Activism
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A Hymn to the Evening Perfume Oil
Add to cartPhillis Wheatley
Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main
The pealing thunder shook the heav’nly plain;
Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr’s wing,
Exhales the incense of the blooming spring.
Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes,
And through the air their mingled music floats.
Through all the heav’ns what beauteous dies are spread!
But the west glories in the deepest red:
So may our breasts with ev’ry virtue glow,
The living temples of our God below!
Fill’d with the praise of him who gives the light,
And draws the sable curtains of the night,
Let placid slumbers sooth each weary mind,
At morn to wake more heav’nly, more refin’d;
So shall the labours of the day begin
More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin.
Night’s leaden sceptre seals my drowsy eyes,
Then cease, my song, till fair Aurora rise.
A gentle scent for peace, safety, and rest: twilit lavender bud and sweet labdanum, hops, red benzoin, patchouli, Mysore sandalwood, and vanilla bean. -
A Robe All Red With Dripping Gore Perfume Oil
Add to cartBlood musk, red amber, honey, and threads of scarlet saffron.
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And Though They Are With You Yet They Belong Not To You Perfume Oil
Add to cartAnd a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.A gentle vanilla sandalwood blend, serene but mighty.
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Breathing Destruction From Their Lips Like Flame Perfume Oil
Add to cartDried red fruits, pink peppercorn, black fig, nagarmotha, and vetiver.
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Chocolate Babka Perfume Oil
Add to cartA diasporic take on an ancestral dessert: braided chocolate rye bread with a sliver of almond paste filling.
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Dark-Eyed, Delightful Perfume Oil
Add to cartBrown sugar, cacao, toasted cardamom, patchouli, vanilla absolute, and benzoin.
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Early Affection Perfume Oil
Add to cartGeorge Moses Horton
I lov’d thee from the earliest dawn,
When first I saw thy beauty’s ray,
And will, until life’s eve comes on,
And beauty’s blossom fades away;
And when all things go well with thee,
With smiles and tears remember me.
I’ll love thee when thy morn is past,
And wheedling gallantry is o’er,
When youth is lost in age’s blast,
And beauty can ascend no more,
And when life’s journey ends with thee,
O, then look back and think of me.
I’ll love thee with a smile or frown,
’Mid sorrow’s gloom or pleasure’s light,
And when the chain of life runs down,
Pursue thy last eternal flight,
When thou hast spread thy wing to flee,
Still, still, a moment wait for me.
I’ll love thee for those sparkling eyes,
To which my fondness was betray’d,
Bearing the tincture of the skies,
To glow when other beauties fade,
And when they sink too low to see,
Reflect an azure beam on me.
A love eternal, thrumming beyond death: honeyed red fruits, Bulgarian rose, mimosa, heliotrope, and red sandalwood. -
Elderberry Flower & Sandhill Plum Perfume Oil
Add to cartProceeds from the sale of these duets benefit –
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Every Sweet Thing Perfume Oil
Add to cartHoney-dripping plakous, rose petals, caramelized hazelnut, and goat’s milk
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From Whose Eyes As They Glance Flowed Love Perfume Oil
Add to cartSpun sugar, skin musk, orris butter, pale amber, whipped vanilla, and rose petals.
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Hammy Northern Mockingbird Perfume Oil
Add to cartA dusty, dry woody scent that manages to be surprisingly flamboyant: white sandalwood, violet leaf, orris root, cardamom pod, and Texas cedar.
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I Fucking Voted Sticker
Add to cartElections impact so much of our daily lives, from the taxes we pay to the rights we possess. Elections determine the quality of the air that we breathe, the extent of our bodily autonomy, who can or cannot get married, whether our roads are paved, whether we have water we can drink. There is nothing in our lives that isn’t touched by politics, and for many of us the act of simply being alive is a political act.
Sometimes it may feel like your vote doesn’t matter, but it does. If it didn’t matter, there wouldn’t be such a powerful effort to suppress the vote. Your vote is your voice; it is an opportunity to shape the world that you live in. It is a vital step in ensuring the safety, security, and health of your community, your loved ones, and yourself.
Vote in every election, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem. Yeah, the Presidential elections are exciting and world-shaking, but in many ways it’s the downballot races and propositions that have a more immediate effect on your life. Vote, encourage your network to vote. If enough of us use our power for good, there is nothing that can stop us from making the world a kinder, brighter, more compassionate place for all.
3″x2″ hologram sticker, artwork by Aristotle Pramagioulis.
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I Voted Button
Add to cartElections impact so much of our daily lives, from the taxes we pay to the rights we possess. Elections determine the quality of the air that we breathe, the extent of our bodily autonomy, who can or cannot get married, whether our roads are paved, whether we have water we can drink. There is nothing in our lives that isn’t touched by politics, and for many of us the act of simply being alive is a political act.
Sometimes it may feel like your vote doesn’t matter, but it does. If it didn’t matter, there wouldn’t be such a powerful effort to suppress the vote. Your vote is your voice; it is an opportunity to shape the world that you live in. It is a vital step in ensuring the safety, security, and health of your community, your loved ones, and yourself.
Vote in every election, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem. Yeah, the Presidential elections are exciting and world-shaking, but in many ways it’s the downballot races and propositions that have a more immediate effect on your life. Vote, encourage your network to vote. If enough of us use our power for good, there is nothing that can stop us from making the world a kinder, brighter, more compassionate place for all.
1.5″ round button, artwork by Aristotle Pramagioulis.
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I Voted Sticker
Add to cartElections impact so much of our daily lives, from the taxes we pay to the rights we possess. Elections determine the quality of the air that we breathe, the extent of our bodily autonomy, who can or cannot get married, whether our roads are paved, whether we have water we can drink. There is nothing in our lives that isn’t touched by politics, and for many of us the act of simply being alive is a political act.
Sometimes it may feel like your vote doesn’t matter, but it does. If it didn’t matter, there wouldn’t be such a powerful effort to suppress the vote. Your vote is your voice; it is an opportunity to shape the world that you live in. It is a vital step in ensuring the safety, security, and health of your community, your loved ones, and yourself.
Vote in every election, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem. Yeah, the Presidential elections are exciting and world-shaking, but in many ways it’s the downballot races and propositions that have a more immediate effect on your life. Vote, encourage your network to vote. If enough of us use our power for good, there is nothing that can stop us from making the world a kinder, brighter, more compassionate place for all.
3″ round hologram sticker, artwork by Aristotle Pramagioulis.
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Lines to a Nasturtium (A Lover Muses) Perfume Oil
Add to cartAnne Spencer
Flame-flower, Day-torch, Mauna Loa,
I saw a daring bee, today, pause, and soar,
Into your flaming heart;
Then did I hear crisp, crinkled laughter
As the furies after tore him apart?
A bird, next, small and humming,
Looked into your startled depths and fled…
Surely, some dread sight, and dafter
Than human eyes as mine can see,
Set the stricken air waves drumming
In his flight.
Day-torch, Flame-flower, cool-hot Beauty,
I cannot see, I cannot hear your flutey;
Voice lure your loving swain,
But I know one other to whom you are in beauty
Born in vain:
Hair like the setting sun,
Her eyes a rising star,
Motions gracious as reeds by Babylon, bar
All your competing;
Hands like, how like, brown lilies sweet,
Cloth of gold were fair enough to touch her feet.
Ah, how the sense reels at my repeating,
As once in her fire-lit heart I felt the furies
Beating, beating.
Hair like the setting sun, eyes a rising star, and a heart fire-lit: golden amber, warm nutmeg, cardamom pod, tolu balsam, sweet patchouli, vanilla absolute, wildflower honey, lovage root, and cacao. -
Nightingale Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe national bird of Ukraine. A lovely and powerful song translated into scent: toasted bourbon vanilla, sweet oats and honey, cardamom, and cream.
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No Man is an Island Perfume Oil
Add to cartNo man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend’s
Or of thine own were:
Any man’s death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
– John DonneWarm, dark patchouli, hazelnut cream, coffee bean, cassis, tonka bean, purple sage, and bourbon vanilla.
Proceeds from the sale of this oil will be donated to the Los Angeles Food Bank so we can do our part to prevent and ameliorate food scarcity in the community.
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Pleasure Abundant Perfume Oil
Add to cartOrange blossom, sweet amber, red honey, pink peppercorn, and frankincense smoke.
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Precious Beauty Perfume Oil
Out of StockSweet cream, white fig, sugar cane, honey, vanilla silk, sugared oats, and almond cakes.
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Prospering In Golden Hope Perfume Oil
Add to cartWhite peach, bergamot, orchid petals, tobacco flower, frankincense, and white amber.
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Sonnet Perfume Oil
Add to cartAlice Moore Dunbar-Nelson
I had not thought of violets late,
The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feet
In wistful April days, when lovers mate
And wander through the fields in raptures sweet.
The thought of violets meant florists’ shops,
And bows and pins, and perfumed papers fine;
And garish lights, and mincing little fops
And cabarets and soaps, and deadening wines.
So far from sweet real things my thoughts had strayed,
I had forgot wide fields; and clear brown streams;
The perfect loveliness that God has made,—
Wild violets shy and Heaven-mounting dreams.
And now—unwittingly, you’ve made me dream
Of violets, and my soul’s forgotten gleam.
Heaven-mounting dreams: a cluster of wild violets, the first lilac blossoms of spring, honeyed honeysuckle, ylang ylang, a touch of fennel, and cerise musk. -
Sunyashniki Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe sunflower is the national flower of Ukraine, a symbol of the life-affirming power of the sun that has, in recent days, become a fierce symbol of determination and resistance. This is a scent as bright as the vibrant petals of the sunflower, and as warm and joyous as the sun: flaxen amber, golden musk, neroli, lemon leaf and rind, frankincense, and sweet cedar.
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Sustained Boos Perfume Oil
Out of StockTrump attended Game 5 of the World Series, and when he was announced on the public address system after the third inning, the crowd surged into a “sustained booing” that hit almost 100 decibels.
Both the living and the dead are offended by this administration’s cruelty and perfidy.
This scent is both ethereal and heavy; it is a booming roar of derision, a howl of resistance echoing into the darkness: a chilly aldehyde with blackened clove and coffee bean, black sandalwood, nutmeg, nag champa, white amber, and benzoin.
Proceeds from the sale of this scent benefit the ACLU. Art by Drew Rausch!
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Syrnyk Perfume Oil
Add to cartA dessert akin to a crustless cheesecake with a hint of vanilla and lemon zest.
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Through The Gloom The Sisters Rose Perfume Oil
Add to cartBlackened pomegranate, tobacco absolute, benzoin, brown sugar, and droplets of inky wine.
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Trumpet Honeysuckle & Lemon Beebalm Perfume Oil
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Wisdom, Justice, Moderation Perfume Oil
Add to cartA poem about Georgia, sung through scent: red cedar, sweetgum, yellow jasmine, peach, and honey.
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Wrapped in Sable Garments Perfume Oil
Add to cartCacao, smoked mahogany, tonka, sweet aged patchouli, and white sandalwood.
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Yabluchnyk Perfume Oil
Add to cartA Ukrainian cinnamon apple cake with brown sugar. My grandmother’s yabluchnyk contained black cherries and peaches, so that’s what you’re getting here, too.
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You May House Their Bodies But Not Their Souls Perfume Oil
Add to cartYou may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.A woody, deep patchouli with bourbon vanilla, rich amber, and soft golden skin musk.