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A Girl Knitting Perfume Oil
Add to cartThéodore Gérard
The stage is set for battle! A twist of wool, a rustle of silk, and a hint of cream.
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A Summer Night Perfume Oil
Out of StockWinslow 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
Add to cartAmber, cream accord, white honey, apple blossom, skin musk, caramel, and teak.
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Castitas Bath Oil
Add to cartPlease 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
Add to cartThe Rothschild Canticles, Flanders, 14th c.
One good churn deserves another: butter, cream, and a thump of frankincense.
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Ceres Perfume Oil
Out of StockAntoine 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 Perfume Oil
Add to cartTurns 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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Kobold Barista Perfume Oil
Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageDungeoneering 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 Perfume Oil
Out of StockShibata Zeshin
Golden hay, vanilla bean, toasted amber, hazelnuts, white carnation petals, and cream.
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Nightingale Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe 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
Add to cartSkekNa 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 Perfume Oil
Out of StockA 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
Add to cartBlack tea and roasted cardamom with cream and a dollop of sugar.
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The Candy Butcher Perfume Oil
Add to cartAn 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
Add to cartClement 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
Add to cart“Save your slobbering,” said the old woman. “It doesn’t help you at all.”
Caramel apples, cardamom cakes, hazelnut cream, and butterscotch. -
Zarita, The Doll Girl Perfume Oil
Add to cartA 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.