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Boober Perfume Oil
Add to cartAccording to Boober Fraggle, there are only two things certain in this world: death and laundry. Boober is terrified by the former and fascinated by the latter. He is also paranoid and superstitious. According to Boober, anything that can go wrong surely will, and when it does, it will inevitably happen to him.
A fretfully clean scent: freshly-washed laundry, linden blossom, soap suds, and a sprinkle of vanilla.
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Coraline Jones Perfume Oil
Out of Stock“What should I do?” asked Coraline.
“Read a book,” said her mother. “Watch a video. Play with your toys. Go and pester Miss Spink or Miss Forcible, or the crazy old man upstairs.”
“No,” said Coraline. “I don’t want to do those things. I want to explore.”
Dry grass, clean skin, and a little bit of mossy berry.
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Dirty Perfume Oil
Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageA wonderful antidote to an all-nighter oozing with drunken, addled perversion and debauchery. A fresh, crisp white linen scent: perfectly clean, perfectly breezy.
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Shanghai Perfume Oil
Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageThe crisp, clean scent of green tea touched with lemon verbena and honeysuckle.
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Sherlock Holmes Perfume Oil
Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageMy name is Sherlock Holmes. It is my business to know what other people don’t know.
A fastidiously clean scent, with a dash of pipe and cigarette tobacco. Faintly beneath, you catch the fragrance of a smear of greasepaint, a stray horsehair, and a whisper of Moroccan leather and rosin.
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Vial of Holy Water Perfume Oil
Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageThe gleaming, indescribably clean scent of purified, ritually consecrated holy water.
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Wensleydale Perfume Oil
Out of Stock“My father says there’s no such thing as witches,” said Wensleydale, who had fair, wavy hair, and peered seriously out at life through thick black rimmed spectacles. It was widely believed that he had once been christened Jeremy, but no one ever used the name, not even his parents, who called him Youngster. They did this in the subconscious hope that he might take the hint; Wensleydale gave the impression of having been born with a mental age of forty seven.
An immaculately clean scent: well-scrubbed soapy skin and fresh cotton.