December 2021 January 2022

  • Auxilium Perfume Oil

    A restorative oil, constructed to help support you after the long emotional and psychological sieges of the pandemic era.

    Rose otto, black spruce, ylang ylang, hyssop, lemon peel, cedarwood, and myrrh.

    Please note: this oil is not a substitute for medical or mental health treatment.

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  • By Thys Fyre I Warme My Handys

    A hearth-warmed scent of joyous feasting dedicated to Janus, the lord of transitions, doorways, beginnings and endings: bonfire smoke, mulled wine, warm bread, fruits simmered in hypocras, and honeyed oat cakes spiced with clove, saffron, and nutmeg.


    Proceeds from the sale of this scent benefit Feeding America, the largest hunger-relief organization in the United States.

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  • Foco Perfume Oil

    A balm against sorrow, warmth for the heart: red ginger, dragon’s blood resin, angelica root, bergamot, patchouli, and Roman chamomile.

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  • Frozen Pulse and Heart of Fire Perfume Oil

    O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,

    What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn

    Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn

    Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire

    The streams than under ice. June could not hire

    Her roses to forego the strength they learn

    In sleeping on thy breast. No fires can burn

    The bridges thou dost lay where men desire

    In vain to build.

                                 O Heart, when Love’s sun goes

    To northward, and the sounds of singing cease,

    Keep warm by inner fires, and rest in peace.

    Sleep on content, as sleeps the patient rose.

    Walk boldly on the white untrodden snows,

    The winter is the winter’s own release.

    – Helen Hunt Jackson


    Contentment, a soul warmed by inner fires: cashmere wool, Atlas cedar, and sweet amber with caramelized vetiver, chestnut, and hazelnut cream.

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  • Late Night Moon 2021 Perfume Oil

    Half-past three,           

    The lamp sputtered,  

    The lamp muttered in the dark.

    The lamp hummed:    

    “Regard the moon,        

    La lune ne garde aucune rancune,       

    She winks a feeble eye, 

    She smiles into corners.

    She smooths the hair of the grass.      

    The moon has lost her memory.

    – t.s. eliot


    A pale halo of white tea and mugwort leaf, shimmering Tunesian neroli, and heady white champaca petals.

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  • Old Moon 2022 Perfume Oil

    The Old Year’s gone away

      To nothingness and night:

    We cannot find him all the day

      Nor hear him in the night:

    He left no footstep, mark or place

      In either shade or sun:

    The last year he’d a neighbour’s face,

      In this he’s known by none.


    All nothing everywhere:

         Mists we on mornings see

    Have more of substance when they’re here

      And more of form than he.

    He was a friend by every fire,

      In every cot and hall–

    A guest to every heart’s desire,

      And now he’s nought at all.


    Old papers thrown away,

    Old garments cast aside,

    The talk of yesterday,

      Are things identified;

    But time once torn away

      No voices can recall:

    The eve of New Year’s Day

      Left the Old Year lost to all.

    – John Clare


    The first moon of a new year bidding  farewell to the sorrows of the last: a wan whisper of orris, a sigh of white musk.

    Out of Stock
  • 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.

    Out of Stock
  • The Governing Dark’s Begun Perfume Oil

    It freezes – all across a soundless sky

    The birds go home. The governing dark’s begun:

    The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun;

    The ultimate dark wherein the race shall die.


    Death, with his evil finger to his lip,

    Leers in at human windows, turning spy

    To learn the country where his rule shall lie

    When he assumes perpetual generalship.


    The undefeated enemy, the chill

    That shall benumb the voiceful earth at last,

    Is master of our moment, and has bound

    The viewless wind it-self. There is no sound.

    It freezes. Every friendly stream is fast.

    It freezes; and the graven twigs are still.

    – Hilaire Belloc


    The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun: leaden opoponax and black patchouli obfuscating a dim glimmer of amber, frozen by eucalyptus, silent under a shadowed shroud of blackcurrant.

    Out of Stock
  • Tobacco & Woodsmoke Candle

    Raw Haitian tobacco and a gust of burning maple wood.

    8oz candle, white wax in black glass.



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