Cardamom
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13 Perfume Oil
Out of Stock13 is significant, whether you consider it lucky, unlucky or just plain odd. Many believe it to be unfortunate…
…because there were 13 present at the Last Supper.
…Loki crashed a party of 12 at Valhalla, which ended in Baldur’s death.
…Oinomaos killed 13 of Hippodamia’s suitors before Pelops finally, in his own shady way, defeated the jealous king.
…In ancient Rome, Hecate’s witches gathered in groups of 12, the Goddess herself being the 13th in the coven.Concern over the number thirteen echoes back beyond the Christian era. Line 13 was omitted form the Code of Hammurabi.
The shivers over Friday the 13th also have some interesting origins:
…Christ was allegedly crucified on Friday the 13th.
…On Friday, October 13, 1307, King Philip IV of France ordered the arrests of Jaques de Molay, Grand Master of the Knights Templar, and sixty of his senior knights.
…In British custom, hangings were held on Fridays, and there were 13 steps on the gallows leading to the noose.To combat the superstition, Robert Ingersoll and the Thirteen Club held thirteen-men dinners during the 19th Century. Successful? Hardly. The number still invokes trepidation to this day. A recent whimsical little serial killer study showed that the following murderers all have names that total thirteen letters:
Theodore Bundy
Jeffrey Dahmer
Albert De Salvo
John Wayne GacyAnd, with a little stretch of the imagination, you can also fit “Jack the Ripper” and “Charles Manson” into that equation.
More current-era paranoia: modern schoolchildren stop their memorization of the multiplication tables at 12. There were 13 Plutonium slugs in the atomic bomb that was dropped on Nagasaki. Apollo 13 wasn’t exactly the most successful space mission. All of these are things that modern triskaidekaphobes point to when justifying their fears.
For some, 13 is an extremely fortuitous and auspicious number…
…In Jewish tradition, God has 13 Attributes of Mercy. Also, there were 13 tribes of Israel, 13 principles of Jewish faith, and 13 is considered the age of maturity.
…The ancient Egyptians believed that there were 12 stages of spiritual achievement in this lifetime, and a 13th beyond death.
…The word for thirteen, in Chinese, sounds much like the word which means “must be alive”.Thirteen, whether you love it or loathe it, is a pretty cool number all around.
…In some theories of relativity, there are 13 dimensions.
…It is a prime number, lucky number, star number, Wilson Prime, and Fibonacci number.
…There are 13 Archimedean solids.AND…
…There were 13 original colonies when the United States were founded.Says a lot about the US, doesn’t it?
I am exhausted by current events and worldwide so this 13 is just the warmest, cheeriest goddamn thing I could come up with right now. I need cheering, and dollars to donuts, you probably do, too. Five chocolates, ranging from sweet to smoky, with white sugar, brown sugar, cardamom, coconut, vanilla marshmallow, hazelnut, candied pralines, and Madagascar vanilla.
Here’s to a happy 2020 filled with warmth, love, good fortune, safety, and kindness.
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A Meal Interrupted Perfume Oil
Out of StockCucumber, melon, lettuce leaf, cardamom, green musk, green spring onion, black pepper, and sesame seed.
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A Noiseless Patient Spider Perfume Oil
Out of StockA noiseless patient spider,
I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
– Walt WhitmanA scent inspired by my baby, Walt Whitman, and Tom Bloom’s BPAL promotional video for the 2021 Lilith series. Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul: strands of night-speckled iris, soft lavender, ti leaf, and white sandalwood, tremulous with dew and green cognac, against a warm backdrop of bourbon vetiver, tonka, myrrh, and cardamom.
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A Tattooed Woman Embraces the God of Thunder Perfume Oil
Out of StockSilken red musk, black leather accord, patchouli, Malaysian oudh, cardamom, and vetiver.
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Absinthe Perfume Oil
Select OptionsFall under the spell of our Green Fairy! An intoxicating blend containing wormwood essence, light mints, cardamom, anise, hyssop, and the barest hint of lemon.
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Angst Perfume Oil
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At Martynesmasse I Kylle My Swine
Out of StockNo swine-killing happens around these parts! BPAL is chock full o’vegans and vegetarians. We’re swine-cuddlers, not swine-killers.
A feast of nuts: acorns, hazelnuts, chestnuts, and walnuts sweetened with brown sugar, honey accord (it’s vegan!), and a dusting of cardamom.
Proceeds from the sale of this scent benefit Feeding America, the largest hunger-relief organization in the United States.
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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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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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Behind the Veils Perfume Oil
Add to cartBlood-red light cascades through languorous folds of sheer cloth. Hell-bright embers breathe into the gloom as billowing ribbons of thick, dark incense wrap their tendrils of smoke around your body like the curious hands of a lover.
Heady red musk, myrrh and honey, drops of cinnamon and crushed cardamom pod, the taste of opium-laced black wine, sweet oudh, and threads of saffron.
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Blackcurrant Glogg Perfume Oil
Out of StockA sweet, dark ember of winter pleasure: port wine, brandy, and bourbon simmered with white sugar, cardamom, cinnamon, clove, orange peel, and wild blackcurrant.
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Brangwy Perfume Oil
Add to cartBlackcurrant and cardamom with peru balsam, patchouli, leather, and oudh.
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Cadences and Shakes Perfume Oil
Out of StockSir, — After sitting for a short time in darkness, we heard raps on the table and on our chairs, after which the whole room vibrated powerfully. The medium, Mr. Herne, was entranced, but was unable to speak. Mr. Kent then described a female spirit as standing behind Mrs. Berry, with arms extended over her head. Mr. Kent took a concertina from the table, and after playing a few airs, Mrs. Berry requested our invisible friends to whistle an accompaniment, which they immediately did through Mr. Kent I the most magnificent manner I ever heard. Every air which was asked for was at once played, and cadences and shakes were whistled in the most finished style. “Home, sweet home!” was the last air played, and a lovely accompaniment like the singing of birds was given by the invisibles. This terminated a most interesting séance.
– M. Pearson, 5 July 1870The tittering whistles of phantasms: rosewood and rose geranium prickled with pink peppercorn, cardamom, white sandalwood, and frankincense.
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Café Mille et une Nuits Perfume Oil
Add to cartShisha and thick coffee brewed with cardamom pods, cinnamon, clove, black pepper, and nutmeg.
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Cardamom Cream Pumpkin Cake Perfume Oil
Out of StockThick lumps of pumpkin cake with cardamom-cream frosting and a dusting of cinnamon.
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Clémence Perfume Oil
Add to cartPatchouli, Kashmiri tea, cardamom, black pepper, carnation, and clove.
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Crane Moon 2022 Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe crane which cries
as it heads toward the reeds
by Poetry Bay –
why can it not return
to that place beyond the clouds
– Shunzei
The thudding beat of powerful alabaster wings: bourbon vanilla, blackened sandalwood, Himalayan cedar, cardamom, orris root, ambergris accord, and drops of cacao.
Art by Drew Rausch.
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Crib Girls Perfume Oil
Out of StockSituated on of the lowest rungs in the Red Light District’s hierarchy, the crib girls solicited from their windows and doorways, entertaining their clients in sparsely furnished, dingy two-room apartments.
Seven honeys under one unkempt roof, with fiery-tart cubeb and dusty cardamom.
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Ecstatic Dancing Penises Perfume Oil
Out of StockBalsam, sweet benzoin, mahogany, tomato leaf, 3-year aged patchouli, and cardamom.
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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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Financial Stability Perfume Oil
Out of StockMaking money is one thing – holding onto it is a whole ‘nuther beast. This oil is a magnetic, grounding prosperity oil to be used in order to safeguard investments, hold onto assets, and create lasting security through prosperity.
Among other things, this oil contains irish moss, patchouli, cedar, lucky hand root, rectified cade, cardamom, alfalfa, bergamot, and tobacco.
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Gluwein Perfume Oil
Out of StockWarm red wine spiced with cinnamon sticks, cardamom, vanilla beans, clove, lemon and orange rind, bay leaf, and honey.
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Good Ship Venus Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe third mate’s name was Morgan
By God he was a gorgon
From half past eight he played till late
Upon the captain’s organThe rest of the lyrics are too bawdy for me to post outside of a Lupercalia warning.
Salt-crusted wooden planks warmed by cardamom, 7-year aged patchouli, tonka bean, mace, and black pepper.
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Hammy Northern Mockingbird Perfume Oil
Add to cartA dusty, dry woody scent that manages to be surprisingly flamboyant: white sandalwood, violet leaf, orris root, cardamom pod, and Texas cedar.
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Hare Moon 2023 Perfume Oil
Add to cartIn the black furrow of a field
I saw an old witch-hare this night;
And she cocked a lissome ear,
And she eyed the moon so bright,
And she nibbled of the green;
And I whispered “Wh-s-st! witch-hare,”
Away like a ghostie o’er the field
She fled, and left the moonlight there.
– Walter De La Mare
A scent for the Shadow Between the Hedgerows: hay absolute, red benzoin, clove bud, brown sandalwood, balsam, hops, cardamom, German chamomile, and cacao ambrette.
Art by Drew Rausch!
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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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Here we Come A-Wassailing Perfume Oil
Out of StockHere we come a-wassailing
Among the leaves so green;
Here we come a-wand’ring
So fair to be seen.Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail too;
And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year
And God send you a Happy New Year.Our wassail cup is made
Of the rosemary tree,
And so is your beer
Of the best barley.We are not daily beggars
That beg from door to door;
But we are neighbours’ children,
Whom you have seen before.Call up the butler of this house,
Put on his golden ring.
Let him bring us up a glass of beer,
And better we shall sing.We have got a little purse
Of stretching leather skin;
We want a little of your money
To line it well within.Bring us out a table
And spread it with a cloth;
Bring us out a mouldy cheese,
And some of your Christmas loaf.God bless the master of this house
Likewise the mistress too,
And all the little children
That round the table go.Good master and good mistress,
While you’re sitting by the fire,
Pray think of us poor children
Who are wandering in the mire.Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail too;
And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year
And God send you a Happy New Year.Pray think of the poor children who are wandering in the mire. Warmth, safety, and succor: soft leather, clove, and smoked cardamom with vanilla bean, roasted apples, dried cranberries, winter rosemary, dried figs, and gingered rum.
Proceeds from the sale of this scent benefit RAICES.
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I Wish I Were Your Mirror Perfume Oil
Out of StockI wish I were your mirror
so that you always looked at me.
I wish I were your garment
so that you would always wear me.
I wish I were the water that washes your body.
I wish I were the unguent, O Woman,
that I could anoint you.
And the band around your breasts,
and the beads around your neck.
I wish I were your sandal
that you would step on me.
– Papyrus Anakreon: K. Preisendanz, AnacreonA hint of sadomasochism in Ancient Egypt: lily water, myrrh, and cardamom with southernwood, cassia, white sand, papyrus reeds, and frankincense.
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In Silvery Accents, Whispering Low Perfume Oil
Add to cartIn silvery accents, whispering low – A happy, happy Christmastide
A rumbling purr: cardamom-infused coffee bean, myrrh smoke, vanilla bean, fir needle, and warm, velvet spices.
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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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Kobold Barista Perfume Oil
Select OptionsDungeoneering is exhausting, and sometimes the watered-down ale at the local tavern just slows you down. Before you head out on your next adventure, slather yourself in this fiery brew: freshly brewed coffee with ginger, nutmeg, cardamom, black pepper, cloves, cinnamon, and cream.
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Let America Be America Again Perfume Oil
Add to cartLet America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed-
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean-
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today-O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home-
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”The free?
Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay-
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.O, let America be America again-
The land that never has been yet-
And yet must be-the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine-the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME-
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.Sure, call me any ugly name you choose-
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath-
America will be!Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain-
All, all the stretch of these great green states-
And make America again!
– Langston HughesO, let America be America again – the land that never has been yet: waving green grasses, purple-hued amber, smoked sandalwood, bay rum, clove bud, cardamom, and black pepper.
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Lycanthrope for Your Life Perfume Oil
Add to cartHey look, it’s that TikTok queen who only performs live once in a full moon.
Cardamom-infused whiskey, fig cream, honey, and marshmallow fluff.
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Mama-Ji Perfume Oil
Add to cartShadow saw the old woman, her dark face pinched with age and disapproval, but behind her he saw something huge, a naked woman with skin as black as a new leather jacket, and lips and tongue the bright red of arterial blood. Around her neck were skulls, and her many hands held knives, and swords, and severed heads.
Spices, cardamom, nutmeg, and flowers.
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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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Nephilim Perfume Oil
Select OptionsDark children conceived from the union of Fallen Angels and the Daughters of Men. According to lore, the angel Shemhazai led a group of his angels to earth to instruct mankind in the ways of piety and righteousness. After a time, the angels became prey to earthly desires and began to lust after the daughters of man, and thus they fell. They instructed their mortal mates in the arts of conjuration, summoning, necromancy and other magickal arts. The fruits of their union are the Nephilim: possessed of superhuman strength, cunning, and infinite capacity, and hunger for, sin. Venerated as heroes by some, vilified by most, the Nephilim eventually annihilated one another in a cataclysmic civil war instigated by the angel Gabriel as punishment for their transgressions.
Holy frankincense and hyssop in union with earthy fig, defiled by black patchouli and vetiver, with a chaotic infusion of lavender, cardamom, tamarind, rosemary, oakmoss and cypress.
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Nightingale Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe national bird of Ukraine. A lovely and powerful song translated into scent: toasted bourbon vanilla, sweet oats and honey, cardamom, and cream.
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Patientia Bath Oil
Out of StockSandalwood, benzoin, cardamom, calamus, palmarosa, and sage.
Patience and perseverance have a magical effect before which difficulties disappear and obstacles vanish. — John Quincy Adams
8oz Bottle
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Penis Penetrating a Vagina in a Pickle Barrel Perfume Oil
Out of StockLemon peel, lemon leaf, white musk, white tea, cardamom, petitgrain, star anise, and raw ginger.
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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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Perfectly Normal Childhood Perfume Oil
Out of StockOne night, I turned around and saw that Lilith was wearing a rubber mask and wielding an aluminum baseball bat. It wasn’t Halloween, it wasn’t anything. It was just a kid in a rubber mask with a baseball bat. I don’t even know where the mask came from.
Sugar and spice and… an aluminum baseball bat. There was no context for her outfit, so there’s no context for this scent: spun sugar, vanilla marshmallows, cardamom, and cake batter.
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Pink Lovebird Perfume Oil
Add to cartCotton candy, cardamom, and confetti cake.
Crafted to be layered and worn with Green Lovebird, but can also be enjoyed solo.
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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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Pumpkin Spice Everything Soap
Out of StockLiterally everything. Pumpkin spice it all. This soap is gently sprinkled with traditional spices: cinnamon, cardamom, allspice, and clove.
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Romans 13:8 Perfume Oil
Add to cartOwe no man any thing, but to love one another: for he that loveth another hath fulfilled the law.
Almond, wild fig, red rose petals, cardamom, and oudh.
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Roses, Pearls and Diamonds Perfume Oil
Select OptionsThe youngest, who was the very picture of her father for courtesy and sweetness of temper, was withal one of the most beautiful girls ever seen. As people naturally love their own likeness, this mother even doted on her eldest daughter and at the same time had a horrible aversion for the youngest–she made her eat in the kitchen and work continually.
Among other things, this poor child was forced twice a day to draw water above a mile and a-half off the house, and bring home a pitcher full of it. One day, as she was at this fountain, there came to her a poor woman, who begged of her to let her drink.
“Oh! ay, with all my heart, Goody,” said this pretty little girl; and rinsing immediately the pitcher, she took up some water from the clearest place of the fountain, and gave it to her, holding up the pitcher all the while, that she might drink the easier.
The good woman, having drunk, said to her:
You are so very pretty, my dear, so good and so mannerly, that I cannot help giving you a gift.” For this was a fairy, who had taken the form of a poor country woman, to see how far the civility and good manners of this pretty girl would go. “I will give you for a gift,” continued the Fairy, “that, at every word you speak, there shall come out of your mouth either a flower or a jewel.”
When this pretty girl came home her mother scolded her for staying so long at the fountain.
“I beg your pardon, mamma,” said the poor girl, “for not making more haste.”
And in speaking these words there came out of her mouth two roses, two pearls, and two diamonds.
Red roses, dazzling crystalline musks, and pearlescent coconut-tinged orris.
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Sebaceous Lacerations Perfume Oil
Out of StockAs I wrote last year, Lilith began experimenting with SFX makeup when the pandemic first hit. This is one of their more…sebaceous lacerations. I love the sickly yellowing on the edges of the slashes. I can’t recall if this one was part of a zombie attack or street brawl.
Bruise-yellow neroli and clove bud with champaca orchid, cardamom, and an oleaginous dollop of balsam.
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Snake Smut Perfume Oil
Out of StockI made a little treat for myself: Snake Oil and Smut with leather accord, cardamom, and 7-year aged patchouli.
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So Weit Gebracht, Daß Wir Bei Nacht Perfume Oil
Out of StockSo weit gebracht,
Daß wir bei Nacht
Allvater heimlich singen!
Doch ist es Tag,
Sobald man mag
Ein reines Herz dir bringen.
Du kannst zwar heut,
Und manche Zeit,
Dem Feinde viel erlauben.
Die Flamme reinigt sich vom Rauch:
So reinge unsern Glauben!
Und raubt man uns den alten Brauch,
Dein Licht, wer will es rauben?Thus far ’tis right,
That we by night
Our Father’s praises sing;
Yet when ’tis day,
To Thee we may
A heart unsullied bring.
‘Tis true that now.
And often, Thou
Favourest the foe in fight.
As from the smoke is freed the blaze,
So let our faith burn bright!
And if they crush our olden ways,
Who e’er can crush Thy light?Hearts unsullied: red sandalwood, olibanum, white cedar, palmarosa, myrrh, vanilla husk, and cardamom.
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The Emperor’s Scepter Perfume Oil
Out of StockFormed into the crux ansata, symbolizing his absolute power over life and death: golden myrrh, calamus, iris root, and cardamom.
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The Fool’s Dog Perfume Oil
Out of StockSometimes playfully walking with the Fool, sometimes tugging on his stockings, sometimes attacking in a pack, sometimes tearing the ass out of his pants, sometimes chomping him right on the nuts: feral and tame, guardian and hunter, loyalty and opposition. Sometimes guiding the Fool off the cliff and other times warning him of dangers ahead.
A warm canine musk, trampled grass, a gleam of ivory-white fang, cardamom pod, and crushed yew.
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The Legerdemain Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe twilight in between the stage performer and the Magus; the sleight of hand trick transforms into true sorcerous skill: black silken musk, dark clove, guiac wood, black pepper, frankincense, and cardamom.
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The Night Priestess Perfume Oil
Out of StockWho leads the star-dazed hero in a moon-blessed quest for his mythical lover: night-blooming jasmine, clove bud, cardamom, moonlit vanilla orchid, and moonflower.
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The Phantom Calliope Perfume Oil
Add to cartGhostly, glowing, sweet and dark: black cherry, patchouli, cassis, cardamom and verbena.
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The Small Brown Cat Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe small brown cat opened her eyes and stretched to her feet. She padded across the kitchen floor and pushed at Shadow’s boot with her head. He put down his left hand and scratched her forehead and the back of her ears and the scruff of her neck. She arched, ecstatically, then sprang into his lap, pushed herself up against his chest, and touched her cold nose to his. Then she curled up in his lap and went back to sleep. He put his hand down to stroke her: her fur was soft, and she was warm and pleasant in his lap; she acted like she was in the safest place in the world, and Shadow felt comforted.
Warm brown fur, cardamom-infused bourbon vanilla, and a touch of cedarwood.
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Thutmose’s Nefertiti Perfume Oil
Out of StockWhile we were at the Ägyptisches Museum und Papyrussammlung, I desperately wanted to see the Nefertiti bust and share the moment with Lilith. There’s a story behind why the bust is so important to me, but that’s for another time. Suffice to say, I was overwhelmed with awe and joy, and a kind docent told me that we could take a photograph from the doorway as long as we didn’t use flash. This blurry mess is my best attempt!
Myrrh steeped with cardamom, cinnamon, and sweet wine, streaked with lines of labdanum kohl, and gilded with crushed ambrette seed, a copper oxide musk, and accords of lime spar and iron oxide.
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Under The Silvery Moonbeams Perfume Oil
Out of StockJohn Atkinson Grimshaw
Rain-spattered, shimmering soft green mosses, mints, matcha, jasmine, cardamom, chestnut, pine needle, and sweet labdanum. -
Unsubtle Euphemism Perfume Oil
Out of StockMilk bread, amaretto, star anise, almond cream, and cardamom.
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Who is Nibbling at my House? Hair Gloss
Out of Stock“Save your slobbering,” said the old woman. “It doesn’t help you at all.”
Caramel apples, cardamom cakes, hazelnut cream, and butterscotch. -
Witchecraft: Consulting a Book of Spells, Performing Various Rites Perfume Oil
Out of StockFrans Francken II
Candlewax, clove leaf, yellowed parchment, a cluster of mosses, incense resin, black pepper, cardamom, black amber, and ylang ylang.