Coconut Milk

  • Summer Rain Perfume Oil

    One week into high school, and Lilith couldn’t be happier. This morning we experienced our first summer storm in Philadelphia.


    A smidge of coconut milk and lavender mingling with huge droplets of summer rain splashing on wild herbs pushing through hot cement.

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  • The Empress and Their Heckhound Perfume Oil

    Throughout the pandemic, Matilda has never left Lilith’s side. She stayed with Lilith through almost every class, sat with Lilith during homework, and cuddled with Lilith at every opportunity. After Lilith returned to in-person classes in August, Matilda was bereft. Even now, she checks Lilith’s room at home (or Chrissy’s office at the Lab) constantly to see if Lilith is there, and will sit by the bedroom (or office) door waiting for hours for Lilith to come back.

    Eternal, unwavering loyalty: coconut milk, lavender buds, vanilla bean, white sandalwood, and hazelnut.

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  • To Lallie Perfume Oil

    Up those Museum steps you came,

    And straightway all my blood was flame,

                   O Lallie, Lallie!


    The world (I had been feeling low)

    In one short moment’s space did grow

                   A happy valley.


    There was a friend, my friend with you;

    A meagre dame, in peacock blue

                   Apparelled quaintly:


    This poet―heart went pit―a―pat;

    I bowed and smiled and raised my hat;

                   You nodded ― faintly.


    My heart was full as full could be;

    You had not got a word for me,

                   Not one short greeting;


    That nonchalant small nod you gave

    (The tyrant’s motion to the slave)

                   Sole mark’d our meeting.


    Is it so long? Do you forget

    That first and last time that we met?

                   The time was summer;


    The trees were green; the sky was blue;

    Our host presented me to you ― 

                   A tardy comer.


    You look’d demure, but when you spoke

    You made a little, funny joke,

                   Yet half pathetic.


    Your gown was grey, I recollect,

    I think you patronized the sect

                   They call “aesthetic.”


    I brought you strawberries and cream,

    I plied you long about a stream

                  With duckweed laden;


    We solemnly discussed the ― heat.

    I found you shy and very sweet,

                   A rosebud maiden.


    Ah me, to―day! You passed inside

    To where the marble gods abide :

                   Hermes, Apollo,


    Sweet Aphrodite, Pan; and where,

    For aye reclined, a headless fair

                   Beats all fairs hollow


    And I, I went upon my way,

    Well ― rather sadder, let us say;

                   The world looked flatter.


    I had been sad enough before,

    A little less, a little more,

                   What does it matter?

    – Amy Levy

    Pale white rosebuds aflame with sweet amber, golden honey, frothy ambergris, vanilla bean, red benzoin, and coconut milk.

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    True Love Perfume Oil

    Lilith’s lavender smushed with Pickle’s coconut cream.

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  • Yanagi No Arashi Perfume Oil

    Pale amber musk and linden blossom splashed by a torrent of coconut milk, hazelnut foam, and heliotrope.

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