pearls, and Amethysts Perfume Oil
Out of StockWhite rose and hothouse orchids with honey musk, wild plum, black patchouli, and geranium.
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Roses, Pearls, and Emeralds Perfume Oil
Out of StockRose sap, gleaming ivy, orris root, sweet oakmoss, pine needle, lime rind, and juniper.
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Roses, Pearls, and Onyx Perfume Oil
Out of StockBlack roses, Pashmina oud, clove bud, opoponax, kyphi smoke, tobacco absolute, and orris butter.
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Roses, Pearls, and Sapphires Perfume Oil
Out of StockLavender rose petals, coconut husk, cerulean blue musk, agave, and blueberry resin.
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Sister Death Perfume Oil
Out of StockMy 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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Smut Perfume Oil
Out of StockWe are the smuttiest. Three swarthy, smutty musks sweetened with sugar and woozy with dark booze notes.
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The Desire of Thy Furious Embraces Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe 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 Froth of the Serpents of Pleasure Perfume Oil
Out of StockAll 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 Lilies and Languors of Virtue Perfume Oil
Out of StockCould 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 Raptures and Roses of Vice Perfume Oil
Out of StockCould 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 Serpent in the Carnations Perfume Oil
Out of StockSnake Oil-soaked carnation petals, spiked with a dash of clove and allspice.
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The Serpent in the Roses Perfume Oil
Out of StockSnake Oil dribbling across a cluster of amber-flecked, blackened rose petals.
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The Shrine Where Sin is a Prayer Perfume Oil
Out of StockI 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 Thirst of Unbearable Things Perfume Oil
Out of StockBy 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 Worm Shall Revive Thee with Kisses Perfume Oil
Out of StockBut 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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There Yet Shall Be Sorrows Perfume Oil
Out of StockIn 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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Vibrating Motel Bed Perfume Oil
Out of StockIt’ll rattle your teeth more than it rattles your junk: fizzy champagne, orange blossom absolute, Italian bergamot, and dry vanilla.
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Video Head Cleaner Perfume Oil
Out of Stock“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.) -
When Thy Will Stung the World into Strife Perfume Oil
Out of StockDost 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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Womb Furie Hair Gloss
Out of StockIn 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
Out of StockIn 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.