Cedarwood
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Cat Sitting on a Cushion Licking Its Paw Perfume Oil
Add to cartElizabeth 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
Add to cartCirce 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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Crocodile Bar Home & Linen Spray
Add to cartIt 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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Leviticus 27:19 Perfume Oil
Add to cart‘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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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.