Cognac - White

  • Cognac-Stained Sheet Ghost Perfume Oil

    Many believe that our ghostly form will bear traces of the experiences that marked us in life. As such, the sheet ghost you encounter at dawn may bear little resemblance to the pristine figure who set out to join the revel the night before. Drifting homeward, who wouldn’t be grateful for the concealment of a shroud, albeit one covered in evidence of the night’s debaucheries? Just make sure you don’t spark a cig anywhere near this bedraggled creature – important etiquette for all sheet ghost encounters, but especially if they happen to be soaked in spirits.

    Vanilla-infused balsam, white cognac, and tumbleweeds.

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  • Flickering Lights, Fluttering Curtains Perfume Oil

    Furtive, fitful movements parody a house alive and alight with warmth. Gas lamps dim and flare; yellowing lace billows in the chill, still air.

    Brittle smoked vanilla lace with yellow champaca, white cognac, davana, white amber, and chamomile.

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    Ginny, The Reaper of Vengeance Perfume Oil

    Sharp tobacco flower and white cognac, a thin layer of smoke, and dusty black pepper pierced by the amber of her eyes.

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    Les Heures de la Nuit Perfume Oil

    Blackcurrant musk, white lime, and sparkling white cognac.

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  • Neutral Tones Perfume Oil

    We stood by a pond that winter day,
    And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,
    And a few leaves lay on the starving sod;
    – They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.

    Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove
    Over tedious riddles of years ago;
    And some words played between us to and fro
    On which lost the more by our love.

    The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
    Alive enough to have strength to die;
    And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
    Like an ominous bird a-wing…

    Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
    And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me
    Your face, and the God curst sun, and a tree,
    And a pond edged with grayish leaves.

    – Thomas Hardy

    Colorless and leaden, bittersweet and sorrowful: ambergris and silvered sage with white cognac and elemi.

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    Orgy With Tagaigata Perfume Oil

    Rose petals, frangipani, gardenia, jasmine sambac, white cognac, and lemon peel.

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  • Phantom Fancies Candle

    A scent shimmering with luminous phasmatis that is sure to call forth any reticent spirits.

    Rosewater and white cognac with a burst of ectoplasm.

    8oz candle, white wax in black glass.

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  • Pink Silk Peony Perfume Oil

    Cotton candy peonies, rose cream, and white cognac.

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    The Sounding of Midnight Upon the Clock Perfume Oil

    And the revel went whirlingly on, until at length there commenced the sounding of midnight upon the clock. And then the music ceased, as I have told; and the evolutions of the waltzers were quieted; and there was an uneasy cessation of all things as before. But now there were twelve strokes to be sounded by the bell of the clock; and thus it happened, perhaps, that more of thought crept, with more of time, into the meditations of the thoughtful among those who revelled. And thus, too, it happened, perhaps, that before the last echoes of the last chime had utterly sunk into silence, there were many individuals in the crowd who had found leisure to become aware of the presence of a masked figure which had arrested the attention of no single individual before. And the rumor of this new presence having spread itself whisperingly around, there arose at length from the whole company a buzz, or murmur, expressive of disapprobation and surprise –then, finally, of terror, of horror, and of disgust.

    Terror, horror, and disgust: a bowel-churning sweet clench of myrhh and green musk in a pool of suffocating black moss and a shock of white cognac.

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