Evening With the Spirits 2021

  • Crystal Gazers Perfume Oil

    Let the observer gaze, steadily but not fatiguingly, into some speculum, or clear depth, so arranged as to return as little reflection as possible. A good example of what is meant will be a glass ball enveloped in a black shawl, or placed in the back part of a half-opened drawer; so arranged, in short, that the observer can gaze into it with as little distraction as may be from the reflection of his own face or of surrounding objects. After he has tried (say) three or four times, for ten minutes or so at a time—preferably in solitude, and in a state of mental passivity—he will perhaps begin to see the glass ball or crystal clouding, or to see some figure or picture apparently in the ball. Perhaps one man or woman in twenty will have some slight occasional experience of this kind; and perhaps one in twenty of these seers (the percentages must as yet be mainly guess-work) will be able by practice to develop this faculty of inward vision up to a point where it will sometimes convey to him information not attainable by ordinary means.

    – Human Personality and Its Survival of Bodily Death, Frederic W. H. Myers

    A hazy image blooming into focus, all symbol and portent: crystalline white musk and yellow frankincense surrounding an amorphous, shifting shadow of black plum, neroli, verbena, and green cognac.

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  • Ghosts at Aldershot Perfume Oil

    A curious story comes from Aldershot. For some time past the sentries on two outlying posts have been frightened to death by the appearance at night of two spectral-looking figures. These figures, glowing with phosphorous and otherwise alarming to the superstitious, are in the habit of suddenly manifesting themselves, making tremendous springs of ten twelve yards at a time, and upsetting the wretched sentry before he has been able to collect himself sufficiently to oppose earthly arms to his ghostly visitants. The latter had no bodily injury, contenting themselves with upsetting the poor man, after which they mysteriously disappear. So great has been the panic that it has been found necessary to post double sentries, and these have lately taken to loading with ball. It is supposed that the alarm has been caused by two practical jokers, provided with powerful springs to the heels of their boots.

    – Dundee Evening Telegraph, 12 April 1877

    Unusually bouncy spectres: lemon-peppermint boiled sweets with a gust of marshmallow.

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  • Just as the Clock Struck Twelve Perfume Oil

    A Countess Who Saw A Ghost

    The Countess of Munster must be classed among the select few who have seen — or think they have seen — a ghost. It seems, according to her own account, which appears in the new number of the “Strand Magazine” that some years ago she became the object of the “infatuated adoration” of a person of her own age and sex. The person died. Some time afterwards the Countess was lying in bed when, just as the clock struck twelve, her friend appeared before her. The weird visitor was in her usual dress as in life, and she had a smile on her face. Like most ghosts, her purpose in appearing does not seem to have been a very intelligible one. To the request that she should state what brought her there she vouchsafed no reply, but as soon as her ladyship’s voice had ceased the apparition disappeared.

    – Evening Herald, 15 July 1895

    An echo of lost love and longing, not sorrowful but wistful: damask rose and sweet patchouli, ambrette seed, cacao, and white musk.

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  • Move On, Please Perfume Oil

    The people of Buckingham and neighbourhood are troubled at the appearance of a ghost, the truth of which is vouched for by a well-known farmer living in the neighbourhood. About six miles from the outskirts of the town there stands a weather-beaten handpost at the corner of four cross-roads, and also a small plantation of young oak saplings at the terminus. Near to this spot some few nights ago the farmer referred to, accompanied by a friend, was driving his horse and trap along the roadway. The night was well advanced and dark, when suddenly the farmer saw standing a few yards in front of him a black object. “What’s that?” he said to his friend, and aloud to the figure, “Hullo! there; move on, please.” There was no answer, and the figure remained almost motionless. It was completely enveloped in a long black sheet, and had the ghastly appearance of a headless woman. Simultaneously the horse saw it, and trembled like a leaf, as if paralysed with fear. Again the farmer cried, “What do you do there? Move on, please.” But there was no response, and the apparition remained still. The horse became restive, and commenced backing into a ditch. At this stage the driver’s companion got down, took the reins, and endeavoured to back by the spot. Then for a minute or so their queer visitant disappeared. As the trap again faced the roadway the occupants were greatly alarmed at the further appearance of the black, sombre figure a few yards ahead of them, in the same motionless position as before. Their situation was now getting positively serious. The farmer, whose presence of mind had stood him in good stead, now finding his nerve on the point of giving way, asked the apparition in the name of God to speak. Then it was that the spectre slowly glided away, and appeared to float through the thick-set bordered hedge. The animal at once galloped off at a rattling pace towards the village they were bound for. Other people in the district have related their experiences, and the belief now prevails that there is a ghost to be seen, and not a little surprising, the spot referred to has been less frequented of late.

    – Luton Reporter, 31 December 1897

    Mud-spattered wagon wheels, crushed grasses, thick tufts of moss, and thorny branches creeping over a wild, overgrown and gnarled ash hedge.

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  • Odic Force Perfume Oil 2021

    The desire to inflict a mortal wound on the monster, Superstition, which, from a similar origin, a few centuries ago, inflicted on European society so vast an amount of misery, and by whose influence not hundreds, but thousands, of innocent persons died in tortures, on the rack and at the stake; — the desire made me wish to make the experiment, if possible, of bringing a highly sensitive person, by night, to a churchyard. I thought it possible that they might see, over graves where mouldering bodies lay, something like that which Billing had seen.

    Eucalyptus blossom, lime rind, and white mint coalescing into a green-tinged amber glow.

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  • On Wednesday, I Will Promise You a Phantom Perfume Oil


    Drags Table and Throws Wastepaper Basket


    “Amazing phenomena,” produced at a seance on Monday night, arranged to test the powers of Rudi Schneider, the young Austrian medium, were reported by Mr. Harry Price, of the National Laboratory of Psychic Research, South Kensington, where the test took place. Schneider and a number of other sitters were connected by a specially arranged electric circuit, which caused a red lamp to glow if the slightest movement were made, and the medium was further controlled by being held by two of the sitters.


    Describing the seance, Mr. Price said: Hope, a member of our council, and Professor Lord Rayleigh. At first we were not able to get any manifestations. Lord Charles Hope and Lord Rayleigh agreed that the electric control was perfect.


    “We continued the séance, those personally controlling the medium being Mr. T. H. Peerson, secretary of the American Society of Psychical Research, and myself. We got the most amazing

    phenomena. Rudi went into a violent trance, with paroxysms of choking, and then ‘Olga,’ his trance-personality, spoke through him.


    “She dragged a table into the curtained recess about five feet from us, and threw down a waste-paper basket. She asked how many raps we would like, and when we said “Five,” gave them. She asked for gramophone music to be played, and when this was done twanged a small harp in tune with it. She asked for a handkerchief to be put on the table, and this was picked up and thrown at our feet.


    “Then ‘Olga’ said ‘1 will show you my hand,’ and a perfectly formed woman’s hand came through the curtains. A pencil and paper were asked for and taken into the recess, and the paper was marked. The handkerchief, too, was taken in and knotted. Just before she finished ‘Olga’ said: On Wednesday I will promise you a phantom.’


    “Rudi came out of his trance and the seance ended. The conditions were irreproachably scientific.”

    – Northampton Chronicle and Echo, 16 April 1929

    A gust of luminous lavender, the spectral skin musk of a gently curving ghostly hand, a melodic twang of wisteria and ylang ylang, and a murmur of myrrh-touched vanilla husk.

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  • Poltergeist Perfume Oil

    The term “Poltergeist” is translated Hobgoblin in our German dictionaries, but that is not the equivalent, nor have we any English equivalent to the German word. It is derived from polter, a rumbling noise, or poltern, to make a row, to rattle; a polterer is a boisterous fellow, a poltergeist therefore a boisterous ghost. It is a convenient term to describe those apparently meaningless noises, disturbances and movements of objects, for which we can discover no assignable cause. The phenomena are especially sporadic, breaking out suddenly and unexpectedly, and disappearing as suddenly after a few days, or weeks, or months of annoyance to those concerned. They differ from hauntings, inasmuch as they appear to be attached to an individual, usually a young person, more than to a place, or rather to a person in a particular place. Moreover, ghostly forms (except, if we may trust one or two witnesses, a hand and arm) are not seen. They appear to have some intelligence behind them, for they frequently respond to requests made for a given number of raps; the intelligence is therefore in some way related to our intelligence, and moreover is occasionally in telepathic rapport with our minds. For in one case, which I submitted to a long and searching enquiry, I found that when I mentally asked for a given number of raps, no word being spoken, the response was given promptly and correctly, and this four times in succession, a different number being silently asked for in each case. There are other characteristics which bring the subject of poltergeists into close connection with the physical phenomena of spiritualism. The movement of objects is usually quite unlike that due to gravitational or other attraction. They slide about, rise in the air, move in eccentric paths, sometimes in a leisurely manner, often turn round in their career, and usually descend quietly without hurting the observers. At other times an immense weight is lifted, often in daylight, no one being near, crockery is thrown about and broken, bedclothes are dragged off, the occupants sometimes lifted gently to the ground, and the bedstead tilted up or dragged about the room. The phenomena occur both in broad daylight and at night. Sometimes bells are continuously rung, even if all the bell wires are removed. Stones are frequently thrown, but no one is hurt; I myself have seen a large pebble drop apparently from space in a room where the only culprit could have been myself, and certainly I did not throw it. Loud scratchings on the bedclothes, walls and furniture are a frequent characteristic; sometimes a sound like whispering or panting is heard, and footsteps are often heard without any visible cause. More frequently than otherwise the disturbances are associated with the presence of children or young people, and cease when they are taken from the place where the disturbance originated, only to be renewed on their return, and then abruptly the annoyance ends.

    – Poltergeists Old and New, Professor W.F. Barrett

    A boisterous scent – scratching, clanging, banging, pounding, crashing: cacao-stained mahogany, blackcurrant and tobacco, cranberry and peppercorn, bubbles of champagne grape and cognac.

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  • Scientific, Occult and Inexplicable Perfume Oil






    It tells the past, present, and future. It amazes, amuses, and mystifies. Its METAPHYSICS are scientific, occult, and inexplicable. It will attract and entertain a dozen persons together.

    Do you dare smell one of the unsolved wonders of the universe? The bronze, brass, iron, glass and polished wood of Victorian scientific instruments obfuscated by a swirl of incense and a spatter of ectoplasm.

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  • Second Sight Perfume Oil 2021

    In second sight the percipient beholds events occurring at a distance, sees people whom he never saw with the bodily eye, and who afterwards arrive in his neighbourhood; or foresees events approaching but still remote in time.  The chief peculiarity of second sight is, that the visions often, though not always, are of a symbolical character.  A shroud is observed around the living man who is doomed; boding animals, mostly black dogs, vex the seer; funerals are witnessed before they occur, and ‘corpse-candles’ (some sort of light) are watched flitting above the road whereby a burial procession is to take its way. Though we most frequently hear the term ‘second sight’ applied as a phrase of Scotch superstition, the belief in this kind of ominous illusion is obviously universal.  Theoclymenus, in the Odyssey, a prophet by descent, and of the same clan as the soothsayer Melampus, beholds the bodies and faces of the doomed wooers, ‘shrouded in night’.  The Pythia at Delphi announced a similar symbolic vision of blood-dripping walls to the Athenians, during the Persian War.  Again, symbolic visions, especially of blood-dripping walls, are so common in the Icelandic sagas that the reader need only be referred to the prodigies before the burning of Njal, in the Saga of Burnt Njal.  Second sight was as popular a belief among the Vikings as among the Highlanders who retain a large share of their blood.  It may be argued by students who believe in the borrowing rather than in the independent evolution of ideas, that the Gaelic second sight is a direct inheritance from the Northmen, who have left so many Scandinavian local names in the isles and along the coasts.

    – Cock Lane and Common Sense, Andrew Lang

    A whiff of lilac-dappled beeswax, champaca smoke, and agarwood.

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  • Shocking Affair at a Séance Perfume Oil



    VIENNA, Tuesday

    At Nagiregzhaza in Hungary, a hypnotist named Nenkeu gave a séance at the residence of a wealthy landed proprietor. The host’s daughter, Fraulien Von Salomon, acted as medium. While unconscious, she was told that she was suffering from consumption. She gave a piercing shriek and fell heavily to the ground, and all efforts to restore animation were unavailing.

    – Lincolnshire Echo, 19 September 1894

    A spectral scandal: thumping heartbeats of coppery clove and red musk abruptly silenced by a cold sliver of eucalyptus, white mint, and davana.

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  • Spectral Armies Perfume Oil

    The following marvellous narrative, communicated by the Ghost Seers, has produced a good deal of conversation in a part of this county, and may serve to astonish the credulous, amuse the sceptical, and occupy the speculative: On Sunday evening the 28th ult. between seven and eight o’clock, Anthony Jackson, farmer, aged 45 years, and Martin Turner, the bon of William Turner, farmer, aged 15 years, while engaged in inspecting their cattle, grazing an Havarah Park, near Ripley, part of the estate of Sir John Ingleby, Bart. were suddenly surprized by a most extraordinary appearance in the Park. Turner, whose attention was first drawn to this spectacle, said, “Look, Anthony, what a quantity of beast!” – “Beas’,” cried Anthony, “Lord bless us! they ire not beast, they are men!” By this time the body was in motion, and the spectators discovered that it was an army of soldiers, dressed in a white military uniform, and that in the centre stood a Personage of commanding aspect, clothed in scarlet. After performing a number of evolutions, the body began to march in perfect order to the summit of a hill, passing the spectators at a distance of about 100 yards. No sooner had the first body, which seemed to consist of several hundreds, and extended four deep, over an inclosure of thirty acres, attained the hill, than another assemblage of men, far more numerous than the former, dressed in dark-coloured clothes, arose and marched, without tiny apparent hostility, after the military spectres; at the top of the hill both the parties formed what the spectators called a L, and passing down the opposite side of the bill, disappeared. At this moment a volume of smoke, apparently like that vomited by a park of artillery, spread over the plain, and was so impervious, as for nearly two minutes to hide the cattle from the view of Jackson and Turner, who hurried home with all possible expedition, and the effect upon their minds, even at this distance of time, is so strong, that they cannot mention the circumstances without visible emotion.


    We have had the curiosity, and an idle curiosity perhaps it was, to collate the accounts of this strange vision, as given by the two spectators, and find them to agree in every part, with these exceptions: – The young man says, that as far as he could mark the progress of time while a scene so novel and alarming was passing before him, he thinks that from the appearance of the first body to the disappearance of the smoke, might be about five minutes; Jackson says it could not be less than a quarter of as hour, and that during all this time they were making to each other such observations as arose out of the spectacle. The junior spectator says he observed amongst the first body, arms glistning in the sun; the senior says it might be so; but that did not strike him, nor can he in thinking of it since, recall any such appearance to his recollection.


    On this strange story we shall only observe, that the ground forming the scene of action is perfectly sound, and not likely to emit any of those exhalations which might arise from a swamp – that the narrators are both persons of character – that those who know them best, believe them most, and that they themselves are unquestionably convinced of the truth of their own narrative – that tradition records a scene somewhat similar, exhibited on Stockton Forest, about the breaking out of the present war-and that we shall be glad to receive any satisfactory education of this Phantasmagoria.

    – Leeds Mercury, 18 July 1812

    Phantasmic blasts of ghostly gunpowder and ephemeral, iridescent smoke.

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  • The Air and the Ether Perfume Oil

    But on what could an impression be left? An impression of such a nature becomes a material thing and implies a material nexus, however subtle. So far as we know there are only two things there, the air and the ether. The air is a mobile thing and could not carry a permanent impression. But is the ether a mobile thing? It is pictured as a most delicate medium with vibrating currents flowing in it, but it seems to me that a most tenuous jelly with quivers and thrills would be a closer analogy. We could conceive the whole material universe embedded in and interpenetrated by this subtle material, which would not necessarily change its position since it is too fine for wind or any coarser material to influence it. I feel that I am rushing in where even Lodges fear to tread, but if it should prove to be as I suggest then we should have that permanent screen on which shadows are thrown. The block of ether upon the stairs is the same that it always was, and so conveys the impression from the past.

    – the Edge of the Unknown, Arthur Conan Doyle


    Gentle, almost imperceptible, permeating all things: pale amber vibrating with ambergris and a thread of lavender.

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  • The Fox Sisters Perfume Oil 2021

    For the sake of continuity the subsequent history of the Fox sisters will now be given after the events at Hydesville. It is a remarkable, and to Spiritualists a painful, story, but it bears its own lesson and should be faithfully recorded. When men have an honest and whole-hearted aspiration for truth there is no development which can ever leave them abashed or find no place in their scheme.


    For some years the two younger sisters, Kate and Margaret, gave séances at New York and other places, successfully meeting every test which was applied to them. Horace Greeley, afterwards a candidate for the United States presidency, was, as already shown, deeply interested in them and convinced of their entire honesty. He is said to have furnished the funds by which the younger girl completed her very imperfect education.


    During these years of public mediumship, when the girls were all the rage among those who had no conception of the religious significance of this new revelation, and who concerned themselves with it purely in the hope of worldly advantage, the sisters exposed themselves to the enervating influences of promiscuous séances in a way which no earnest Spiritualist could justify. The dangers of such practices were not then so clearly realized as now, nor had it occurred to people that it is unlikely that high spirits would descend to earth in order to advise as to the state of railway stocks or the issue of love affairs. The ignorance was universal, and there was no wise mentor at the elbow of these poor pioneers to point the higher and the safer path. Worst of all, their jaded energies were renewed by the offer of wine at a time when one at least of them was hardly more than a child. It is said that there was some family predisposition towards alcoholism, but even without such a taint their whole procedure and mode of life were rash to the last degree. Against their moral character there has never been a breath of suspicion, but they had taken a road which leads to degeneration of mind and character, though it was many years before the more serious effects were manifest.


    Some idea of the pressure upon the Fox girls at this time may be gathered from Mrs. Hardinge Britten’s* description from her own observation. She talks of “pausing on the first floor to hear poor patient Kate Fox, in the midst of a captious, grumbling crowd of investigators, repeating hour after hour the letters of the alphabet, while the no less poor, patient spirits rapped out names, ages and dates to suit all comers.” Can one wonder that the girls, with vitality sapped, the beautiful, watchful influence of the mother removed, and harassed by enemies, succumbed to a gradually increasing temptation in the direction of stimulants?

    —Arthur Conan Doyle


    Deception and despair: rose geranium and tea roses with mahogany wood, bourbon vanilla, and apple peel.

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  • The Haunted Mill Perfume Oil

    A sad instance of giving way to superstitious fears occurred on Friday last week at Newport. It would appear, from what our reporter has gathered, that a shadow has been cast on an oak fence which runs by the side of a large windmill, representing a death’s head and cross-bones. This shadow was only to be seen occasionally, and a report was current that the mill was haunted, some dreadful crime having been committed within its precincts. On Friday night Robert Pugh and James Owen, two working men, were so alarmed at the appearance of the ghastly shadow that, after a few moments of suspense, they both fled precipitately from the spot. The effect on Pugh was of a most serious nature. His mind has become affected, and the chances are that he will never recover his reason.

    – Illustrated Police News, 17 February 1877

    A quiver of boot leather, a forbidding shadow of patchouli, poppy tar, and oud against a backdrop of worn oak panels.

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  • Who Would Not Tremble Too? Perfume Oil 2021

    The new discovery of “Table Moving,” by means of an unseen power from the human hand, has only been introduced into England within the last few weeks; but it would be difficult to dingle out any scientific subject which has with such rapidity, taken so extensive a hold of the popular mind. If we travel by railway carriage, steamboat, or omnibus, this is the universal topic of conversation. From the aristocratic saloons of Belgravia to the “Parlours” of Whitechapel – the Green Park to the Cat and Mutton Fields, “table moving” is all the rage. From the Royal Institution, where the secretary pokes his head through a forest of electrical apparatus, to inform the audience that the facts are established, down to the humblest Mechanics’ Institute, all are full of it, and the tables, to quote the words of the old song – “are all a moving, move, move, moving,” – Every evening party must of course have its experiments; accordingly, gentlemen come provided with very elegant chapeaux for the occasion, and many an innocent flirtation occurs consequent on the proper arrangement of the little fingers of some of the fair operators. As “sweet eighteen,” with her blue eyes and golden locks, gracefully links her little finger with Charles’s, in a retired corner, what wonder if the hat should tremble? And Charles, being of course fond of poetry (his very name is a guarantee for that), cannot resist softly breathing into Lucy’s ear, that exquisite line from Waller, on his fair one’s harp –


    “Touched by that hand – who would not tremble too?”


    And after a little more conversation of a strictly scientific character, they feel quite satisfied with the success of the experiment. Mamma, who has been watching the progress of the magnetic influence at a distance, “has no patience with such nonsense, and wonders young men and young women cannot find something better to do.” She forgets that there was a magnetic influence at work about twenty years since, and what little trifles served as conductors then.

    – Table Moving, its causes and phenomena: with directions how to experiment


    A spirit-touched courtship: sweet orange blossom, white honey, jasmine tea, white sandalwood, green apple, and lily of the valley.

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