Edward Gorey
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Bread Pudding for an Unfortunate Widow Perfume Oil
Add to cartA whiff of seasonal dread, candied and cursed; the perfect gourmand perfume for holiday melancholics. A dense, boozy thud of brandied plum, candied citrus peel, dried cherries, sherry, blackened clove and nutmeg, ambered dust, moth-eaten burgundy velvet curtains, and a tiny plume of smoke from recently-spent matchsticks.
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Eviscerated With No. 7 Crochet Hook Perfume Oil
Add to cartA bloodless scent stitched together like delicate antique lace, with a hint of powdered violet, plum brandy, and gleaming aldehydes.
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Grumblotch’s Salts Perfume Oil
Add to cartThese are not soluble in lemonade, as clarified in The Awdrey-Gore Legacy. They are, however, most likely toxic.
Pale crystals poured from a chipped glass jar, emitting a brittle whiff of bitter almond and cinnabar, swirling, undissolved, into sugar-clotted lemonade.
Artwork courtesy of the Edward Gorey Charitable Trust.
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La Dame Aux Pamplemousses Perfume Oil
Add to cartBillowing bulbous blobs of grapefruit marshmallows.
Artwork courtesy of the Edward Gorey Charitable Trust.
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La Sylphe de Forêt Noire Perfume Oil
Add to cartFrom Edward Gorey’s Scènes de Ballet.
A glimmer of white tulle in a thicket of ink-black pines, graceful as a half-spied pirouette between a silhouette of clawed branches. The hush of forest moss under satin slippers, a wisp of candle smoke, the flick of a wrist as pale as lilies beckoning through thick myrrh shadows.
Artwork courtesy of the Edward Gorey Charitable Trust.
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Lured With Cinnamon Balls Perfume Oil
Add to cartA fatal temptation: vanilla bean paste, allspice, ground almond accord, cinnamon sugar, golden caster sugar, and a dusting of icing sugar.
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Raspberry Punch with Cake Crumbs Perfume Oil
Add to cartRaspberry punch with elderberry liqueur, lemon juice, a splash of gin, and a smattering of Victoria sponge crumbs.
Artwork courtesy of the Edward Gorey Charitable Trust.
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Strangled on Midsummer’s Eve Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe crime of Lady Violet at Gilravage Hall in Neglected Murderesses.
Black Darjeeling brewed to the edge of acridity, its dark tannins laced with the faint metallic sigh of tarnished silver. Bruised and rain-damp wisteria petals clinging to a loosened knot of fraying violet ribbon. The lingering ghost of charred wood from a dormant hearth drifting beneath a sweep of velvet the color of fading bruises, tangled with the ragged threads of silk-stitched roses.
Artwork courtesy of the Edward Gorey Charitable Trust.
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The Crumpet-Fanlight Expedition Perfume Oil
Add to cartA bitterly cold, bone-white chypre; austere polar musk, vegan ambergris, and white tea combine to make a genteel, frigid perfume as bright and sharp as the first crack of glacial ice.
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The Dregs of a Bottle of Vanilla Extract (Discovered in the Mud) Perfume Oil
Add to cartAlas, poor Marsh! Dribbles of masticated vanilla pods soaked in ethanol and caked with mud.
Artwork courtesy of the Edward Gorey Charitable Trust.