Cotton Candy
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Alisz Perfume Oil
Add to cartSpun sugar, frankincense, white rose, mallow root, red currant, and vanilla mint.
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Hard Luck Lollipop Perfume Oil
Out of StockEach year, the organization Transanta gathers holiday wish lists from young trans, non-binary, and gender non-conforming people, setting them up with registries so that well-wishers online can provide everything they can’t count on from their family or community — including gender-affirming items which might otherwise elude them. You may more and/or donate directly here: https://www.transanta.com/
You can view the wish lists here:
https://www.instagram.com/transanta/
This year’s fundraiser scent is a wish for enjoyment that transcends hard conditions: a cotton candy-flavored lollipop blessed with a pinch of grit and petrichor.
Proceeds from this scent will be donated to Transanta through their fiscal sponsor, Allies in Arts, a 501(c)3 non profit.
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Jiggery Pokery Perfume Oil
Add to cartKing vs Burwell
The Court’s next bit of interpretive jiggery-pokery involves other parts of the Act that purportedly presuppose the availability of tax credits on both federal and state Exchanges. Ante, at 13-14.
I dunno. “Jiggery Pokery” just felt like it needed a whimsical scent attached to it, so here’s some pink pepper cotton candy with a sliver of orange peel and a hint of vanilla cream.
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Spirit Fingers Perfume Oil
Add to cartWhat do we want?
TO GIVE THEM THE FINGER!When do we want it?
OH MY GOD ALL THE FUCKING TIME??A giant foam fuck you: cotton candy, red pepper, and clove bud.
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Xanthe, the Weeping Clown Perfume Oil
Add to cartFrom the corner of your eye, you see what seems to be a swirl of pale, translucent spirits. Ghostly in form, their faces are masks of pain and fury. Their insubstantial bodies churn and roil around a hissing, wailing clown. Her greasepaint is smeared with tears, and her fanged crimson mouth is turned down in a vicious scowl while blood drips from her lips. Her costume is torn and threadbare, and a steel-bright glint around her waist draws your eyes to an arsenal of razors, knives, and cleavers hanging from her belt. She swats futilely at the spirits as she shoves and scratches her way through the crowd.
Guava, orange peel, white pepper, spun sugar and apple blossom.