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    13 December 2024 Perfume Oil

    13 is significant, whether you consider it lucky, unlucky or just plain odd. Many believe it to be unfortunate…

    … because there were 13 present at the Last Supper.
    … Loki crashed a party of 12 at Valhalla, which ended in Baldur’s death.
    … Oinomaos killed 13 of Hippodamia’s suitors before Pelops finally, in his own shady way, defeated the jealous king.
    … In ancient Rome, Hecate’s witches gathered in groups of 12, the Goddess herself being the 13th in the coven.

    Concern over the number thirteen echoes back beyond the Christian era. Line 13 was omitted form the Code of Hammurabi.

    The shivers over Friday the 13th also have some interesting origins:

    … Christ was allegedly crucified on Friday the 13th.
    … On Friday, October 13, 1307, King Philip IV of France ordered the arrests of Jaques de Molay, Grand Master of the Knights Templar, and sixty of his senior knights.
    … In British custom, hangings were held on Fridays, and there were 13 steps on the gallows leading to the noose.

    To combat the superstition, Robert Ingersoll and the Thirteen Club held thirteen-men dinners during the 19th Century. Successful? Hardly. The number still invokes trepidation to this day. A recent whimsical little serial killer study showed that the following murderers all have names that total thirteen letters:

    Theodore Bundy
    Jeffrey Dahmer
    Albert De Salvo
    John Wayne Gacy

    And, with a little stretch of the imagination, you can also fit ”˜Jack the Ripper’ and ”˜Charles Manson’ into that equation.

    More current-era paranoia: modern schoolchildren stop their memorization of the multiplication tables at 12. There were 13 Plutonium slugs in the atomic bomb that was dropped on Nagasaki. Apollo 13 wasn’t exactly the most successful space mission. All of these are things that modern triskaidekaphobes point to when justifying their fears.

    For some, 13 is an extremely fortuitous and auspicious number…

    … In Jewish tradition, God has 13 Attributes of Mercy. Also, there were 13 tribes of Israel, 13 principles of Jewish faith, and 13 is considered the age of maturity.
    … The ancient Egyptians believed that there were 12 stages of spiritual achievement in this lifetime, and a 13th beyond death.
    … The word for thirteen, in Chinese, sounds much like the word which means “must be alive”.

    Thirteen, whether you love it or loathe it, is a pretty cool number all around.

    … In some theories of relativity, there are 13 dimensions.
    … It is a prime number, lucky number, star number, Wilson Prime, and Fibonacci number.
    … There are 13 Archimedean solids.

    AND…
    … There were 13 original colonies when the United States were founded.

    Says a lot about the US, doesn’t it?

    Thirteen scents of comfort; a supplication for safety and succor during turbulent, dark times. Warm wool, fresh baked bread, steaming black tea, and a gooey brownie spiced with fresh ginger, green cardamom, black peppercorn, coriander, clove bud, fennel, star anise, honey, and cream.

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  • A Girl Knitting Perfume Oil

    Théodore Gérard

    The stage is set for battle! A twist of wool, a rustle of silk, and a hint of cream.

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  • Art for A Summer Night by Winslow Homer

    A Summer Night Perfume Oil

    Winslow Homer

    Salt-crusted stones, azure moonlight on pale sand, ambergris clinging to cream linen, driftwood, and rose-tinted sandalwood.

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    Agrat-Bat-Mahlaht Perfume Oil

    Amber, cream accord, white honey, apple blossom, skin musk, caramel, and teak.

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    Castitas Bath Oil

    Please note all bath oils are 4oz

    Rice flower, vanilla, and cream.

    Chastity – the most unnatural of all the sexual perversions. — Aldous Huxley

    4oz Bottle

     

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  • Cat Churning Butter Perfume Oil

    The Rothschild Canticles, Flanders, 14th c.

    One good churn deserves another: butter, cream, and a thump of frankincense.

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  • Art for Ceres by Antoine Watteau

    Ceres Perfume Oil

    Antoine Watteau

    Billowing clouds of mallow flower, cream, and peonies, soft blushing amber, corn kernels, budding wheat, and spun sugar.

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  • CHOCOLAT VIENNOIS

    Chocolat Viennois Perfume Oil

    Turns out this is a thing that vampires are into. A warm mug of dark chocolate and cream with a dribble of blood.

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  • hot buttered rum

    Hot Buttered Rum Hair Gloss

    Hot buttered rum with a touch of molasses, lightly spiced and swirled with a touch of cream.

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  • HOT BUTTERED SNAKE OIL

    Hot Buttered Snake Oil Perfume Oil

    Who doesn’t want a hot, buttery snake? Spiced buttered rum splooshed into Snake Oil with a bit of molasses and cream.

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  • Kobold Barista Perfume Oil

    Dungeoneering is exhausting, and sometimes the watered-down ale at the local tavern just slows you down. Before you head out on your next adventure, slather yourself in this fiery brew: freshly brewed coffee with ginger, nutmeg, cardamom, black pepper, cloves, cinnamon, and cream.

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  • mouse

    Mouse Perfume Oil

    Shibata Zeshin

    Golden hay, vanilla bean, toasted amber, hazelnuts, white carnation petals, and cream.

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  • Nightingale Perfume Oil

    The national bird of Ukraine. A lovely and powerful song translated into scent: toasted bourbon vanilla, sweet oats and honey, cardamom, and cream.

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    skekNa the Slave Master Perfume Oil

    SkekNa the Slave Master remains silent most of the time, except for occasional sneers and hisses. His action is dominated by kicking, whipping, and herding little Podling slaves. Between meals, the Skeksis sought out skekNa the Slave Master for scraps to appease the raging hunger they always felt. SkekNa was purely and openly evil from the beginning, and without him the work of the Castle would never have been done.

    The essence of vile gluttony: an abundance of spices, sweet cakes, thick creams, and opulent liqueurs mixed with the scent of whip leather and rusted padlocks.

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  • slug

    Slug Perfume Oil

    A relaxed, lazy scent; slightly sebaceous and sweetly slimy: warm, buttery honey cream and dribbles of amber. May we all have at least a few gentle, sweet slug moments throughout this holiday season.

     

    Painted by Nagasawa Rosetsu.

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    Sugared Cardamom Tea Beard Oil

    Black tea and roasted cardamom with cream and a dollop of sugar.

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    The Candy Butcher Perfume Oil

    An exquisite, enigmatic woman sidles up to you, bearing a tray of strange, dusty curios, chocolate creatures, serpentine taffy, and candied skulls. Her skin is dusky, her eyes are heavy-lidded and sensual, her hair is the fine, soft white of spun sugar, and her skin is softly scented with cocoa. She holds a shrunken head aloft, and beckons.

    Bittersweet chocolate with a heavy cream undertone.

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  • White Cat Perfume Oil

    Clement Burlison

    A portrait of feline dignity painted in bourbon vanilla cream, mallow flower, golden musk, with eyes of lemon amber.

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    Who is Nibbling at my House? Hair Gloss

    “Save your slobbering,” said the old woman. “It doesn’t help you at all.”
    Caramel apples, cardamom cakes, hazelnut cream, and butterscotch.

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    Zarita, The Doll Girl Perfume Oil

    A tiny woman stands in the center of the stage, the perfect woman in miniature, her copper hair bouncing in elegant curls. She is surrounded on all sides by a necropolis of maimed, mutilated stuffed animals, decapitated fashion dolls, and eviscerated wooden figures. It is a strangely ghastly tableau: the disemboweled toys ooze fiberfill, batting, and sawdust from their gaping wounds. In one dainty hand she clutches a shard of glass, and in the other she nimbly twirls a razor blade. Her face is twisted in a grimace of mad ferocity, and she hisses as she brandishes her makeshift weapons at you. “Play with me?” she growls.

    Soft, yet sociopathic: white carnation, iris, orange blossom, poisonous pale white berries, and sugared cream.

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