Aquatic
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Bayou Perfume Oil
Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageA lazy, warm deep green scent with a thick aquatic undertone: Spanish moss, evergreen and cypress with watery blue-green notes and an eddy of hothouse flowers and swamp blooms.
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Imp Pack: Aquatic Perfume Oil
Out of Stock–Bayou
Spanish moss, evergreen and cypress with watery blue-green notes and an eddy of hothouse flowers and swamp blooms.–Cthulhu
A creeping, wet, slithering scent, dripping with seaweed, oceanic plants and dark, unfathomable waters.–Lady of Shalott
Bold gardenia, crystalline musk, muguet, water blossoms, clear, slightly tart aquatic notes and a crush of white ginger.–R’lyeh
A hellishly dark aquatic scent, evocative of fathomless oceanic deeps, the mysteries of madness buried under crushing black waters, and the brooding eternal evil that lies beneath the waves.–The Sea Foams Milk
Milk cresting on an ocean wave.–Sea of Glass
A scent of inimitable purity, crystalline grace, and limitless light. -
Kumari Kandam Perfume Oil
Out of Stock This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageThe hollow scent of a vast antediluvian civilization, now frozen and buried, smothered by a thick sheet of ice and trapped deep beneath the ocean. Thick incense, clay, stone, and hothouse blooms with a spike of frost, a hint of decay, and heavy, dolorous aquatic notes.
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La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente Perfume Oil
Out of Stock This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageMy limbs are wasted with a flame,
My feet are sore with traveling,
For, calling on my Lady’s name,
My lips have now forgot to sing.O Linnet in the wild-rose brake
Strain for my Love thy melody,
O Lark sing louder for love’s sake,
My gentle Lady passeth by.She is too fair for any man
To see or hold his heart’s delight,
Fairer than Queen or courtesan
Or moonlit water in the night.Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,
(Green leaves upon her golden hair!)
Green grasses through the yellow sheaves
Of autumn corn are not more fair.Her little lips, more made to kiss
Than to cry bitterly for pain,
Are tremulous as brook-water is,
Or roses after evening rain.Her neck is like white melilote
Flushing for pleasure of the sun,
The throbbing of the linnet’s throat
Is not so sweet to look upon.As a pomegranate, cut in twain,
White-seeded, is her crimson mouth,
Her cheeks are as the fading stain
Where the peach reddens to the south.O twining hands! O delicate
White body made for love and pain!
O House of love! O desolate
Pale flower beaten by the rain!Soft, lush myrtle and dry, sweet melilot with wild rose, pomegranate juice and peach blossom against a background of deep aquatic notes and a twirl of melancholy autumn breezes.