Grapefruit

  • Baobhan Sith Perfume Oil

    The ghostly White Women of the Scottish highlands. They seduce unwary travelers by night with their unearthly beauty and mesmerizing dancing. They engage their victims in a wild, hypnotic dance, and once they reach exhaustion, exsanguinate their partners with their vampiric kiss. Grapefruit, white tea, apple blossom and ginger.

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  • Blacklight Reactive Alice Poster Perfume Oil

    “‘I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, sir’ said Alice, ‘because I’m not myself, you see.’

    ‘I don’t see,’ said the Caterpillar.

    ‘I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,’ Alice replied very politely, ‘for I can’t understand it myself to begin with.'”

    Girl, we know the feeling. Black and red currant tarts, opium tar accord, roses painted both white and red, clove-soaked carnation petals, a squeeze of grapefruit, and a whole lot of weed.

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    Cheshire Cat Perfume Oil

    Grapefruit, red currant, dark musk, Roman chamomile, delphinium, and lavender.

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    Dreadful Snowglobe Perfume Oil

    A glopping blurp of viscera sloshing in a crystal sphere: creamy intraocular fluid, intestine-pink bois de rose and grapefruit, and coppery-clove blood musk encased in glassy transparent musk.

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    Gobo Perfume Oil

    Gobo is the natural leader of the Fraggle Five. He is an explorer, spending his days charting the unexplored (and explored-but-forgotten) regions of Fraggle Rock. Gobo is following, often quite literally, in the footsteps of his Uncle Travelling Matt Fraggle, the greatest living Fraggle explorer.

    Tangerine, lemon peel, sugared pink grapefruit, and vanilla cream.

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    Hedonism Bath Oil

    Patchouli, ylang ylang, grapefruit, lemon, and myrrh.

    Awaken all of your senses with a bath that reawakens the passion of the soul.

    He who allows his day to pass by without practicing generosity and enjoying life’s pleasures is like a blacksmith’s bellows: he breathes but does not live. — Proverb

    8oz Bottle

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    Improv Zombie Scene Perfume Oil

    Every New Year’s Eve for the past several years, Lilith and her soul sister Novi have rung out the old year at a kids’ dance party. This year, they spent a little time doing Zombie Improv before the party started.

    Pink grapefruit brains, honeyed cerebral fluid, and a splash of sparkling apple cider.

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  • Manhattan Perfume Oil

    Sexuality, power, confidence. A meeting of modern, sleek elegance and rich, passionate history: sheer amber, black leather, white mint, lemon peel, white tea, grapefruit, kush, teakwood and orchid.

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    Search Engine Perfume Oil

    “What the hell is that?” asked Shadow, but Wednesday touched his finger to his lips, shook his head sharply. Silence.

    It looked like a mechanical spider, blue metal, glittering LED lights, and it was the size of a tractor. It squatted at the bottom of the hill. Beyond it were an assortment of bones, each with a flame beside it little bigger than a candle-flame, flickering.

    Dark metal and sour grapefruit creeping over a field of bones.

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    The Hohenzollern Crypt Perfume Oil

    Beneath the Berlin Cathedral lies the Hohenzollern family crypt. It is the final resting place of many of those who shaped the history of Berlin, and is one of the most important dynastic burial sites in Europe, with roots reaching back through centuries.

    The memory of an 18th-century perfume from the royal houses of the Holy Roman Empire drifting through marble-white walls: white bergamot, clementine, lime peel, grapefruit, blood orange, neroli, lavender, thyme, and tobacco.

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    Worm Moon 2019 Perfume Oil

    Do not smirk as a hearse goes by,

    For you may be the next to die.

    They wrap you up in a big white sheet

    And throw you down six feet deep.

    They put you in a big black box,

    And cover you up with dirt and rocks.

    All goes well for a week or two,

    Then things start changing; all is new.

    The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,

    The worms play pinochle on your snout.

    A big green worm with rolling eyes,

    Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes.

    Til your blood turns mossy green

    And oozes out like Devonshire cream.

    Worm Moon marks the season of rains, when the worms scuttle forth, aerating the earth with their movements and enriching the soil by digesting waste in organic material, which creates organic fertilizer. Pink and wriggling globs of grapefruit syrup clotted with congealed moss-green blood, rotting coffin wood spattered with soil, rusting coffin nails, a shard of bone, decomposing organic matter, and a gruesome burst of overripe blackberries.



    To purchase a Worm Moon t-shirt, scoot on over here!


    Artwork by Caldecott-winning illustrator and author and all-around amazing human being and bestest of friends, Dan Santat.

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