Amber
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A Moonlit Winter Landscape Perfume Oil
Out of StockRemigius Adrianus Haanen
Smoky grey amber, frost-black oak, snow-covered soil, Tuscan iris, storm-grey musk, fenugreek, linden blossom, and benzoin.
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A Place of Seeing Perfume Oil
Out of StockAfter months upon months of relative isolation and distance learning drudgery, Lilith was finally able to return to the theater. This is a photo from their first day back, and I can’t tell you how important, how meaningful, how restorative it was for Lilith to be back on stage among friends.
Hope renewed: pink rosebuds and lavender with amber-gilded sandalwood, vanilla bean, bergamot, and marshmallow.
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A Wet Moon, Putney Road Perfume Oil
Out of StockJohn Atkinson Grimshaw
Rain-slick amber, gaslight, and moss.
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Abalone Vulva Perfume Oil
Out of StockPearlescent orris root, cream accord, three radiant ambers, driftwood, lotus root, and sheer pink musk.
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Aelopile Perfume Oil
Select OptionsSmoldering coals heat the device from below, and steam hisses through two curved pipes, rotating the shining brass sphere.
Glowing amber and citrus, labdanum, verbena, cedar, and oud.
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Aeronwen Perfume Oil
Add to cartFig, dark myrrh, amber, redwood, nutmeg, tarragon, black musk, and sweet orange.
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Agrat-Bat-Mahlaht Perfume Oil
Add to cartAmber, cream accord, white honey, apple blossom, skin musk, caramel, and teak.
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Alabaster Vulva Perfume Oil
Out of StockWhite amber and sheer vanilla, orris butter, Italian bergamot, and narcissus.
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Alleviate the Frenzy Perfume Oil
Out of StockNor 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, 1637Lascivious 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.
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Amber Incense and Honey Cakes Perfume Oil
Out of StockAn offering made in the depths of the year’s darkness to honor the Solstice sun.
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An Aroused Prostitute From Maruyama Yukatu and a Merchant From Qing Perfume Oil
Add to cartSweet cream poured over glittering peach amber.
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Anathema Device Perfume Oil
Add to cartShe was a bright child, with a pale face, and black eyes and hair. As a rule she tended to make people feel uncomfortable, a family trait she had inherited, along with being more psychic than was good for her, from her great-great-great-great-great grandmother.
She was precocious, and self-possessed. The only thing about Anathema her teachers ever had the nerve to upbraid her for was her spelling, which was not so much appalling as 300 years too late.
White sandalwood, blackcurrant, bourbon vanilla, and warm amber.
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And Here I Shere My Corne Full Lowe Perfume Oil
Out of StockA season for falconry and harvest, leisure and labor: sweet honeyed oats, beer, woodmoss, corn husks, and flecks of amber.
The proceeds from this scent benefit Cradles to Crayons, which provides children in the Philadelphia area that are living in poverty with everyday essentials.
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Andradite Phoenix Perfume Oil
Out of StockA species of garnet. The scent is a swirl of deep red, brown-black, bronze, and green: red and black vegetal musk, sunset amber, oakmoss, mahogany, and champaca.
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Angel With Flaming Sword Perfume Oil
Add to cartEdwin Howland Blashfield
Red musk, black rose, amber, Siamese benzoin, honey musk, mimosa absolute, frankincense, red peppercorn, and choya ral.
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Annales Veteris et Novi Testamenti Perfume Oil
Add to cartArchbishop James Usher (1580–1656) published Annales Veteris et Novi Testamenti in 1654, which suggested that the Heaven and the Earth were created in 4004 B.C. One of his aides took the calculation further, and was able to announce triumphantly that the Earth was created on Sunday the 21st of October, 4004 B.C., at exactly 9:00 A.M., because God liked to get work done early in the morning while he was feeling fresh.
This too was incorrect. By almost a quarter of an hour.
The whole business with the fossilized dinosaur skeletons was a joke the paleontologists haven’t seen yet.
Fossilized amber, dusty white sandalwood, galbanum, balsam of Peru, and brown oakmoss.
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Australian Copperhead Perfume Oil
Add to cartSnake Oil with acai berry, amber, cardamom, white sandalwood, neroli, and smoked vanilla.
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Autumn Sun I Perfume Oil
Out of StockEgon Schiele
Pale, limpid beams of amber light against a tea-stained sky with a cluster of autumn leaves, maple bark, vetiver root, and loam.
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Awake Perfume Oil
Out of StockAwake, Radha, awake
Calls the parrot and its love
For how long must you sleep,
Clasped to the heart of your Dark-stone?
Listen. The dawn has come
And the red shafts of the sun
Are making us shudder.
– Vidyapati ThakurA sunrise shimmering like abalone, struck through with beams of red musk and amber.
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Baghdad – Resurrected Perfume Oil
Out of StockAmber, saffron and bergamot with mandarin, nutmeg, Bulgar rose, musk and sandalwood.
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Bast Perfume Oil
Add to cartThere was a girl. He had met her somewhere, and now they were walking across a bridge. It spanned a small lake, in the middle of a town. The wind was ruffling the surface of the lake, making waves tipped with whitecaps, which seemed to Shadow to be tiny hands reaching for him.
— Down there, said the woman. She was wearing a leopard-print skirt, which flapped and tossed in the wind, and the flesh between the top of her stockings and her skirt was creamy and soft and in his dream, on the bridge, before God and the world, Shadow went down to his knees in front of her, burying his head in her crotch, drinking in the intoxicating jungle female scent of her. He became aware, in his dream, of his erection in real life, a rigid, pounding, monstrous thing as painful in its hardness as the erections he’d had as a boy, when he was crashing into puberty.
He pulled away and looked upward, and still he could not see her face. But his mouth was seeking hers and her lips were soft against his, and his hands were cupping her breasts, and then they were running across the satin smoothness of her skin, pushing into and parting the furs that hid her waist, sliding into the wonderful cleft of her, which warmed and wetted and parted for him, opening to his hand like a flower.
The woman purred against him ecstatically, her hand moving down to the hardness of him and squeezing it. He pushed the bedsheets away and rolled on top of her, his hand parting her thighs, her hand guiding him between her legs, where one thrust, one magical push . . .
Now he was back in his old prison cell with her, and he was kissing her deeply. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, clamped her legs about his legs to hold him tight, so he could not pull out, not even if he wanted to.
Never had he kissed lips so soft. He had not known that there were lips so soft in the whole world. Her tongue, though, was sandpaper-rough as it slipped against his.
—Who are you? he asked.
She made no answer, just pushed him onto his back and, in one lithe movement, straddled him and began to ride him. No, not to ride him: to insinuate herself against him in series of silken-smooth waves, each more powerful than the one before, strokes and beats and rhythms that crashed against his mind and his body just as the wind-waves on the lake splashed against the shore. Her nails were needle-sharp and they pierced his sides, raking them, but he felt no pain, only pleasure, everything was transmuted by some alchemy into moments of utter pleasure.
He struggled to find himself, struggled to talk, his head now filled with sand dunes and desert winds.
—Who are you? he asked again, gasping for the words.
She stared at him with eyes the color of dark amber, then lowered her mouth to his and kissed him with a passion, kissed him so completely and so deeply that there, on the bridge over the lake, in his prison cell, in the bed in the Cairo funeral home, he almost came. He rode the sensation like a kite riding a hurricane, willing it not to crest, not to explode, wanting it never to end.
A desert wind alight with myrrh and golden amber, cardamom and honey, bourbon vanilla and cacao.
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Bastet Perfume Oil
Select OptionsBast, Ubasti, Ailuros, Ba-en-Aset. Represented as both a domestic cat and a fierce lioness, she truly evidences traits of both. She is the Mother of All Cats, Goddess of Sensuality, Fertility, and a guardian and protector of women. She is also one of the Eyes of Ra, and in that aspect is an Avenging Goddess, seeking retribution and punishing enemies of her people.
Luxuriant amber, warm Egyptian musk, fierce saffron and soft myrrh, almond, cardamom and golden lotus.
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Bat Jockeys Perfume Oil
Add to cartWe come to wish you all a bright new year.
What could possibly be better than new year’s batty blessings? Mandarin-infused amber, tonka bean, peppery brown musk, hazelnut, and saffron cream.
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Bette Noir Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe Paradigm’s martial artist and weapons master, Bette carries a grim secret—that she alone knows Plutonian’s one true vulnerability.
Benzoin, wild plum, smoky amber, bergamot, orange blossom, myrrh, and dark berries.
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Birdsong at Twilight Hair Gloss
Out of StockAmber, tangerine, and orange blossom with tobacco, almond blossom, and golden patchouli.
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Black Lotus Perfume Oil
Out of StockBorn in the shadows of a Temple to Set, this corrupted Egyptian scent evokes images of black pyramids, river demons, and bleak, deadly desert sands. Black lotus flower, amber, myrrh and sandalwood.
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Black Rose Perfume Oil
Select OptionsExquisitely melancholy. The background scent to an ancient exequies. Heavy, dark and floral: a blend of roses, with a touch of amber and musk.
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Blackberry Moon 2022 Perfume Oil
Out of StockA thorn-scratched stain of sweet purple-black pulp, a tangle of bright green leaves touched with amber and russet musk, a dribble of blackberry wine, and hints of green tea, Italian bergamot, patchouli root, and wild fig.
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Blóðughadda Perfume Oil
Add to cartCrushed Baltic amber, golden fig, oud wood, red patchouli, white clove, and saffron.
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Blood Amber Perfume Oil
Out of StockSlivers of warm, pulsating blood forever crystallized in golden amber resin.
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Bone-Fire Home & Linen Spray
Add to cart… rib cages and fire-eyed skulls stared and stuck and jutted from the flames, sputtering trace-element colors into the night, greens and yellows and blues-was flaring and crackling and burning hotly.
Sparks of red peppercorns, blue-white eucalyptus leaf, and daemonorops draco against smoldering red amber and a copper sulfate-green licks of flame.
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Brisingamen Perfume Oil
Select OptionsThe amber necklace of Freyja, Norse Goddess of Love, Sex, Attraction and Fruitfulness. Her magnificent necklace was bought from four Dwarves [Alfrik, Berling, Dvalin and Grer] at the price of four nights of her passion. When Brisingamen graces your throat, no man can resist your charms. A glittering mantle of rich golden notes: five ambers, soft myrtle, apple blossom and carnation.
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Bronze Dildo Perfume Oil
Out of StockInspired by a 2nd century BCE bronze phallus that was found in the Jiangsu province: metallic bronze musk, 6-year aged patchouli, and deep russet amber speckled with a patina of dark oakmoss, green cardamom, and tonka.
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By Day She Made Herself into a Cat Perfume Oil
Add to cartArthur Rackham
A feral eyeshine of amber gleaming through a pool of ink-black musk.
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Cascading Silks Perfume Oil
Out of StockAmber and orris butter with violet leaf, carnation, red currant, wisteria, and lavender bud.
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Cat Chasing Butterflies Perfume Oil
Out of StockPeach blossom and amber with almond cream and sweet musk.
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Chant d’Automne Perfume Oil
Out of StockI
Soon we will sink in the frigid darkness
Good-bye, brightness of our too short summers!
I already hear the fall in distress
Of the wood falling in the paved courtyard.Winter will invade my being: anger,
Hatred, chills, horror, hard and forced labor,
And, like the sun in its iced inferno,
My heart is but a red and frozen floe.I hear with shudders each weak limb that falls.
The scaffold will have no louder echo.
My spirit is like a tower that yields
Under the tireless and heavy ram blow.It seems, lulled by this monotonous sound,
Somewhere a coffin is hastily nailed,
For whom? Summer yesterday, autumn now!
This mysterious noise sounds like a farewell.II
I love the greenish light of your long eyes,
Sweet beauty, but all is bitter today.
Nothing, not love, the boudoir or the hearth
Is dearer than the sunshine on the sea.Still love me, tender heart! Be a mother
Even to the ingrate, to the wicked,
Lover, sister, ephemeral sweetness
Of fall’s glory or of the setting sun.Short-lived task! The tomb awaits, merciless.
Ah! Let me, my head resting on your knees,
Savor, regretting the white hot summer,
The autumn’s last rays yellow and tender.The scent of the year’s fall and the setting sun, ominous and foreboding: dried leaves, charred wood, blood musk, amber, khus, and Nicotiana tabacum.
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Civil Twilight Perfume Oil
Out of StockA thin sliver of radiant gold: wild honeysuckle, a burst of peach, dark amber, and lemon blossom.
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Cleric Perfume Oil
Select OptionsRose amber, frankincense, myrrh, champaca flower, Peru balsam, cistus, palisander, cananga, hyssop, and narcissus absolute.
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Cock Stamen Perfume Oil
Out of StockRed orchid, dragon’s blood resin, blood orange, black lily, honey amber, and cacao
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Cold Spring, The Alien Perfume Oil
Add to cartLouisa Starr Canziani
Rain-slicked amber, wet cobblestone, ochre agarwood, tobacco absolute, tuberose, charred sandalwood, oakwood, leather, and myrrh tears dotted with cherry blossoms. -
Come Slowly – Eden! Perfume Oil
Out of StockCome slowly—Eden
Lips unused to Thee—
Bashful—sip thy Jessamines
As the fainting Bee—Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums—
Counts his nectars—
Enters—and is lost in Balms.
– Emily DickinsonYellow jessamine gilded with amber, copoiba balsam, apple peel, beeswax, wild fig, sage honey, and champa.
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Come, Sister Perfume Oil
Out of StockThen they began to materialise till-if God have not take away my reason, for I saw it through my eyes-there were before me in actual flesh the same three women that Jonathan saw in the room, when they would have kissed his throat. I knew the swaying round forms, the bright hard eyes, the white teeth, the ruddy colour, the voluptuous lips. They smiled ever at poor dear Madam Mina; and as their laugh came through the silence of the night, they twined their arms and pointed to her, and said in those so sweet tingling tones that Jonathan said were of the intolerable sweetness of the water-glasses:-
“Come, sister. Come to us. Come! Come!”
Icy musk draped in osmanthus and white gardenia, a whisper of ti leaf and orchid, crystalline amber, and incense smoke.
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Coyote Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe Native American Creator / Trickster God of Chaos and Change.
The warmth of doeskin, dry plains grasses and soft, dusty woods warmed by amber and a downy, gentle coat of deep musk.
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Cytherea Perfume Oil
Add to cartWhite sandalwood, patchouli, white amber, orris, bourbon vanilla, champaca flower, and kush.
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Ded Moroz Perfume Oil
Out of StockGrandfather Frost! Accompanied by his granddaughter, Snegurochka, the Snow Maiden, he bestows gifts to virtuous and hard-working people, rewarding their decency and integrity, and punishes those who are lazy, shiftless, and unkind, killing their fields with frost, cracking the trunks of their trees, and destroying their homes.
The first incarnation of Father Frost was not at all benevolent. He was the personification of the darkest aspects of winter, winter’s destruction incarnate. He kidnapped unruly children, and slew people capriciously by freezing them to death.
Light, darkness, kindness, and malice: golden amber, white amber, redwood, teak, bois du rose, sage, tree moss, and snow.
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Diana Perfume Oil
Add to cartMy temple stands in Ephesus: hie thee thither,
And do upon mine altar sacrifice.
There, when my maiden priests are met together,
before the people all,
Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife:
To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter’s, call
And give them repetition to the life.
Or perform my bidding, or thou livest in woe;
Do it, and happy; by my silver bow!Artemis, standing in her golden chariot… driving off with her fast-trotting deer over the hills and far away to some rich-scented sacrifice: leather, gleaming golden amber, red amaranth, cypress, asphodel accord, a gleam of silver, and soft brown musk.
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Elf Perfume Oil
Select OptionsPale golden musk, honeycomb, amber, parma violet, hawthorne bark, aspen leaf, forest lily, life everlasting, white moss, and a hint of wild berry.
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Epidote Phoenix Perfume Oil
Out of StockA grounding, soothing scent that is reminiscent of leaf-strewn forest moss and pine amber sunlight filtered through the tangled, comforting embrace of redwood branches.
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Es Lacht der Mai Perfume Oil
Out of StockEs lacht der Mai!
Der Wald ist frei
Von Eis und Reifgehänge.
Der Schnee ist fort;
Am grünen Ort
Erschallen Lustgesänge.
Ein reiner Schnee
Liegt auf der Höh;
Doch eilen wir nach oben,
Begehn den alten heilgen Brauch,
Allvater dort zu loben.
Die Flamme lodre durch den Rauch!
So wird das Herz erhoben.Die Flamme lodre durch den Rauch!
Begeht den alten heilgen Brauch,
Allvater dort zu loben!
Hinauf! hinauf nach oben!Sweet smiles the May!
The forest gay
From frost and ice is freed
No snow is found,
Glad songs resound
Across the verdant mead.
Upon the height
The snow lies light,
Yet thither now we go,
There to extol our Father’s name,
Whom we for ages know.
Amid the smoke shall gleam the flame;
Thus pure the heart will grow.Amid the smoke shall gleam the flame;
Extol we now our Father’s name,
Whom we for ages know!
Up, up, then, let us go!The first rays of spring sunlight bursting forth behind snow-capped mountains: a chilly amber perfume.
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Exotic Bazaar Home & Linen Spray
Select OptionsNepalese amber, white sandalwood, black peppercorn, ambrette seed, neroli, coconut sugar, cardamom pods, ginger, fennel, bitter almond, liquorice root, henna, copaiba balsam, and spikenard.
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Faiza, The Lady of Serpents Perfume Oil
Add to cartUpon the next stage, a primitive cage has been erected. It is made of heavy, dark sticks bound with strips of deep brown leather. The stage is as dark as pitch, and from the shadows, you hear soft hissing, spitting, and an ominous chorus of weird rattling sounds. You approach with some trepidation, and peer between the bars. Your attention is seized by writhing forms on the straw bottom of the cage. As your eyes adjust to the gloom, you realize that the floor is seething with serpents, dark and colorful, languid and large, swift and small. You hear a sultry chuckle, and you see bright, unblinking emerald eyes staring at you from the corner of the cage. A woman crawls through the snakes, her scaled body as sinuous and lissome as the creatures that share her home. She reaches towards you languorously with her sharp-clawed hands and sighs.
A sensual blend of twisting, exotic, serpentine oils: black amber, oakmoss, green sandalwood, bergamot, jasmine sambac, gardenia, orange pulp, black cardamom, vanilla, blackberry, black musk, blackened vanilla husk, white honey, ti leaf, and ginger.
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Fallen Perfume Oil
Out of Stock*DISCONTINUED*
Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heav’n.
This is our song to Lucifer, Lucis Ferre, Heosphoros, the Morning Star, the Brilliant One and the Son of the Morning. He is equated with Samhazai, the Heaven-Seizer, and Azazel, one of the 200 Fallen Angels of Enoch. The essence of overweening pride and unearthly angelic beauty. A regal scent, glowing darkly, elegant and patrician, but unfathomably desolate. Cherubic white sandalwood and golden musk with a dark halo of amber, a breath of imperial florals, unbending woods, and the shadow cast by vetiver and violet.
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Faster Kittycat? Perfume Oil
Out of StockLilith’s pandemic makeup experimentation wasn’t limited to SFX. Lilith did cat eyes one night, and I didn’t realize it until I took the photo, but she sometimes bears an uncanny resemblance to Tura Satana.
A sudden sophistication: a sheer white chypre with cashmere amber, orris butter, and patchouli.
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Fenris Wolf Perfume Oil
Select OptionsThe raw, untamable power of chaos. Rosewood, amber, red musk and a dribble of red sandalwood.
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Flesh of My Flesh Perfume Oil
Out of Stock“‘Silence! If you make a sound I shall take him and dash his brains out before your very eyes.’ I was appalled and was too bewildered to do or say anything. With a mocking smile, he placed one hand upon my shoulder and, holding me tight, bared my throat with the other, saying as he did so, ‘First, a little refreshment to reward my exertions. You may as well be quiet. It is not the first time, or the second, that your veins have appeased my thirst!’ I was bewildered, and strangely enough, I did not want to hinder him. I suppose it is a part of the horrible curse that such is, when his touch is on his victim. And oh, my God, my God, pity me! He placed his reeking lips upon my throat!” Her husband groaned again. She clasped his hand harder, and looked at him pityingly, as if he were the injured one, and went on.
“I felt my strength fading away, and I was in a half swoon. How long this horrible thing lasted I know not, but it seemed that a long time must have passed before he took his foul, awful, sneering mouth away. I saw it drip with the fresh blood!” The remembrance seemed for a while to overpower her, and she drooped and would have sunk down but for her husband’s sustaining arm. With a great effort she recovered herself and went on.
“Then he spoke to me mockingly, ‘And so you, like the others, would play your brains against mine. You would help these men to hunt me and frustrate me in my design! You know now, and they know in part already, and will know in full before long, what it is to cross my path. They should have kept their energies for use closer to home. Whilst they played wits against me, against me who commanded nations, and intrigued for them, and fought for them, hundreds of years before they were born, I was countermining them. And you, their best beloved one, are now to me, flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood, kin of my kin, my bountiful wine-press for a while, and shall be later on my companion and my helper. You shall be avenged in turn, for not one of them but shall minister to your needs. But as yet you are to be punished for what you have done. You have aided in thwarting me. Now you shall come to my call. When my brain says “Come!” to you, you shall cross land or sea to do my bidding. And to that end this!’
With that he pulled open his shirt, and with his long sharp nails opened a vein in his breast. When the blood began to spurt out, he took my hands in one of his, holding them tight, and with the other seized my neck and pressed my mouth to the wound, so that I must either suffocate or swallow some to the… Oh, my God! My God! What have I done? What have I done to deserve such a fate, I who have tried to walk in meekness and righteousness all my days. God pity me! Look down on a poor soul in worse than mortal peril. And in mercy pity those to whom she is dear!” Then she began to rub her lips as though to cleanse them from pollution.
Blood of my blood: a deep crimson musk threaded with mesmerizing Tunisian amber, voluptuous champaca blossom, vanilla absolute, labdanum, bitter almond, and black orchid.
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Forbidden Fruit – Resurrected Perfume Oil
Out of StockAs light and innocent as your first time should have been. The fresh scent of lotus hidden behind lightly scented flowers, amber, and citrus.
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Fortuna Dubia Perfume Oil
Out of StockPerilous Fortune
A hymn to avert misfortune and danger: honey infused with protective herbs and hope preserved in pale amber.
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Fourth Lash Perfume Oil
Out of StockBlack rose, Baltic amber, leather, white sandalwood, black pepper, and vetiver.
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Gelt Perfume Oil
Out of StockSevivon, sov, sov, sov
Chanukah, hu chag tov
Chanukah, hu chag tov
Sevivon, sov, sov, sov!Chag simcha hu la-am
Nes gadol haya sham
Nes gadol haya sham
Chag simcha hu la-am.A bounty of chocolate coins! Dry cocoa and golden amber!
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Ginny, The Reaper of Vengeance Perfume Oil
Add to cartSharp tobacco flower and white cognac, a thin layer of smoke, and dusty black pepper pierced by the amber of her eyes.
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Girl at the Beach Perfume Oil
Out of StockEdvard Munch
Wave-smoothed stone, indigo waters, a cascade of amber, salt-damp linen, crushed pearls, and rose water.
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Glass Eye Perfume Oil
Add to cart“How’d you lose your eye?”
Wednesday shoveled half a dozen pieces of bacon into his mouth, chewed, wiped the fat from his lips with the back of his hand. “Didn’t lose it,” he said. “I still know exactly where it is.”
The depths of Mímisbrunnr: mugwort and frankincense, grey amber and ash.
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Globe Perfume Oil
Out of StockA russet chypre slathered in vintage patchouli and black tea with golden amber, hiba wood, and iris root.
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Gnome Protection Racket Perfume Oil
Add to cartThat’s a real nice moon you’ve got there. It’d be a shame if something happened to it.
Don’t forget to pay off your gnomes before the new year! Icicles glistening on a slim crescent of amber.
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Golden Priapus Perfume Oil
Select OptionsInsatiable lust, unending vigor! A truly carnal, energetic men’s blend: vanilla and amber with juniper, rosewood and white pine.
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Haunt 2021 Perfume Oil
Out of StockOur first Halloween outing in what feels like centuries: Cemetery Lane at Heritage Square.
Photo by Lilith. Dry leaves under amber lighting, a whiff of Snake Oil and Dorian, lavender oil, and distant fires.
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Haunted Pumpkin Patch Perfume Oil
Out of StockGolden amber, murky black musk, pumpkin vines, and pumpkin pulp.
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Hay Moon 2020 Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe moon was but a chin of gold
A night or two ago,
And now she turns her perfect face
Upon the world below.Her forehead is of amplest blond;
Her cheek like beryl stone;
Her eye unto the summer dew
The likest I have known.Her lips of amber never part;
But what must be the smile
Upon her friend she could bestow
Were such her silver will!And what a privilege to be
But the remotest star!
For certainly her way might pass
Beside your twinkling door.Her bonnet is the firmament,
The universe her shoe,
The stars the trinkets at her belt,
Her dimities of blue.Hay absolute, tall grasses, dry honey, mallow, cardamom, amber, oat cakes, and wheat.
The accompanying Lunacy Tee can be found here!
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Heart and Mind Perfume Oil
Add to cartSaid the Lion to the Lioness ― ‘When you are amber dust, ―
No more a raging fire like the heat of the Sun
(No liking but all lust) ―
Remember still the flowering of the amber blood and bone,
The rippling of bright muscles like a sea,
Remember the rose-prickles of bright paws
Though the fire of that sun the heart and the moon-cold bone are one.’
Said the Skeleton lying upon the sands of Time ―
‘The great gold planet that is the mourning heat of the Sun
Is greater than all gold, more powerful
Than the tawny body of a Lion that fire consumes
Like all that grows or leaps… so is the heart
More powerful than all dust. Once I was Hercules
Or Samson, strong as the pillars of the seas:
But the flames of the heart consumed me, and the mind
Is but a foolish wind.’
Said the Sun to the Moon ― ‘When you are but a lonely white crone,
And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood,
Remember only this of our hopeless love
That never till Time is done
Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one.’
– Edith Sitwell
The flowering of amber blood and bone blooming into the Moon’s shimmering mugwort, creaking oaken boughs streaked with frankincense tar, and a trickle of benzoin to echo the cold silence before the end of time. -
Hearthflame and Incense Perfume Oil
Out of StockCrackling almond wood and the deep sweet smoke of burgundy pitch, Austrian amber resin, black copal, and frankincense.
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Hello, Salzburg! Perfume Oil
Out of StockInspired by the deep purple hues of the night we arrived in Austria: icy air, plum musk, and blackberry with a beam of amber light.
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Heroine Perfume Oil
Out of StockHeroine is the first scent created specifically for The Hero Initiative, and the label art is by the fabulous Adam Hughes!
Nepalese amber, East African patchouli, dark musk, apple blossom, petitgrain, aged leather, skin musk, and rhubarb.
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Hilf, Ach, Hilf Mir, Kriegsgeselle Perfume Oil
Out of StockHilf, ach, hilf mir, Kriegsgeselle!
Ach, es kommt die ganze Hölle!
Sieh, wie die verhexten Leiber
Durch und durch von Flamme glühen
Menschen-Wölf und Drachen-Weiber.
Die im Flug vorüberziehen!
Welch entsetzliches Getöse!
Laßt uns, laßt uns alle fliehen!
Oben flammt und saust der Böse,
Aus dem Boden
Dampfet rings ein Höllen-Broden.Comrades, quick! your aid afford!
All the brood of hell’s abroad:
See how their enchanted forms
Through and through with flames are glowing!
Dragon-women, men-wolf swarms,
On in quick succession going!
Let us, let us haste to fly!
Wilder yet the sounds are growing,
And the arch fiend roars on high;
From the ground
Hellish vapours rise around.Schreckliche, verhexte Leiber,
Menschen-Wölf und Drachen-Weiber
Welch entsetzliches Getöse!
Sieh, da flammt, da zieht der Böse!
Aus dem Boden
Dampfet rings ein Höllen-Broden.Terrible enchanted forms,
Dragon-women, men-wolf swarms!
Wilder yet the sounds are growing!
See, the arch fiend comes, all-glowing!
From the ground
Hellish vapours rise around.A scent of triumph, of defeating your oppressor through mockery and guile: orange blossom, honey and beeswax, sweet orange peel, khus, ti leaf, amber, and white patchouli.
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Hohensalzurg Fortress Perfume Oil
Out of StockAn absolutely stunning view of the Baroque historical district from high atop the Festungsberg.
A shiver of iced chocolate and white amber.
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Hollywood Babylon Perfume Oil
Select OptionsThe essence of innocence shattered: glittering Egyptian amber and heliotrope, infused with the sweetness of strawberry and vanilla – dragged into debauch by lusty red musk and a dribble of black cherry.
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Hope is the Thing With Feathers Perfume Oil
Out of Stock“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
– Emily DickinsonWarm, golden, feather-soft: orris-dusted amber, white honey, osmanthus blossom, and star jasmine.
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Hotaru No Yu Hair Gloss
Out of StockShall we die?
You whispered to me
At the night of firefly.
– Suzuki MasajoA 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.
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Howling in Vain Hair Gloss
Out of StockPlease don’t think it rude of Sylvia
Who’s eight months overdue to kill ya
She’s staying safe, but howls in vain
When moonbeams strike her window paneMoonlit amber fur, basmati rice, and champaca absolute.
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Hypatia Perfume Oil
Add to cartHYPATIA of Alexandria (c. 355 CE – 415 CE)
Hypatia of Alexandria is the earliest woman philosopher, astronomer, and mathematician whose legacy has survived. Her teaching attracted students from wealthy and influential families, including the future bishop Synesius of Cyrene, whose letters “To the Philosopher” are some of our few primary sources about Hypatia.
She succeeded her father, the Greek mathematician Theon, as head of his Neoplatonist school.
After living and teaching peacefully amidst dangerous religious conflict, Hypatia drew the ire of enemies who resented the accomplishment of a woman – and hated that a “pagan” had become the era’s preeminent astronomer and mathematician.
Math is hard.
Bishop Cyril of Alexandria needed only to spread slanderous rumors to provide sufficient pretext for the parabalani – a violent militia of Christian monks – to savagely torture and murder an unarmed scholar. Some say they hacked her to death with clay roofing tiles; some say they wielded oyster shells. Either way, the cowards were satisfied they had silenced her.
Following this atrocity, Hypatia’s work was disparaged and her writings were “lost.”
Hypatia is not forgotten.
The ancient philosopher and astronomer is memorialized on Earth (presolar meteorite fragment “Hypatia” stone), on the Moon (Hypatia crater, Rimae Hypatia), and in the heavens (main-belt asteroid 238 Hypatia).
Synesius of Cyrene Drags Athens in a Letter to his Brother
…may the accursed ship-captain perish who brought me here! Athens has no longer anything sublime except the country’s famous names! Just as in the case of a victim burnt in the sacrificial fire, there remains nothing but the skin to help us to reconstruct a creature that was once alive – so ever since philosophy left these precincts, there is nothing for the tourist to admit except the Academy, the Lyceum, and – by Zeus! – the Decorated Porch which has given its name to the philosophy of Chrysippus.
Today Egypt has received and cherishes the fruitful wisdom of Hypatia. Athens used to be the dwelling place of the wise: today the beekeepers alone bring it honor.
Rose water and a mineralic, star-dappled blend of white musk, crystalline amber, and sweet oud.
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I am All in a Sea of Wonders Perfume Oil
Out of Stock“I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt. I fear. I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!”
A delirium of mortal and immortal terror: frankincense, white oud, tolu balsam, champaca absolute, cannabis accord, and silvery amber.
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Imose-Yama Perfume Oil
Out of StockTea roses and rose absolute, amber, fleur de lait, white sandalwood, peonies, and broom absolute.
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Imp Pack: Amber Perfume Oil
Out of Stock–Bastet
Luxuriant amber, warm Egyptian musk, fierce saffron and soft myrrh, almond, cardamom and golden lotus.–Brisingamen
A glittering mantle of rich golden notes: five ambers, soft myrtle, apple blossom and carnation.–Haunted
Soft golden amber darkened with a touch of murky black musk.–Mouse’s Long and Sad Tale
Vanilla, two ambers, sweet pea and white sandalwood.–The Little Wooden Doll
Rose-infused amber and soft golden sandalwood.–Tamora
Amber, heliotrope, golden sandalwood, peach blossom and vanilla bean. -
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Implacable Beautiful Tyrant Hair Gloss
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.
4oz bottle.
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Inez Perfume Oil
Add to cartGolden amber, vanilla musk, myrrh, cedar, carnation, and red sandalwood.
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Inside the Golden Amber of Her Eyeballs Perfume Oil
Out of StockA ghost, though invisible, still is like a place
your sight can knock on, echoing; but here
within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze
will be absorbed and utterly disappear:just as a raving madman, when nothing else
can ease him, charges into his dark night
howling, pounds on the padded wall, and feels
the rage being taken in and pacified.She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen
into her, so that, like an audience,
she can look them over, menacing and sullen,
and curl to sleep with them. But all at onceas if awakened, she turns her face to yours;
and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny,
inside the golden amber of her eyeballs
suspended, like a prehistoric fly.
– Rainer Maria RilkeSleek black fur and gleaming amber shining in the shadows, a rumble of myrrh, and claws as sharp as ti leaf.
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It’s All I Have to Bring Today Perfume Oil
Out of StockIt’s all I have to bring today –
This, and my heart beside –
This, and my heart, and all the fields –
And all the meadows wide –
Be sure you count – should I forget
Some one the sum could tell –
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
– Emily DickinsonWildflowers, honey, and amber-flecked spring breezes.
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Its Own Sweet Will is Heaven’s Will Perfume Oil
Out of StockConsidering that, all hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence
And learns at last that it is self-delighting,
Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,
And that its own sweet will is Heaven’s will
– WB Yeats
Self-delighting radical innocence: amber-haloed fig fruit and caramelized chestnut with rose resin, clove bud, cardamom, and galbanum.
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Judgmental Longhorn Perfume Oil
Add to cartHe knows what you’ve been up to. Sweet tonka, smoked vanilla, benzoin, labdanum, amber, hay absolute, cacao absolute, and soft brown musk.
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Kaidan Perfume Oil
Add to cartYoungest of The Paradigm, when Kaidan recites the ghost stories of Japanese legend, she brings their spectral warriors to life.
Rosehip, plum blossom, white sandalwood, jonquil, and amber-laden incense.
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La Pluie d’or Léon Perfume Oil
Add to cartDivine gold: yellow champa, white tea, lightning-struck amber, sparkling honey, frankincense, pearlescent orris, and skin musk.
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Le Lèthè Perfume Oil
Select OptionsViens sur mon coeur, âme cruelle et sourde,
Tigre adoré, monstre aux airs indolents;
Je veux longtemps plonger mes doigts tremblants
Dans l’épaisseur de ta crinière lourde;Dans tes jupons remplis de ton parfum
Ensevelir ma tête endolorie,
Et respirer, comme une fleur flétrie,
Le doux relent de mon amour défunt.Je veux dormir! dormir plutôt que vivre!
Dans un sommeil aussi doux que la mort,
J’étalerai mes baisers sans remords
Sur ton beau corps poli comme le cuivre.Pour engloutir mes sanglots apaisés
Rien ne me vaut l’abîme de ta couche;
L’oubli puissant habite sur ta bouche,
Et le Léthé coule dans tes baisers.À mon destin, désormais mon délice,
J’obéirai comme un prédestiné;
Martyr docile, innocent condamné,
Dont la ferveur attise le supplice,Je sucerai, pour noyer ma rancoeur,
Le népenthès et la bonne ciguë
Aux bouts charmants de cette gorge aiguë
Qui n’a jamais emprisonné de coeur.– – –
Come, lie upon my breast, cruel, insensitive soul,
Adored tigress, monster with the indolent air;
I want to plunge trembling fingers for a long time
In the thickness of your heavy mane,To bury my head, full of pain
In your skirts redolent of your perfume,
To inhale, as from a withered flower,
The moldy sweetness of my defunct love.I wish to sleep! to sleep rather than live!
In a slumber doubtful as death,
I shall remorselessly cover with my kisses
Your lovely body polished like copper.To bury my subdued sobbing
Nothing equals the abyss of your bed,
Potent oblivion dwells upon your lips
And Lethe flows in your kisses.My fate, hereafter my delight,
I’ll obey like one predestined;
Docile martyr, innocent man condemned,
Whose fervor aggravates the punishment.I shall suck, to drown my rancor,
Nepenthe and the good hemlock
From the charming tips of those pointed breasts
That have never guarded a heart.Red musk and sweat-damp golden skin musk with labdanum, golden amber, nutmeg, tobacco absolute, black orchid, and hemlock accord.
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Leave Marks Perfume Oil
Add to cart[CW: rough sex, consensual violence, superficial injury]
Bruised violet candy fading into yellow amber.
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Lilith De Milo Perfume Oil
Out of StockA lesser-known work of art in vibrant 21st century polychrome: vanilla cream, coconut, fossilized amber, and white sandalwood.
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Lion Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe dry, glorious warmth of the Savannah. A golden, spiced amber, proud, regal and ferocious.
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Liquid Gold is in the Air Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe thistledown’s flying, though the winds are all still,
On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,
The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot;
Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot.The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread,
The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.
The fallow fields glitter like water indeed,
And gossamers twitter, flung from weed unto weed.Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
And the rivers we’re eying burn to gold as they run;
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.
– John ClareLiquid gold cascading over parched earth: three glittering ambers, golden oud, golden apple, saffron, and orange blossom honey with vanilla husk and gilded cedar.
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Lizardfolk Park Ranger Perfume Oil
Select OptionsThe scent of ancient trees, vast shadowed canyons, rocky snow-tipped peaks, and rushing rivers, with notes of pine needle, oak bark, sweet birch, stream-polished stones, lichen, dark mosses, nootka, hazelnut, rivulets of amber, and blackcurrant bud.
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Lucy’s Eyes Perfume Oil
Out of Stock“Lucy’s eyes in form and colour; but Lucy’s eyes unclean and full of hell-fire, instead of the pure, gentle orbs we knew. At that moment the remnant of my love passed into hate and loathing; had she then to be killed, I could have done it with savage delight.
Unclean and full of hell-fire: a pulsing infernal amber, shot through with lilac-blue, bloodshot and blazing.
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Machu Picchu Perfume Oil
Select OptionsSweet tropical fruits burst through deep, wet rainforest boughs, enormous steamy blossoms, over thin mountaintop breezes, mingled with the soft, rich golden scent of Peruvian amber.
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Manhattan Perfume Oil
Select OptionsSexuality, power, confidence. A meeting of modern, sleek elegance and rich, passionate history: sheer amber, black leather, white mint, lemon peel, white tea, grapefruit, kush, teakwood and orchid.
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Margaret Magdalena Muffinhead Perfume Oil
Add to cartLast week, our puppy, Maggie, went in for a routine spay. Today we found out that she has a potentially catastrophic infection, and she was rushed to emergency for exploratory surgery. The regular and emergency vet bills are massive (and climbing) so we’re doing a fundraiser for her to ensure that we are able to afford the care she needs.
Miss Margaret Magdalena is a chocolate lab baby so her perfume is a thick, smoky fudge brownie scent with a heavy handful of coffee beans. She has golden eyes with a hint of green, so I added a bit of caramelized amber and green cardamom.
Once we cover her medical bill, all proceeds from this scent above the cost of manufacture will be donated to Red Rover, an organization that shelters and cares for animals displaced by disaster and reconnects pets with their owners, rescues and cares for animals saved from abuse situations, and helps people to obtain urgent veterinary care. In addition, Red Rover works with domestic violence shelters to help survivors of domestic violence and their pets escape abusive environments together.
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Mirror of the Famous Generals of Japan Perfume Oil
Out of StockLeather, black pepper, cassis, khus, and black amber.
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Misericordia Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe Misericordia, or Tristis, are vampires that are consumed with a longing to regain their lost humanity, some to the point of being driven mad by the desire to be human once more. The shock of their transition into vampirism and the rejection they faced from friends and loved ones was devastating, and it compromises their ability to find solace and comfort. Unlike the Transeo, Misericordia cannot merge into human society, but are relegated by their own grief to the position of outsiders. Their inherent melancholy and morose temperaments make it difficult for them to cultivate relationships with either humans or vampires. Most vampires treat the Misericordia with a fair amount of derision, and they are sometimes hunted by Interfectors who see the perspective of the Misericordia as an affront to their way of thinking.
Eons of grief and unending hunger: magnolia, black currant, castoreum accord, lavender, labdanum, amber, rose otto, and opoponax.
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Molly, The Reaper of Justice Perfume Oil
Add to cartWhite lime with lily of the valley, oudh, Himalayan cedar, nagarmotha, and tobacco for the sheen of raven feathers, and saffron, white honey, and amber for her fierceness, strength, and courage.
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Mommy’s Little MI6 Agent Pefume Oil
Out of StockLilith learning the art of spycraft at Deutsches Spionagemuseum.
A pre-teen superspy’s secret identity: white pear, apple pulp, golden musk, and fossilized amber.
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Moon When The Cherries Turn Black Perfume Oil
Out of StockIn my old home
Which I forsook, the cherries
Are in bloom.
– Kobayashi IssaInk-black cherries immersed in murky, gleaming black musk, threaded with dried blackcurrant, tobacco absolute, and smoked amber.
Art by Drew Rausch!
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Moons of Saturn: Telesto Perfume Oil
Out of StockOne of the Oceanids, the Three-Thousand Daughters of Tethys and Oceanus. Draped in a sun-bright peplos of flowing champaca, Bengal oudh, golden vanilla, neroli, and amber cream, she personifies divine blessings. -
Moscow Perfume Oil
Out of StockA rich, bold blend of imperial rose, carnation, lush jasmine, lily of the valley, dark musk, amber, bergamot and gilded tangerine.
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Mouse’s Long and Sad Pumpkin Perfume Oil
Out of StockVanilla-infused pumpkin, two ambers, sweet pea and white sandalwood.
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Mouse’s Long and Sad Tale Perfume Oil
Select Options‘Fury said to a
mouse, That he
met in the
house,
“Let us
both go to
law: I will
prosecute
YOU. –Come,
I’ll take no
denial; We
must have a
trial: For
really this
morning I’ve
nothing
to do.”
Said the
mouse to the
cur, “Such
a trial,
dear Sir,
With
no jury
or judge,
would be
wasting
our
breath.”
“I’ll be
judge, I’ll
be jury,”
Said
cunning
old Fury:
“I’ll
try the
whole
cause,
and
condemn
you
to
d
e
a
t
h
.”Vanilla, two ambers, sweet pea and white sandalwood.
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Mouse’s Long and Sad Tale Silk Soap
Out of StockVanilla, two ambers, sweet pea and white sandalwood.
Olive Oil, Organic Unrefined Shea Butter, Virgin Organic Coconut Oil, Castor Oil, Distilled Water, Sodium Hydroxide, Silk Peptide, Purple Brazilian Clay, Titanium Dioxide, Pink Brazilian Clay
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My Country Perfume Oil
Out of StockI love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me!
– Dorothea MackellarHer far horizons, her jewel-sea: a rose-tinted sunset of amber salt spray azure musk.
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Nanny Ashtoreth Perfume Oil
Add to cartShe wore a knit tweed suit and discreet pearl earrings. Something about her might have said nanny, but it said it in an undertone of the sort employed by British butlers in a certain type of American film. It also coughed discreetly and muttered that she could well be the sort of nanny who advertises unspecified but strangely explicit services in certain magazines.
Middle Eastern flowers, amber, honey, blood red-berries, whip leather, and polished paddle wood.
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Native Gold Perfume Oil
Out of StockA solemn paean to the dreams, destruction, despair, and delusions of the Gold Rush: sarsaparilla, cedar, and tobacco glittering with a Fool’s Gold bounty of brittle amber and mineralic aldehydes.
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Nautical Twilight Perfume Oil
Out of StockA fiery deepening gloom, or the last dregs of shadow before dawn: black pomegranate, black lilac, indigo blossom, amber, orange peel, bergamot, velvet myrrh, and eucalyptus blossom.
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Neko No Koi Hair Gloss
Out of StockIt’s enviable.
The gracefulness of
The cat’s love.
– Ochi EtsujinHoney-dusted amber, tonka bean, and clove.
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No One is Above the Law Perfume Oil
Out of StockOn December 18, 2019, the House voted to impeach Donald Trump, passing its first two articles of impeachment: one for abuse of power, and the other for obstruction of justice.
“Our children and their children will ask us what did you do? What did you say? For some this vote may be hard. But we have a mission and a mandate to be on the right side of history.” – John Lewis
There’s still much left to do. We all have a mission and mandate to be on the right side of history: get out and protest, call your reps, and for the love of all things decent and good, make sure you do not sit idly by while the Republican-controlled Senate destroys the Republic. Pressure your Senators to do the right thing, even if that may seem like an uphill battle. Write to your representatives, join every protest, take to the streets. Together, we can make a difference.
Proceeds benefit the ACLU.
A burst of sunlight dissolving the smoke-thick thunderclouds of corruption, hubris, greed, and cruelty: golden amber, sweet bergamot, fresh cut grass, broom flower, hay, orange blossom honey, labdanum, red benzoin, and vanilla.
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Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements Perfume Oil
Out of StockPolished tortoiseshell, ivory, and mahogany gleaming with amber cream.
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O Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe scent of sexual obsession, slavery to sensual pleasure, and the undercurrent of innocence defiled utterly. Amber and honey with a touch of vanilla.
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October 32nd Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe scent of Eternal October: leaves fluttering against a thick wool sweater, the cool amber glow of an autumn sunset, dollops of thick cream swirling in black tea.
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Odic Force Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe desire to inflict a mortal wound on the monster, Superstition, which, from a similar origin, a few centuries ago, inflicted on European society so vast an amount of misery, and by whose influence not hundreds, but thousands, of innocent persons died in tortures, on the rack and at the stake; — the desire made me wish to make the experiment, if possible, of bringing a highly sensitive person, by night, to a churchyard. I thought it possible that they might see, over graves where mouldering bodies lay, something like that which Billing had seen.
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Odic Force Perfume Oil 2021
Out of StockThe desire to inflict a mortal wound on the monster, Superstition, which, from a similar origin, a few centuries ago, inflicted on European society so vast an amount of misery, and by whose influence not hundreds, but thousands, of innocent persons died in tortures, on the rack and at the stake; — the desire made me wish to make the experiment, if possible, of bringing a highly sensitive person, by night, to a churchyard. I thought it possible that they might see, over graves where mouldering bodies lay, something like that which Billing had seen.
Eucalyptus blossom, lime rind, and white mint coalescing into a green-tinged amber glow.
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Old Scratch Perfume Oil
Select OptionsOld Nick, the Devil himself, as seen through the eyes of Victorian New England. A jaunty, dapper scent, deceptively genteel: a lavender fougere with tonka, amber, rosewood and a whiff of diabolical patchouli.
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One Perfect Day Perfume Oil
Out of StockYou did not need to creep into my heart
The way you did. You could have smiled
And knowing what you did, you have kept apart
From all my inner soul. But you beguiled
Deliberately.
—Alice Dunbar-Nelson
Honeyed tea rose, lavender water, red benzoin, bois de rose, and rose amber. -
Overlooking the Garden Perfume Oil
Out of StockWhile we were at Versailles, there was a bomb threat on the premises, and we were unable to see the garden due to the evacuation. It’s difficult to convey how challenging and heartbreaking it has been to explain things like this to Lilith, from shooter drills at school to bomb threats in palaces. We live in difficult times.
A perfume of hope for a brighter tomorrow: sun-dappled amber, yesterday’s rain, and fresh-cut grass.
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Pallid Bat Perfume Oil
Out of StockI want my rooftop filled with Pallid Bats. Not only are they cute as hell, but their favored meal is the Arizona bark scorpion, whose sting is the most venomous to be found in North America.
Bats > Scorpions
(Sorry, Scorpios!)Tea leaf, bourbon, a sting of white ginger, and Italian bergamot swirled in amber incense smoke.
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Peep Show Hair Gloss
Out of StockNeon strawberry, pink peppercorn, viscous white honey amber, and a smear of Brazilian vetiver.
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Pegasus Junk Perfume Oil
Out of StockWhite tea, Mysore sandalwood, orris concrete, rice absolute, hinoki wood, and amber.
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Penny Rolle Perfume Oil
Add to cartIf it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. I ain’t broke.
…and you bastards ain’t never going to break me.
Red sandalwood, shea, sweet patchouli, cardamom, pecan, and caramelized amber.
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Plum Blossom Twig Hair Gloss
Out of StockPlum blossom, wild plum, labdanum, wildflower honey, and creamy lemon amber.
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Pollution Perfume Oil
Add to cart“Excuse me,” barked Tyler. “Is that your crisp packet?”
“Oh, it’s not just mine,” said the boy. “It’s everybody’s.”
R.P. Tyler drew himself up to his full height. “Young man,’ he said, “how would you feel if I came over to your house and dropped litter everywhere?”
Pollution smiled, wistfully. ‘Very, very pleased,’ he breathed.
“Oh, that would be wonderful.”
Beneath his bike an oil slick puddled a rainbow on the wet road.
A toxic chypre: radioactive green musk, davana, and oozing white amber.
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Pomegranate Perfume Oil
Out of StockFor my part, I prefer my heart to be broken.
It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.Night-black pomegranate juice and shards of glittering amber.
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Portrait of Magdaleine Pinceloup de la Grange née de Parseval Perfume Oil
Add to cartJean-Baptiste Perronneau
An aristocratic 18th century French perfume dabbed on lilac velvet, gently purring with soft grey amber and feline musk, and tinkling with tiny golden bells. Grasse jasmine and rose otto nestled in ambergris accord, frankincense, white sandalwood, bourbon vanilla, cardamom, amber, coriander, and galbanum.
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Queen Butterfly Perfume Oil
Out of StockLady Butterfly
perfumes her wings
by floating over this orchidRusset amber and orange blossom honey, red labdanum and wild plum, golden musk and a rustle of patchouli root.
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Radiation Fog Perfume Oil
Out of StockNot nearly as nuclear as it sounds: a swirl of gentle aquatic notes evaporating against pale amber sunlight.
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Randegg In The Snow With Ravens Perfume Oil
Out of StockOtto Dix
Frosted Oman frankincense, russet brick, lemon amber, cedarwood, Moroccan almond, and gnarled, snow-laden oak. -
Right Atrium Perfume Oil
Out of StockReceiving and holding deoxygenated blood: luminous amber and white tea, cherry blossom and cashmere wood.
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Sapphics Perfume Oil
Out of StockAll the night sleep came not upon my eyelids,
Shed not dew, nor shook nor unclosed a feather,
Yet with lips shut close and with eyes of iron
Stood and beheld me.Then to me so lying awake a vision
Came without sleep over the seas and touched me,
Softly touched mine eyelids and lips; and I too,
Full of the vision,Saw the white implacable Aphrodite,
Saw the hair unbound and the feet unsandalled
Shine as fire of sunset on western waters;
Saw the reluctantFeet, the straining plumes of the doves that drew her,
Looking always, looking with necks reverted,
Back to Lesbos, back to the hills whereunder
Shone Mitylene;Heard the flying feet of the Loves behind her
Make a sudden thunder upon the waters,
As the thunder flung from the strong unclosing
Wings of a great wind.So the goddess fled from her place, with awful
Sound of feet and thunder of wings around her;
While behind a clamour of singing women
Severed the twilight.Ah the singing, ah the delight, the passion!
All the Loves wept, listening; sick with anguish,
Stood the crowned nine Muses about Apollo;
Fear was upon them,While the tenth sang wonderful things they knew not.
Ah the tenth, the Lesbian! the nine were silent,
None endured the sound of her song for weeping;
Laurel by laurel,Faded all their crowns; but about her forehead,
Round her woven tresses and ashen temples
White as dead snow, paler than grass in summer,
Ravaged with kisses,Shone a light of fire as a crown for ever.
Yea, almost the implacable Aphrodite
Paused, and almost wept; such a song was that song.
Yea, by her name tooCalled her, saying, “Turn to me, O my Sappho;”
Yet she turned her face from the Loves, she saw not
Tears for laughter darken immortal eyelids,
Heard not about herFearful fitful wings of the doves departing,
Saw not how the bosom of Aphrodite
Shook with weeping, saw not her shaken raiment,
Saw not her hands wrung;Saw the Lesbians kissing across their smitten
Lutes with lips more sweet than the sound of lute-strings,
Mouth to mouth and hand upon hand, her chosen,
Fairer than all men;Only saw the beautiful lips and fingers,
Full of songs and kisses and little whispers,
Full of music; only beheld among them
Soar, as a bird soarsNewly fledged, her visible song, a marvel,
Made of perfect sound and exceeding passion,
Sweetly shapen, terrible, full of thunders,
Clothed with the wind’s wings.Then rejoiced she, laughing with love, and scattered
Roses, awful roses of holy blossom;
Then the Loves thronged sadly with hidden faces
Round Aphrodite,Then the Muses, stricken at heart, were silent;
Yea, the gods waxed pale; such a song was that song.
All reluctant, all with a fresh repulsion,
Fled from before her.All withdrew long since, and the land was barren,
Full of fruitless women and music only.
Now perchance, when winds are assuaged at sunset,
Lulled at the dewfall,By the grey sea-side, unassuaged, unheard of,
Unbeloved, unseen in the ebb of twilight,
Ghosts of outcast women return lamenting,
Purged not in Lethe,Clothed about with flame and with tears, and singing
Songs that move the heart of the shaken heaven,
Songs that break the heart of the earth with pity,
Hearing, to hear them.
—Algernon Charles SwinburneTonka, oakmoss, tolu balsam, grey amber, myrrh, and muguet.
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Saturday Morning Perfume Oil
Out of StockSunny amber, coconut milk, squished grass, lavender oil, a chomp of lemongrass, and a poof of dandelion.
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Scarecrow Turned Philosopher Perfume Oil
Out of StockOnce I said to a scarecrow, “You must be tired of standing in this
lonely field.”And he said, “The joy of scaring is a deep and lasting one, and I
never tire of it.”Said I, after a minute of thought, “It is true; for I too have
known that joy.”Said he, “Only those who are stuffed with straw can know it.”
Then I left him, not knowing whether he had complimented or belittled
me.A year passed, during which the scarecrow turned philosopher.
And when I passed by him again I saw two crows building a nest
under his hat.
– Kahlil GibranCorn husks waving on an autumn breeze, beams of amber sunlight, hay bales, and late summer wildflowers.
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Seth Perfume Oil
Add to cartSudanese myrrh, papyrus, champaca flower, black lotus, amber, and honeyed leather.
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Seven Word Story: Wrath Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe subject of our latest #BPAL7wordstory contest was WRATH. The winning entry was submitted by Miss Paulette:
The poison worked slowly, to her delight.
Bitter almond swirled into black patchouli, with red amber, rum absolute, and lemon peel.
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Shadow Perfume Oil
Add to cart“How the hell did you find me here?” he asked his dead wife.
She shook her head slowly, amused. “You shine like a beacon in a dark world,” she told him. “It wasn’t that hard…”
Grey oudh and bay rum luminous with amber.
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Sin Perfume Oil
Select OptionsThouroughly corrupted: amber, sandalwood, black patchouli and cinnamon.
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Skeletons Dancing to a Tune Perfume Oil
Out of StockAnd skeletons dancing to a tune;
And cries of children stifled soon;
And over all a blood-red moon
A dull and nightmare size.
They woke, and sought to go their ways,
Yet everywhere they met her gaze,
Her fixed and burning eyes.Dry white sandalwood with a flicker of amber, blood musk, and red pepper.
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Slate-Black Clouds Tumbled Over Eden Perfume Oil
Add to cartSlate-black curtains tumbled over Eden. Thunder growled among the hills. The animals, freshly named, cowered from the storm. Far away, in the dripping woods, something bright and fiery flickered among the trees. It was going to be a dark and stormy night.
Clouds massing east of Eden: a rapidly darkening sky blasted by thundercrack of ozone, blast of cold, black rain, punctuated by a thin flicker of amber.
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Sleeping Cat Perfume Oil
Add to cartWilliam Menzies Coldstream
Get comfy, you won’t be going anywhere for a while! Sweet, soft, somnambulant amber.
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Snow Lion Perfume Oil
Add to cartSavannah-golden spiced amber shimmering under a stark white mane of splintered ice.
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Song of Hope Perfume Oil
Out of StockO sweet To-morrow! –
After to-day
There will away
This sense of sorrow.
Then let us borrow
Hope, for a gleaming
Soon will be streaming,
Dimmed by no gray –
No gray!While the winds wing us
Sighs from The Gone,
Nearer to dawn
Minute-beats bring us;
When there will sing us
Larks of a glory
Waiting our story
Further anon –
Anon!Doff the black token,
Don the red shoon,
Right and retune
Viol-strings broken;
Null the words spoken
In speeches of rueing,
The night cloud is hueing,
To-morrow shines soon –
Shines soon!
– Thomas HardyA warm amber carnation with patchouli root, ambergris accord, balsam of Peru, vanilla absolute, black pepper, clove husk, ochre leather, and pimento berry.
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Sorcerer Perfume Oil
Select OptionsA golden, sparking surge of raw, wild magic: waves of amber, frankincense, red cacao, blood orange, and lavender touched by demonic incense and dragon’s blood.
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Spellbound Perfume Oil
Out of StockPerfectly enchanting! An irresistibly sexual, utterly rapturous blend of three roses, radiant amber, and sensual red musk.
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Sunyashniki Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe 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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Swing Carousel Perfume Oil
Out of StockBrian: “I’m not afraid of heights, but I am reasonably afraid of landing, and I have what I feel is a legitimate concern about rickety old carnival rides. I kinda hate carnival rides, but I’ll do it for Lilith.”
Lilith: “Mom says this ride is called a Swing Carousel, but she also calls it a Barf Ride. She wouldn’t go on it, but my dad and my Unkie did. We went on it, and it’s pretty much where you’re sitting in a flying seat. When we were stopped, I couldn’t reach the ground with my feet. I love this ride. The swing is kinda like one of those baby things you have at the park, with the bar for the babies. It’s like those swings, but crazy and way up high. We ate cheesy hot dogs and got hot chocolate right next to the ride, too.”
Bright orange peel and osmanthus with polished cedar, rings of burnished amber, sweet incense, and gingerbread.
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Tamora Perfume Oil
Out of StockAmber, heliotrope, golden sandalwood, peach blossom and vanilla bean.
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Tenochtitlan Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe greatest of all Aztec cities, and capital of their empire. Amber, hyssop, coriander, epazote, Mexican sage, prickly pear and Mexican tulip poppy.
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The Air and the Ether Perfume Oil
Out of StockBut on what could an impression be left? An impression of such a nature becomes a material thing and implies a material nexus, however subtle. So far as we know there are only two things there, the air and the ether. The air is a mobile thing and could not carry a permanent impression. But is the ether a mobile thing? It is pictured as a most delicate medium with vibrating currents flowing in it, but it seems to me that a most tenuous jelly with quivers and thrills would be a closer analogy. We could conceive the whole material universe embedded in and interpenetrated by this subtle material, which would not necessarily change its position since it is too fine for wind or any coarser material to influence it. I feel that I am rushing in where even Lodges fear to tread, but if it should prove to be as I suggest then we should have that permanent screen on which shadows are thrown. The block of ether upon the stairs is the same that it always was, and so conveys the impression from the past.
– the Edge of the Unknown, Arthur Conan Doyle
Gentle, almost imperceptible, permeating all things: pale amber vibrating with ambergris and a thread of lavender.
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The Air and the Ether Perfume Oil
Out of StockBut on what could an impression be left? An impression of such a nature becomes a material thing and implies a material nexus, however subtle. So far as we know there are only two things there, the air and the ether. The air is a mobile thing and could not carry a permanent impression. But is the ether a mobile thing? It is pictured as a most delicate medium with vibrating currents flowing in it, but it seems to me that a most tenuous jelly with quivers and thrills would be a closer analogy. We could conceive the whole material universe embedded in and interpenetrated by this subtle material, which would not necessarily change its position since it is too fine for wind or any coarser material to influence it. I feel that I am rushing in where even Lodges fear to tread, but if it should prove to be as I suggest then we should have that permanent screen on which shadows are thrown. The block of ether upon the stairs is the same that it always was, and so conveys the impression from the past.
– the Edge of the Unknown, Arthur Conan Doyle
Gentle, almost imperceptible, permeating all things: pale amber vibrating with ambergris and a thread of lavender.
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The Carousel Perfume Oil
Add to cartCalliope music played: a Strauss waltz, stirring and occasionally discordant. The wall as they entered was hung with antique carousel horses, hundreds of them, some in need of a lick of paint, others in need of a good dusting; above them hung dozens of winged angels constructed rather obviously from female store-window mannequins; some of them bared their sexless breasts; some had lost their wigs and stared baldly and blindly down from the darkness.
And then there was the carousel.
A sign proclaimed it was the largest in the world, said how much it weighed, how many thousand lightbulbs were to be found in the chandeliers that hung from it in Gothic profusion, and forbade anyone from climbing on it or from riding on the animals.
And such animals! Shadow stared, impressed in spite of himself, at the hundreds of full-sized creatures who circled on the platform of the carousel. Real creatures, imaginary creatures, and transformations of the two: each creature was different. He saw mermaid and merman, centaur and unicorn, elephants (one huge, one tiny), bulldog, frog and phoenix, zebra, tiger, manticore and basilisk, swans pulling a carriage, a white ox, a fox, twin walruses, even a sea serpent, all of them brightly colored and more than real: each rode the platform as the waltz came to an end and a new waltz began. The carousel did not even slow down.
“What’s it for?” asked Shadow. “I mean, okay, world’s biggest, hundreds of animals, thousands of lightbulbs, and it goes around all the time, and no one ever rides it.”
“It’s not there to be ridden, not by people,” said Wednesday. “It’s there to be admired. It’s there to be.”
A place of power and possibility, of gods diabolical and celestial: glowing amber and heady cinnamon, the green of growing things and the white of thunderclaps, sweet myrrh and sacred styrax, forest moss and blood-soaked battlefields, papyrus and clay, rose petals, wildflowers, abbatoirs, and honey.
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The Cherry-Tree Carol Perfume Oil
Out of StockWhen Joseph was an old man,
An old man was he,
He married Virgin Mary
The Queen of Galilee.
He married Virgin Mary
The Queen of Galilee.Joseph and Mary walked
Through an orchard good,
There were cherries, there were berries,
As red as any blood.
There were cherries, there were berries,
As red as any blood.Then Mary spoke to Joseph
So meek and so mild:
“Joseph, gather me some cherries,
For I am with child.”
“Joseph, gather me some cherries,
For I am with child.”Then Joseph grew in anger,
In anger grew he,
“Let the father of thy baby
Gather cherries for thee!
“Let the father of thy baby
Gather cherries for thee!Then Jesus spoke a few words,
A few words spoke he:
“Let my mother have some cherries,
Bow low down, cherry tree.”
“Let my mother have some cherries,
Bow low down, cherry tree.”The cherry tree bowed low down,
Bowed low down to the ground,
And Mary gathered cherries
While Joseph stood around.
And Mary gathered cherries
While Joseph stood around.Then Joseph took Mary
All on his right knee,
“My Lord, what have I done?
Have mercy on me.”
“My Lord, what have I done?
Have mercy on me.”Then Joseph took Mary
All on his left knee,
“Pray tell me, little Baby,
When thy birthday will it be?
“Pray tell me, little Baby,
When thy birthday will it be?“On the Sixth day of January
My birthday it will be,
And the stars in the elements
Will tremble with glee.”
And the stars in the elements
Will tremble with glee.”As Joseph was a-walking
He heard an angel sing,
“Tonight shall be the birth time
Of Christ our Heav’nly King.”
“Tonight shall be the birth time
Of Christ our Heav’nly King.”“He neither shall be born
In house nor in hall,
Nor in the place of Paradise,
But in an ox’s stall.”
Nor in the place of Paradise,
But in an ox’s stall.”“He neither shall be clothed
In purple nor in cloth,
But in the bare white linen
That useth babies all.”
But in the bare white linen
That useth babies all.”“He neither shall be rocked
In silver nor in gold,
But in a wooden manger
That rests upon the mold.”
But in a wooden manger
That rests upon the mold.”As Joseph was a-walking
And an angel did sing,
And Mary’s child at midnight
Was born to be our King.
And Mary’s child at midnight
Was born to be our King.Then be ye glad ye people
This night of all the year,
And light ye up your candles
For his star it shineth clear.
And light ye up your candles
For his star it shineth clear.Cherrywood, frankincense, amber, red berries, cherries, white rose petals, and myrrh.
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The Crescent Moon Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe mystery of divine virginity, insemination, and the cradle of all birth. Fertility, wise counsel, and the gift of true wisdom.
Gleaming amber and copal with white sage and sheer juniper.
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The Dream is Big Enough for Everyone Perfume Oil
Out of StockWe believe that the American dream is big enough for everyone, for people of all races and religions, for men and women, for immigrants, for LGBT people and for people with disabilities. For everyone.
Lilith at the Women’s March DTLA, 2018.
Nasty Woman? Nah, Nasty Tween: honeyed fig and sugar-dusted patchouli, sweet amber oud, a drop of red currant, and vanilla cream.
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The Emperor’s Rams Perfume Oil
Out of StockTwin symbols of Aries, signifying courage and aggression: dragon’s blood resin, red peppercorn, red poppy, red musk, and red amber.
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The Eternal Queen Perfume Oil
Out of StockA whisper of names: Nandi, Dido, Clytemnestra, Hatshepsut, Merneith, Olga of Kiev, Boudicca, Urraca the Reckless, Makeda, Sasaban, Semiramis, Rabodoandrianampoinimerina, Theodora, Julia Agrippina, Wu Zeitan, Irene Sarantapechaina, Elizabeth. She is every queen that has ever walked on this Earth, and every queen that shall come. She rules the past, the present, and the future; she is the archetypical sovereign, the amalgamation of feminine power – dark and light – throughout all of mankind’s history.
White gardenia and tuberose with ambergris accord, vegetal vanilla musk, bourbon vanilla, and amber incense.
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The Fairy Lovers Perfume Oil
Out of StockTheodor von Holst
Pearl gardenia, artemisia, moonflower, and creamy vanilla flower with velvet rose, crimson labdanum, and moonlit amber, dancing above dewy, pale mosses. -
The Governing Dark’s Begun Perfume Oil
Out of StockIt freezes – all across a soundless sky
The birds go home. The governing dark’s begun:
The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun;
The ultimate dark wherein the race shall die.
Death, with his evil finger to his lip,
Leers in at human windows, turning spy
To learn the country where his rule shall lie
When he assumes perpetual generalship.
The undefeated enemy, the chill
That shall benumb the voiceful earth at last,
Is master of our moment, and has bound
The viewless wind it-self. There is no sound.
It freezes. Every friendly stream is fast.
It freezes; and the graven twigs are still.
– Hilaire Belloc
The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun: leaden opoponax and black patchouli obfuscating a dim glimmer of amber, frozen by eucalyptus, silent under a shadowed shroud of blackcurrant.
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The Great He-Goat Perfume Oil
Out of StockFrancisco Goya
Haitian vetiver, Egyptian amber, carnation, black musk, pomegranate, patchouli, and smoked ginger.
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The Houses At The Back – Frosty Morning Perfume Oil
Out of StockGeorge Clausen
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The Little Wooden Doll Perfume Oil
Select Options“My little Vasilissa, my dear daughter, listen to what I say, remember well my last words and fail not to carry out my wishes. I am dying, and with my blessing, I leave to thee this little doll. It is very precious for there is no other like it in the whole world. Carry it always about with thee in thy pocket and never show it to anyone. When evil threatens thee or sorrow befalls thee, go into a corner, take it from thy pocket and give it something to eat and drink. It will eat and drink a little, and then thou mayest tell it thy trouble and ask its advice, and it will tell thee how to act in thy time of need.” So saying, she kissed her little daughter on the forehead, blessed her, and shortly after died.
Little Vasilissa grieved greatly for her mother, and her sorrow was so deep that when the dark night came, she lay in her bed and wept and did not sleep. At length she be thought herself of the tiny doll, so she rose and took it from the pocket of her gown and finding a piece of wheat bread and a cup of kvass, she set them before it, and said: “There, my little doll, take it. Eat a little, and drink a little, and listen to my grief. My dear mother is dead and I am lonely for her.”
Then the doll’s eyes began to shine like fireflies, and suddenly it became alive. It ate a morsel of the bread and took a sip of the kvass, and when it had eaten and drunk, it said:
“Don’t weep, little Vasilissa. Grief is worst at night. Lie down, shut thine eyes, comfort thyself and go to sleep. The morning is wiser than the evening.” So Vasilissa the Beautiful lay down, comforted herself and went to sleep, and the next day her grieving was not so deep and her tears were less bitter.
Gently carved wood warm with a maternal love that reaches beyond death: rose-infused amber and soft golden sandalwood.
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The Morning Star Among the Living Perfume Oil
Add to cartThou wert the morning star among the living,
Ere thy fair light had fled;
Now, having died, thou art as Hesperus, giving
New splendor to the dead.
– Plato’s epigrams on Aster and Agathon
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The Mystic Moon Perfume Oil
Out of StockAt midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.A sultry summer midnight: a honey-yellow amber moon hangs over an intoxicating cluster of honeysuckle and night-blooming jasmine.
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The Naturally Possible and Impossible Perfume Oil
Out of StockThis has occurred in my presence on four occasions in darkness. The test conditions under which they took place were quite satisfactory, so far as the judgment was concerned; but ocular demonstration of such a fact is so necessary to disturb our pre-formed opinions as to “the naturally possible and impossible,” that I will here only mention cases in which the deductions of reason were confirmed by the sense of sight.
On one occasion I witnessed a chair, with a lady sitting on it, rise several inches from the ground. On another occasion, to avoid the suspicion of this being in some way performed by herself, the lady knelt on the chair in such a manner that its four feet were visible to us. It then rose about three inches, remained suspended for about ten seconds, and then slowly descended. At another time two children, on separate occasions, rose from the floor with their chairs, in full daylight, under (to me) most satisfactory conditions; for I was kneeling and keeping close watch upon the feet of the chair, and observing that no one might touch them.
The most striking cases of levitation which I have witnessed have been with Mr. Home, on three separate occasions have I seen him raised completely from the floor of the room. Once sitting in an easy chair, once kneeling on his chair, and once standing up. On each occasion I had full opportunity of watching the occurrence as it was taking place.
There are at least a hundred recorded instances of Mr. Home’s rising from the ground, in the presence of as many separate persons, and I have heard from the lips of the three witnesses to the most striking occurrence of this kind – the Earl of Dunraven, Lord Lindsay, and Captain C. Wynne – their own most minute accounts of what took place. To reject the recorded evidence on this subject is to reject all human testimony whatever; for no fact in sacred or profane history is supported by a stronger array of proofs
The accumulated testimony establishing Mr. Homes levitations is overwhelming. It is greatly to be desired that some person, whose evidence would be accepted as conclusive by the scientific world – if indeed there lives a person whose testimony in favour of such phenomena would be taken – would seriously and patiently examine the alleged facts. Most of the eyewitnesses to these levitations are now living, and would, doubtless, be willing to give their evidence. But, in a few years, such direct evidence will be difficult, if not impossible, to be obtained.
– Notes of an Enquiry into the Phenomena called Spiritual during the years 1870-1873, William Crookes
Well-worn leather, bay rum, vetiver, cigar smoke, and amber oudh.
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The Night is Waning Away Perfume Oil
Out of StockBut to the chamber which lies most westwardly of the seven, there are now none of the maskers who venture; for the night is waning away; and there flows a ruddier light through the blood-colored panes; and the blackness of the sable drapery appals; and to him whose foot falls upon the sable carpet, there comes from the near clock of ebony a muffled peal more solemnly emphatic than any which reaches their ears who indulge in the more remote gaieties of the other apartments. But these other apartments were densely crowded, and in them beat feverishly the heart of life.
Night-blooming jasmine and cereus reflected through ruddy musk and crimson amber.
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The Pleasure of Aristocra