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  • Apple Cider Candle

    A crisp, bright, boozy cider.

    8oz candle, white wax in black glass.

     

     

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    Apple Sugar Perfume Oil

    Winesap apples and golden sugar.

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  • Apples & Honey Candle

    8oz candle, white wax in black glass.

     

     

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  • Bobbing for Ball Gags Perfume Oil

    Black leather, honeyed amber, and a bite of apple.

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  • Bobbing for Daddy Perfume Oil

    The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Get it? Fall! Our ongoing collaboration with the pro-wrestler EFFY has taken a decidedly seasonal turn, conjuring fantasies of apple picking, polishing, nibbling, and even a bit of juicing if the mood is right. Blended together with DADDY’s signature notes of diabolical incense, bay rum and a hiss of infernal fougere, this is one hayride you won’t want to miss.

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  • Bobbing for Smut Perfume Oil

    Three booze soaked apples soaked in smutty musks and sugar.

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  • Bobbing for Snake Oil Perfume Oil

    Our best-selling fragrance gets dunked: apples crushed into vintage patchouli, dark, rich, aged vanilla absolute, vegetal musk, and spices.

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    Caramel Apple Cookie Perfume Oil

    Brown sugar cookies with fat chunks of cinnamon-dusted apple and swirls of caramel.

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    Coral Snake Perfume Oil

    Snake Oil with blood orange, blood apple, lemon peel, plumeria, and red gardenia.

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    Cottonmouth Perfume Oil

    Snake Oil with linden blossom, calla lily, passion flower, and narcissus.

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  • Desire Perfume Oil

    The overwhelming agony of passion crystallized into a singularly dark and magnetic blend: bittersweet neroli, black patchouli and black musk, gilded by apple, bergamot, blood red rose, teak, and vanilla.

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  • Dwarven Ale Perfume Oil

    Brewed with fermented mushrooms, pumpkin rind, honey, and apple rootstock.

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    Harvest Apple Soap

    Hay bales, squished apples, strips of apple peel, and a swig of scotch. This soap has been polished with bright shades of blush, crimson, and spring green.

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  • Harvest Moon 2020 Perfume Oil

    Harvest Moon is celebrated in almost every culture, and the bounty of the season is marked in a myriad of ways. Harvest Moon touches the Equinox, the festival of Janus, the culmination of Homowo, the “crying of the neck” in Cornwall, and the Women’s Festival of the Moon. This is a day that celebrates abundance and beauty, fertility and progress, and the light of this full moon blesses new undertakings and reunites lost loves.

    The Harvest Moon, by definition, is the Full Moon that falls closest to the Autumnal Equinox, and thus, it shares some of that Sabbat’s characteristics. This Full Moon was thus named because it rises within half an hour of the sun’s setting, in the Northern Hemisphere, and at this time farmers are able to work longer into the night by the light of this Moon. As the year draws to a close, the Full Moon rises an average of fifty minutes later each night, with the exception of a few nights surrounding the Harvest Moon, which only rises 10-30 minutes later. This moon is also, to the human eye, the fullest and largest of the year’s Moons, hanging gloriously huge, yellow and low in the night sky, and many lunar illusions play tricks our eyes at this time.

    The Harvest ushers in many celebrations, including the Equinox and the Festival of Janus, God of Doors. Janus is the Roman Lord of Gateways, beginnings and endings, and transitions. Thus, the Harvest Moon is a time for blessing new ventures, the onset of new and progressive phases in one’s life, and rites of passage into adulthood. This time of year also marks one of the Festivals of Dionysus, Lord of Ecstasy and the Vine.

    This Harvest lunacy combines the autumnal scents of dry leaves, mulling spices, balsam fir, pine needles, cedar, juniper berry, clove, saffron, damson plum, white sage, yarrow, and lily twined with Dionysus’ sacred grapes and ivy, a bounty of apple, black fig, and pumpkin, and the amaranth and lingum aloes of Janus, all touched by a gentle breath of festival woodsmoke and sweet wine

    The accompanying Lunacy Tee can be found here!

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  • Harvest Moon 2022 Perfume Oil

    This Harvest lunacy combines the autumnal scents of dry leaves, mulling spices, balsam fir, pine needles, cedar, juniper berry, clove, saffron, damson plum, white sage, yarrow, and lily twined with Dionysus’ sacred grapes and ivy, a bounty of apple, black fig, and pumpkin, and the amaranth and lingum aloes of Janus, all touched by a gentle breath of festival woodsmoke and sweet wine.

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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  • Honeyed Apple Perfume Oil

    Slices of apple dipped in golden honey.

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    Knecht Ruprecht Perfume Oil

    I came here from the forest
    I tell you, it is a very holy night!
    All over the tips of the firs
    I saw bright flashes of golden light;
    And from above, the gates of heaven
    I saw with open eyes the Christ-child
    and as I wander through the dark forest
    I hear a light voice calling me.
    “Knecht Ruprecht” it called, “Old man
    Lift your legs and hurry! Fast!

    The candles alight
    the gates of heaven open wide
    old and young
    shall rest from the hunt of life
    and tomorrow I shall fly to earth
    as it shall be Christmas again!”

    I said: “O dear master, Christ
    My trip is almost at an end;
    It is only this one town / where the children are good”.
    “Do you have your sack with you?”
    I said: “The sack, it is here;
    apples, nuts and almonds
    solemn children do enjoy”.
    “Do you also have your cane?”
    I said: “The cane, it is here.
    But only for the bad children,
    to hit their right rear”.

    The Christ-child spoke: “That is good;
    So go with god my faithful servant!”
    I came here from the forest
    I tell you, it is a very holy night!
    Speak now how I find it here
    Are the children good or bad?

    The snow-covered foliage of the Black Forest and the fruit and woods of apple and almond trees.

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    Knecht Ruprecht Perfume Oil

    I came here from the forest
    I tell you, it is a very holy night!
    All over the tips of the firs
    I saw bright flashes of golden light;
    And from above, the gates of heaven
    I saw with open eyes the Christ-child
    and as I wander through the dark forest
    I hear a light voice calling me.
    “Knecht Ruprecht” it called, “Old man
    Lift your legs and hurry! Fast!

    The candles alight
    the gates of heaven open wide
    old and young
    shall rest from the hunt of life
    and tomorrow I shall fly to earth
    as it shall be Christmas again!”

    I said: “O dear master, Christ
    My trip is almost at an end;
    It is only this one town / where the children are good”.
    “Do you have your sack with you?”
    I said: “The sack, it is here;
    apples, nuts and almonds
    solemn children do enjoy”.
    “Do you also have your cane?”
    I said: “The cane, it is here.
    But only for the bad children,
    to hit their right rear”.

    The Christ-child spoke: “That is good;
    So go with god my faithful servant!”
    I came here from the forest
    I tell you, it is a very holy night!
    Speak now how I find it here
    Are the children good or bad?

    The snow-covered foliage of the Black Forest and the fruit and woods of apple and almond trees.

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    Nibble Nibble Gnaw Perfume Oil

    Looking down, you see a scattering of breadcrumbs strewn on the packed soil and straw at your feet. A waft of candied apple and pancakes embraces you, as you follow the crumbs on the path. The scent intensifies: sugared nuts, crushed candies, hot gusts of chocolate, and you find yourself standing before a small booth constructed of cakes, pastries, sweet breads, and a cascade of candy tiles. Shards of clear sugar glint in the ambient firelight of the Midway, and an old woman emerges from the shadows within. She extends a gnarled hand to you and rasps, “Oh, you dear, what has brought you here? You look like skin and bones; a strong gust of wind would spirit you into the air. Do come in, and visit with me. No harm shall happen to you.”

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    October 33rd Perfume Oil

    Don’t mind us, we’re just distorting time beyond all recognition to wring the last drop of fun out of the season.

    Spiced bourbon apples, pumpkin soufflé, the dregs of your last PSL of the season, and a handful of candy corn.

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  • Poisoned Apple Perfume Oil

    The queen stepped before her mirror:

    Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
    Who in this land is fairest of all?

    The mirror answered:

    You, my queen, are fair; it is true.
    But Little Snow-White with the seven dwarfs
    Is a thousand times fairer than you.

    When the queen heard this, she shook and trembled with anger, “Snow-White will die, if it costs me my life!” Then she went into her most secret room — no one else was allowed inside — and she made a poisoned, poisoned apple. From the outside it was red and beautiful, and anyone who saw it would want it. Then she disguised herself as a peasant woman, went to the dwarfs’ house and knocked on the door.

    Snow-White peeped out and said, “I’m not allowed to let anyone in. The dwarfs have forbidden it most severely.”

    “If you don’t want to, I can’t force you,” said the peasant woman. “I am selling these apples, and I will give you one to taste.”

    “No, I can’t accept anything. The dwarfs don’t want me to.”

    “If you are afraid, then I will cut the apple in two and eat half of it. Here, you eat the half with the beautiful red cheek!” Now the apple had been so artfully made that only the red half was poisoned. When Snow-White saw that the peasant woman was eating part of the apple, her desire for it grew stronger, so she finally let the woman hand her the other half through the window. She bit into it, but she barely had the bite in her mouth when she fell to the ground dead.

    The queen was happy, went home, and asked her mirror:

    Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
    Who in this land is fairest of all?

    And it answered:

    You, my queen, are fairest of all.

    A perfect, lovely, gleaming red apple whose sweetness masks a swirl of narcotic opium, oleander, and hemlock.

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  • Prairie Witch Perfume Oil

    For those who move among the dead-hearted creating, caring and inventing.

     

    Pumpkin rind and wild grasses, bourbon-soaked apples, tonka bean, smoked vetiver, and a mulled brew of star anise, clove, and black peppercorn.

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    Pure Applesauce Perfume Oil

    King vs Burwell

    The Court claims that the Act must equate federal and state establishment of Exchanges when it defines a qualified individual as someone who (among other things) lives in the “State that established the Exchange,” 42 U.S.C. 18032(f)(1)(A). Otherwise, the Court says, there would be no qualified individuals on federal Exchanges, contradicting (for example) the provision requiring every Exchange to take the ” ‘interests of qualified individuals’ ” into accountwhen selecting health plans. Ante, at 11 (quoting 18031(e)(1)(b)). Pure applesauce.

    Our applesauce is decidedly impure: mashed apples with sugar and honey, slivered with tobacco tar and black tea.

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    Roof Goblins Perfume Oil

    This cabin has roof goblins, and they’re going to steal your apples and milk.

    Honeycrisp apples and sugared milk.

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    Salma Perfume Oil

    Crisp linen, a smudge of ballpoint pen ink, soap-touched skin, apple shampoo, and effervescent science fair experiment residue.

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    Sjöfn Perfume Oil

    Seventh 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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    Snow Moon 2019 Perfume Oil

    The cold earth slept below;

    Above the cold sky shone…

     

    Some consider December’s full moon to be Snow Moon, but the cold, bleak white silence of February also bears the name. Snowfall is at its heaviest, food is scarce, the past year’s harvest has been exhausted, and driving winds, sleet, and bitter cold make hunting near-impossible. It is a desolate time, a solitary time, a time of conservation and introspection; in February, we are confronted with loneliness and want, and are challenged to find strength in the darkness.

    Snow, endless snow, and a glimmer of hope illuminated by the reflection of Brigid’s flame. Snowdrops pushing through a pale white blanket of crystalline musk, pale white frozen apples, white tea leaf, yuzu, and angelica root.

    To purchase a Snow Moon t-shirt, scoot on over here!

    Artwork by Caldecott-winning illustrator and author and all-around amazing human being and bestest of friends, Dan Santat.

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    The Fox Sisters Perfume Oil

    For the sake of continuity the subsequent history of the Fox sisters will now be given after the events at Hydesville. It is a remarkable, and to Spiritualists a painful, story, but it bears its own lesson and should be faithfully recorded. When men have an honest and whole-hearted aspiration for truth there is no development which can ever leave them abashed or find no place in their scheme.

    For some years the two younger sisters, Kate and Margaret, gave séances at New York and other places, successfully meeting every test which was applied to them. Horace Greeley, afterwards a candidate for the United States presidency, was, as already shown, deeply interested in them and convinced of their entire honesty. He is said to have furnished the funds by which the younger girl completed her very imperfect education.

    During these years of public mediumship, when the girls were all the rage among those who had no conception of the religious significance of this new revelation, and who concerned themselves with it purely in the hope of worldly advantage, the sisters exposed themselves to the enervating influences of promiscuous séances in a way which no earnest Spiritualist could justify. The dangers of such practices were not then so clearly realized as now, nor had it occurred to people that it is unlikely that high spirits would descend to earth in order to advise as to the state of railway stocks or the issue of love affairs. The ignorance was universal, and there was no wise mentor at the elbow of these poor pioneers to point the higher and the safer path. Worst of all, their jaded energies were renewed by the offer of wine at a time when one at least of them was hardly more than a child. It is said that there was some family predisposition towards alcoholism, but even without such a taint their whole procedure and mode of life were rash to the last degree. Against their moral character there has never been a breath of suspicion, but they had taken a road which leads to degeneration of mind and character, though it was many years before the more serious effects were manifest.

    Some idea of the pressure upon the Fox girls at this time may be gathered from Mrs. Hardinge Britten's* description from her own observation. She talks of “pausing on the first floor to hear poor patient Kate Fox, in the midst of a captious, grumbling crowd of investigators, repeating hour after hour the letters of the alphabet, while the no less poor, patient spirits rapped out names, ages and dates to suit all comers.” Can one wonder that the girls, with vitality sapped, the beautiful, watchful influence of the mother removed, and harassed by enemies, succumbed to a gradually increasing temptation in the direction of stimulants?

    —Arthur Conan Doyle

    Deception and despair: rose geranium and tea roses with mahogany wood, bourbon vanilla, and apple peel.

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    Verdandi Perfume Oil

    Necessity

    Deep herbs and apple with black amber.

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    Wooden Recorder With Fruits, Skull, Books, And A Feather Perfume Oil

    Harmen Steenwijck
    Leather, polished elder wood, and bleached bone with a glut of peaches, apples, cherries, and wine grapes.

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  • Yabluchnyk Perfume Oil

    A 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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