Apple Blossom
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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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Baobhan Sith Perfume Oil
Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageThe ghostly White Women of the Scottish highlands. They seduce unwary travelers by night with their unearthly beauty and mesmerizing dancing. They engage their victims in a wild, hypnotic dance, and once they reach exhaustion, exsanguinate their partners with their vampiric kiss. Grapefruit, white tea, apple blossom and ginger.
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Brisingamen Perfume Oil
Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageThe 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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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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Ladon Perfume Oil
Out of Stock This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageThe hundred-headed dragon that guards the garden of the Hesperides: dragon’s blood resin, golden apple, apple blossom, white musk and hyacinth.
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Sjöfn Perfume Oil
Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageSeventh is Sjofn. She is much concerned to direct people’s minds to love, both women and men. Our song to the Norse Goddess of Love is scented with apples and birch and bound with apple blossoms.
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Xanthe, the Weeping Clown Perfume Oil
Add to cartFrom the corner of your eye, you see what seems to be a swirl of pale, translucent spirits. Ghostly in form, their faces are masks of pain and fury. Their insubstantial bodies churn and roil around a hissing, wailing clown. Her greasepaint is smeared with tears, and her fanged crimson mouth is turned down in a vicious scowl while blood drips from her lips. Her costume is torn and threadbare, and a steel-bright glint around her waist draws your eyes to an arsenal of razors, knives, and cleavers hanging from her belt. She swats futilely at the spirits as she shoves and scratches her way through the crowd.
Guava, orange peel, white pepper, spun sugar and apple blossom.