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  • Friday the 13th

    13 Perfume Oil

    13 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 Gacy

    And, 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?

    Help steel your nerve in the upcoming year with this earthy blend of 13 symbols of luck and stability steeped in smoked cacao: purple sage, lavender bud, patchouli, Irish moss, thyme, ambrette seed, chocolate mint, rice milk, vetiver, hazelnut, barley, tobacco, and cedar.

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    A Boar and a Goat Perfume Oil

    18th century Russian lubok, illustrator unknown

    Red amber, frankincense C02 absolute, green fig, labdanum, King mandarin, Atlas cedar, and bitter almond.

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    A Measurement of the Soul Perfume Oil

    If then, man, in every act, leaves the impression, or daguerreotype of his mental being upon the scenes of his life and the subjects of his action, we are by this law furnished with a new clue to the history of our race; and I think it highly probable, that, by the application of this principle, the chasms of history may be supplied, and a glimpse may be obtained of unrecorded ages and nations, whose early history is lost in darkness. The ancient manuscripts, paintings, and other works of art, which still exist – the crucifixes, garments, armor, and other ancient relics, still preserved – are doubtless still instinct with the spirit that produced them, and capable of revealing to psychometric exploration, the living realities with which they were once connected. At present, these relics are barren of significance. Their hidden meaning lies waiting the future explorer, as the hieroglyphics of Egypt awaited the arrival of Champillion to interpret their significance. And why should not the world be filled with the monuments and unwritten records of its past history? It would seem, to the superficial thinker, that man was entirely limited to tradition and written records for his knowledge of the past; but physical science proves, that the world possesses, embodied in enduring monuments, the story of its progressive existence. The geologist finds, in the different strata of the earth, in its curiously mingled and irregular structure, and in the fossil remains which it conceals in its bosom, the history of its various changes of surface, and of the antediluvian races of animals which have long been extinct. The huge Saurian monsters, which he portrays from their fossil relics, rise before the eye as incredible chimeras. And over this fertile region, now occupied by prosperous States, he revives, by the magic power of science, the antediluvian seas and their strange inhabitants, unknown to man.

    The Past is entombed in the Present! The world is its own enduring monument; and that which is true of its physical, is likewise true of its mental career. The discoveries of Psychometry will enable us to explore the history of man, as those of geology enable us to explore the history of the earth. There are mental fossils for psychologists as well as mineral fossils for the geologists; and I believe that hereafter the psychologist and the geologist will go hand in hand — the one portraying the earth, its animals and its vegetation, while the other portrays the human beings who have roamed over its surface in the shadows, and the darkness of primeval barbarism! Aye, the mental telescope is now discovered which may pierce the depths of the past and bring us in full view of the grand and tragic passages of ancient history! I know that, to many of my readers, unaccustomed to these investigations, and unacquainted with the first experimental facts of this great science, these anticipations must seem a visionary hope – too grand, too romantic, too transcendently beautiful to be true. But observe, that all is based upon familiar experiments, and these results are but legitimate deductions from familiar facts. As surely as the expansive power of steam gives premonition of the ocean steamship, does the power of Psychometry give promise of all the glorious performance to which I have alluded.

    —Buchanan, 1842

    A tactile scent, groaning under the weight of aeons: wild fig, cedarwood, venerable ti leaf, and white sage.

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  • Auxilium Perfume Oil

    A restorative oil, constructed to help support you after the long emotional and psychological sieges of the pandemic era.

    Rose otto, black spruce, ylang ylang, hyssop, lemon peel, cedarwood, and myrrh.

    Please note: this oil is not a substitute for medical or mental health treatment.

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  • Carved Wooden Soda Shop Perfume Oil

    A rootbeer float encased in cedarwood.

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  • Cat Sitting on a Cushion Licking Its Paw Perfume Oil

    Elizabeth Eleanor Milner

    “Unbothered. Moisturized. Happy. In my lane. Focused. Flourishing.” A poof of russet velvet, hazelnut, benzoin, Roman chamomile, cedarwood, and red patchouli.

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  • Circe Individiosa Perfume Oil

    Circe Invidiosa, John William Waterhouse. 1892
    “The colors in this painting are so lush and beautiful that they defy description. I have always thought that tipping dish of poison, the shade of crushed emeralds and mantis wings, must be the precise color of our heart’s blood when we are in the venomous throes of enraged, envious desire.”

    Salt-spray dotting an azure cove, its waters swirling with noxious poisons and venom drawn from dreadful roots: a cascade of blackcurrant and crystalline blue-green waters infused with theriac accord, bruised henbane accord, white gardenia, pear, cedarwood, emerald mosses, tuberose, and bitter almond.

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    Couple Enjoying a Summer Breeze Perfume Oil

    White sage and patchouli with Himalayan cedarwood, sweet labdanum, and brown sugar.

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  • Courtiers and Cats Perfume Oil

    Balmy amber musk, cedarwood, agarwood, spikenard, black pepper, cacao, tobacco absolute, toasted cardamom, and cream.

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    Crocodile Bar Home & Linen Spray

    It was getting late. He was hungry, and when he realized how hungry he really was, he pulled off at the next exit and drove into the town of Nottamun (pop. 1301). He filled the gas tank at the Amoco and asked the bored woman at the cash register where he could get something to eat.

    “Jack’s Crocodile Bar,” she told him. “It’s west on County Road N.”

    “Crocodile Bar?”

    “Yeah. Jack says they add character.” She drew him a map on the back of a mauve flyer, which advertised a chicken roast for the benefit of a young girl who needed a new kidney. “He’s got a couple of crocodiles, a snake, one a them big lizard things.”

    “An iguana?”

    “That’s him.”

    Through the town, over a bridge, on for a couple of miles, and he stopped at a low, rectangular building with an illuminated Pabst sign.

    The parking lot was half empty. Inside the air was thick with smoke and “Walking After Midnight” was playing on the jukebox. Shadow looked around for the crocodiles, but could not see them. He wondered if the woman in the gas station had been pulling his leg.

    Cedar shavings, a swirl of booze, a flattened French fry, and barbeque sauce.

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  • Die Flamme Reinigt Sich Vom Rauch Perfume Oil

    Die Flamme reinigt sich vom Rauch:
    So reinge unsern Glauben!
    Und raubt man uns den alten Brauch,
    Dein Licht, wer kann es rauben!

    As from the smoke is freed the blaze,
    So let our faith burn bright!
    And if they crush our olden ways,
    Whoe’er can crush Thy light?

    The Old Ways preserved, defended, and renewed: bonfire smoke, chestnuts, sweet roasted acorns, amber resin, cedarwood, oakmoss, labdanum, vanilla bean, and frankincense.

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  • Famous Kabuki Actors in Imagined Scenes of Lovemaking Perfume Oil

    Goat’s milk, honey dust, vanilla husk, oak bark, cardamom pod, tobacco leaf, cedarwood, and vetiver.

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  • Financial Stability Perfume Oil

    Making 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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  • Gooped Familiar Perfume Oil

    Evelyn De Morgan, though somewhat unintentionally

    Ted couldn’t stop laughing at the expression on this cat’s face, so I made a scent dedicated to this goofy and shook little companion.

    Sweet black musk, golden amber, cedarwood, catnip, and hay absolute with a shock of carnation, clove, and cinnamon bark.

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  • Insatiable Woman Perfume Oil

    Lemon blossom and spearmint with muguet, cedarwood, amber musk, yellow bergamot, and magnolia blossoms.

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  • Inspecting the Lantern Perfume Oil

    Incense smoke, green cardamom pod, white tuberose, orris root, cedarwood, beeswax, white chamomile, tea leaves, and moss.

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  • Inspection Perfume Oil

    Black tea, smoked jasmine, cedarwood, sandalwood incense, and sweet sage.

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    Jacob With the Daughters of Laban Perfume Oil

    Louis Gauffier

    Lebanese cedar, chamomile, frankincense, and cinnamon.

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    Leviticus 27:19 Perfume Oil

    ‘Cursed is anyone who withholds justice from the foreigner, the fatherless or the widow.’ Then all the people shall say, ‘Amen!’

    Agarwood smoke, coffee bean, Sumatran benzoin, cedarwood, and nutmeg.

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  • Lord of the Heavens Perfume Oil

    The Shining Supreme God, clothed in the robes of a prelate. Lord of the Heavens, Master of the Thunderbolt, whom the guilty turn to for mercy. Only the Sky Father can turn the eyes of the Furies once they are set on a transgressor.

    A Jupiterian blend of California white sage, cedarwood, hyssop, saffron, white frankincense, juniper berry, nutmeg, cinquefoil, hops flower, and sarsaparilla.

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    Native Gold Perfume Oil

    A 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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  • Please Scream Inside Your Haunted House Perfume Oil

    These days, we mostly only inhale so that we can scream again. Does this mean we’re officially haunting our own house? You betcha, and we’re perfuming ourselves accordingly. Here’s a new variation on our Please Scream Inside Your Heart blend that captures just how hard it is to hear ourselves think over the background noise of our own stifled screams.

    Art by Drew Rausch.

    Funnel cakes entombed in teakwood, cedar, and sawdust.

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    Ruhende Ziege Mit Kitzchen Perfume Oil

    Johann Christian Reinhart

    Brown musk, leather, castoreum accord, white cedar, amber oudh, and clove bud.

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    Spotted Cat Perfume Oil

    White ginger, green mandarin, ti leaf, cedarwood, chocolate mint, bergamot, and sweet vetiver.

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  • Sunrise Kimono Perfume Oil

    Yellow amber, lemon peel, Italian bergamot, white grapefruit, cedarwood, golden apple, and mimosa.

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    The Goat and the Vine Perfume Oil

    Harrison Weir

    Golden apples, cedar and redwood trellises heavy with grapevine, beeswax, hemp, vanilla benzoin, and bois de rose.

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    The Instinct of Hope Perfume Oil

    Is there another world for this frail dust
    To warm with life and be itself again?
    Something about me daily speaks there must,
    And why should instinct nourish hopes in vain?
    ‘Tis nature’s prophesy that such will be,
    And everything seems struggling to explain
    The close sealed volume of its mystery.
    Time wandering onward keeps its usual pace
    As seeming anxious of eternity,
    To meet that calm and find a resting place.
    E’en the small violet feels a future power
    And waits each year renewing blooms to bring,
    And surely man is no inferior flower
    To die unworthy of a second spring?

    – Hohn Clare

    A melancholy violet oud with dry cedarwood, cognac, and tolu balsam.

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    The Small Brown Cat Perfume Oil

    The 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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  • Toy-Strewn Attic Perfume Oil

    Physical and psychic artifacts of past inhabitants lie forgotten atop steamer trunks, limbs askew or missing, glassy eyes searching sightlessly for new playmates.

    Cedar chests cracking from age, the sharp, metallic scent of rusting tin soldiers, dried leaves caking cracked porcelain tea cups, the shattered faces of china dolls and the tattered appendages of rotting cloth puppets, a glass eye gleaming beneath a dust-caked table, the rose-tinted tinkle of a ballerina dancing inside a music box that suddenly warbles as a rocking chair creaks in a darkened corner.

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