Yule 2023
A season of celebration hardly seems attainable at the moment, and yet perhaps that’s exactly what we need: an external source of joy and excuses to gather together, offsetting the dreadful uncertainty that has settled in ahead of the bone-deep chill of winter.
Never fear, this year’s Yule offerings are replete with the treats, tales, and fancies you have come to expect from us when the sunlight grows scarce. And because the days have been particularly dark as of late, we’ve also launched a series of fundraiser scents benefiting World Central Kitchen, a trusted organization which is supplying emergency humanitarian aid in places like Gaza where the bombardment of critical infrastructure is leaving people without basics such as food and water. You may donate directly here: https://wck.org/
It’s often said that what we give to others comes back to us in one way or another; it’s impossible to know whether that’s true, or if it even matters. What matters most is that year after grueling year, we all keep turning ourselves inside out searching for evidence that the spirit of generosity still persists — and whether it was there all along, or is summoned as a result of such strenuous searching, we end up reunited with it, receiving the natural blessings that it confers.
Receiving generosity isn’t easy either, and it can be especially hard to feel worthy of pleasure and contentment and at a time when so many are left without such basic human comforts. Our wish for everyone this year is that your spirits will be buoyed by opportunities for communal exchange, that your hearts will be warmed by proximity to goodness and safety, and that you will not refuse these consolations purely on ascetic principle. Accepting one’s deserved sense of connection and celebration is part of how we embody the enduring soul of hope — which very much belongs in each of us, regardless of how dire the news may be at any given moment.
So pull up a chair near our fireplace (set just off the Lavender Kitchen) and get cozy. Your anxieties are welcome here, but not needed; your contributions are appreciated, but not expected. Have some gingerbread! You don’t even have to help with the dishes, because none of this is entirely real… but isn’t it interesting how tangible these comforts can seem? And how much more motivated we are in our daily struggles, when we don’t feel like we must conquer them alone?
May you know such peace. May it gradually proliferate throughout the world.
A season of celebration hardly seems attainable at the moment, and yet perhaps that’s exactly what we need: an external source of joy and excuses to gather together, offsetting the dreadful uncertainty that has settled in ahead of the bone-deep chill of winter.
Never fear, this year’s Yule offerings are replete with the treats, tales, and fancies you have come to expect from us when the sunlight grows scarce. And because the days have been particularly dark as of late, we’ve also launched a series of fundraiser scents benefiting World Central Kitchen, a trusted organization which is supplying emergency humanitarian aid in places like Gaza where the bombardment of critical infrastructure is leaving people without basics such as food and water. You may donate directly here: https://wck.org/
It’s often said that what we give to others comes back to us in one way or another; it’s impossible to know whether that’s true, or if it even matters. What matters most is that year after grueling year, we all keep turning ourselves inside out searching for evidence that the spirit of generosity still persists — and whether it was there all along, or is summoned as a result of such strenuous searching, we end up reunited with it, receiving the natural blessings that it confers.
Receiving generosity isn’t easy either, and it can be especially hard to feel worthy of pleasure and contentment and at a time when so many are left without such basic human comforts. Our wish for everyone this year is that your spirits will be buoyed by opportunities for communal exchange, that your hearts will be warmed by proximity to goodness and safety, and that you will not refuse these consolations purely on ascetic principle. Accepting one’s deserved sense of connection and celebration is part of how we embody the enduring soul of hope — which very much belongs in each of us, regardless of how dire the news may be at any given moment.
So pull up a chair near our fireplace (set just off the Lavender Kitchen) and get cozy. Your anxieties are welcome here, but not needed; your contributions are appreciated, but not expected. Have some gingerbread! You don’t even have to help with the dishes, because none of this is entirely real… but isn’t it interesting how tangible these comforts can seem? And how much more motivated we are in our daily struggles, when we don’t feel like we must conquer them alone?
May you know such peace. May it gradually proliferate throughout the world.
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A Doll’s Doll Perfume Oil
Add to cartSomething 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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Black Julbocken Alchemy Lab Perfume Oil
Add to cartOur 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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Blackberry Apple Sufganiyot Perfume Oil
Add to cartSugar-sprinkled sufganiyot filled with blackberry jelly and spiced roasted apple.
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Blizzard Perfume Oil
Add to cartSnow:
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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Hard Luck Lollipop Perfume Oil
Add to cartEach 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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Hearth Perfume Oil
Add to cartSweet pipe tobacco, cherry wood, the warm, worn leather of an easy chair and a pleasant, subtle waft of fireplace smoke.
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Hildegard’s Cakes of Joy Perfume Oil
Add to cartNutmeg (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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Hymn to St. Brigid Perfume Oil
Add to cartFar 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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Krampus Perfume Oil
Add to cartHappy 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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Mari Lwyd Perfume Oil
Add to cartAn 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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Midnight Mass Perfume Oil
Add to cartI 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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Puff Pastry Apple Roses Perfume Oil
Add to cartA 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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Red Velvet Tuxedo Perfume Oil
Add to cartA 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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Rose Red Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe perfected winter rose, dew covered and freshly cut.
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Slug Perfume Oil
Add to cartA 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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Snake Oil Hot Toddy Perfume Oil
Add to cartBPAL’s perennial favorite, Snake Oil, soaked in whiskey, honey, and a twist of lemon.
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Snow White Perfume Oil
Add to cartA chilly, bright perfume: flurries of virgin snow, crisp winter wind and the faintest breath of night-blooming flowers.
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The Peacock Queen Perfume Oil
Add to cartIn 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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The Picture of Dorian Sufganiyot Perfume Oil
Add to cartIt 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 Perfume Oil
Add to cartA perfume simply inspired by a vintage Christmas postcard. Rose cream, jasmine cream, mallow, vanilla foam, and sweet amber.
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To a Wreath of Snow Perfume Oil
Add to cartO 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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Vintage Candy Garland Blow Mold Perfume Oil
Add to cartThis 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 Mrs. Clause Blow Mold Perfume Oil
Add to cartA 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 Snowman Blow Mold Perfume Oil
Add to cartHe’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 Perfume Oil
Add to cartA sun-faded plasticky shell of lemony gold, frankincense, and myrrh, illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.
Yule 2023 - Carved Wooden Holiday Village 2023
Lift the box down from its shelf, gently unwrap the tissue paper, arrange everything just so. You now preside godlike over your very own simulacrum of holiday cheer!
What fate awaits the fictitious revelers in your care? Can they feel the warmth of your kindly attention, the indolent chill of your disdain? Have they any respect for the precarious nature of their reality, the lowliness and relative simplicity of their station in the extended microcosm? Or will they alleviate their existential crisis by gazing further inward, laying out a smaller carved village of their own, accessing elusive forms of coziness on a miniature scale?
No judgment, we get it. Tiny shit is so cute!
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Carved Wooden Alchemical Laboratory Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe 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 Perfume Oil
Add to cartBe 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 Perfume Oil
Add to cartMany 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 Perfume Oil
Add to cartLet 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 Post Office Perfume Oil
Add to cartWe 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.
Yule 2023 - Gingerbread Cotillion 2023
Now you shall hear a story that somebody’s great-great-grandmother told a little girl ever so many years ago:
There was once a little old man and a little old woman, who lived in a little old house in the edge of a wood. They would have been a very happy old couple but for one thing — they had no little child, and they wished for one very much. One day, when the little old woman was baking gingerbread, she cut a cake in the shape of a little boy, and put it into the oven.
Presently she went to the oven to see if it was baked. As soon as the oven door was opened, the little gingerbread boy jumped out, and began to run away as fast as he could go.
The little old woman called her husband, and they both ran after him. But they could not catch him. And soon the gingerbread boy came to a barn full of threshers. He called out to them as he went by, saying:
I’ve run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
And I can run away from you, I can!
Then the barn full of threshers set out to run after him. But, though they ran fast, they could not catch him. And he ran on till he came to a field full of mowers. He called out to them:
I’ve run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
A barn full of threshers,
And I can run away from you, I can!
Then the mowers began to run after him, but they couldn’t catch him. And he ran on till he came to a cow. He called out to her:
I’ve run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
A barn full of threshers,
A field full of mowers,
And I can run away from you, I can!
But, though the cow started at once, she couldn’t catch him. And soon he came to a pig. He called out to the pig:
I’ve run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
A barn full of threshers,
A field full of mowers,
A cow,
And I can run away from you, I can!
But the pig ran, and couldn’t catch him. And he ran till he came across a fox, and to him he called out:
I’ve run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
A barn full of threshers,
A field full of mowers,
A cow and a pig,
And I can run away from you, I can!
Then the fox set out to run. Now foxes can run very fast, and so the fox soon caught the gingerbread boy and began to eat him up.
Presently the gingerbread boy said, “Oh dear! I’m quarter gone!” And then, “Oh, I’m half gone!” And soon, “I’m three-quarters gone!” And at last, “I’m all gone!” and never spoke again.
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Gingerbread & Leather Perfume Oil
Add to cartThey ride again! Black leather, gingerbread, clove, and tobacco.
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Gingerbread Ghost Perfume Oil
Add to cartAn otherworldly snack: gingerbread twisted in ivy and chilled by white iris, osmanthus, calla lily, gladiolus, lisianthus, and delphinium.
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Gingerbread London Fog Perfume Oil
Add to cartSteeped a bit too long because I wandered off and forgot about it.
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Gingerbread Snek Perfume Oil
Add to cartGingerbread thickened with molasses and patchouli, spiced with Snake oil, and frosted with sugared vanilla bean.
Yule 2023 - Grove of Pomegranates 2023
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About the pomegranate I must say nothing, for its story is something of a mystery.
– Pausanias
Yule 2023 - Holiday Vice Duets
Happy holidays, indeed.
Yule 2023 - Nourishment Wherever Needed
As a small business we can’t be everywhere, speak for everyone, or do more than we can possibly do. But one small thing we can do right now is direct funds where they are most sorely needed, and we trust World Central Kitchen to help alleviate suffering by providing meals in response to humanitarian crises.
Everything above the cost of production will be donated; to donate to them directly, or for updates on their current work in Gaza and Israel, visit here: https://wck.org/
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Carrotberry Pie Perfume Oil
Add to cartA surprisingly delightful blend of blackberries, cranberries, carrots, and pumpkin mash.
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Coffee Cream Pie Perfume Oil
Add to cartA lightly jiggling glop of cold brew, vanilla pudding, dark chocolate, and crushed chocolate cream cookies.
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Grasshopper Pie Perfume Oil
Add to cartA minty mousse of creme de menthe, creme de cacao, marshmallow fluff, and whipped cream in a chocolate graham cracker crust.
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Pumpkin Gingerbread Creme Brulee Pie Perfume Oil
Add to cartScorched pumpkin creme brulee in a gingerbread crust.
Yule 2023 - Santa Doesn’t Need Your Help 2023
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
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Santa Doesn’t Need Your Help Perfume Oil
Add to cartA calming, affirming fragrance to help motivate Santa through the daunting tasks which await him year after year: sugar plum lavender marshmallows.
Yule 2023 - Snow on Snow, Snow on Snow
When the wicked woman returned home she went to her mirror and asked:
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who in this land is fairest of all?
The mirror answered once again:
You, my queen, are fair; it is true.
But Snow-White, beyond the mountains
With the seven dwarfs,
Is still a thousand times fairer than you.
When she heard that, all her blood ran to her heart because she knew that Snow-White had come back to life.
The Peacock Queen will not be pleased! Not only is Snow White still alive, but she has invaded the BPAL general catalog, and she’s hurling flurries of winter beauty wherever she goes.
Illustration by Arthur Rackham.
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Skogtroll Perfume Oil
Add to cartOur 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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Slushy Snowballs Perfume Oil
Add to cartChilly vanilla frankincense snowballs polluted with raw cacao, labdanum, and myrrh.
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Snow Lotus Perfume Oil
Add to cartFrost-blue lotus petal, lotus root, amber, myrrh, and black sandalwood.
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Snow Snake 2023 Perfume Oil
Add to cartA chilly interpretation of BPAL’s Snake Oil: sweet, spiced musk with a crunch of snow and frost-hardened patchouli.
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Snow-Covered Cathedral Perfume Oil
Add to cartEcclesiastical incense wafting behind candlelit stained glass and icicles thrusting from stone archways.
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Snowbound Perfume Oil
Add to cartBlack Phoenix’s rapturous blend of three roses, radiant amber, and sensual red musk strapped in leather and covered in snow.
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Yule 2023 - The Lavender Kitchen
In the last hour before waking, we dream of a fey place where aromatic fantasies end up pressed between pastry sheets, distilled into rich, oily tinctures, or salted and stashed away for future use.
It’s a place of labor, a place of love; among these jets of steam, puddles of batter, and piles of dishes, we anticipate the arrival of those depending on us for succor and sustenance. We dream so redolently of love that a trail of fragrant crumbs is scattered across our waking life — one which, in quiet moments, can be followed back to this lively place, bluely infused with evidence of our own belonging, stocked with all the tools and ingredients necessary to bestow this feeling upon others… who should be arriving any moment now.
Welcome to this tiny corner of our dream home, the Lavender Kitchen.
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Lavender Brownie Perfume Oil
Add to cartA chewy-edged brownie that gently bites back, studded with cacao nibs and lavender baking morsels
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Lavender Coconut Cream Pie Perfume Oil
Add to cartBillows of lavender-tinged whipped cream luxuriating on a silky bed of coconut custard.
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Lavender Earl Grey Cookies Perfume Oil
Add to cartA bitter, tea-stained ache soothed by softly herbaceous sugar cookies.
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Lavender Honey Cake Perfume Oil
Add to cartEvery 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 Lemon Bar Perfume Oil
Add to cartRibbons of thick curd cooling in a crust flecked with crystallized purple buds.
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Lavender Plum Galette Perfume Oil
Add to cartA 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 Rosemary Baguette Perfume Oil
Add to cartPerfectly crusty and yeasty with a pillowy-soft interior, sprinkled with lavender sea salt and brushed with herbed olive oil.