Hair Gloss - Halloween 2019

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    A Wicked, Burning Desire Hair Gloss

    There was something about them that made me uneasy, some longing and at the same time some deadly fear. I felt in my heart a wicked, burning desire that they would kiss me with those red lips.

    Champaca orchid, blood musk, lily-white gardenia, orris concrete, oakmoss, glossy black patchouli, and frankincense

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    Devils of the Pit Hair Gloss

    The door is shut, and the chains rattle; there is a grinding of the key in the lock; I can hear the key withdrawn; then another door opens and shuts; I hear the creaking of lock and bolt.

    Hark! in the courtyard and down the rocky way the roll of heavy wheels, the crack of whips, and the chorus of the Szgany as they pass into the distance.

    I am alone in the castle with those awful women. Faugh! Mina is a woman, and there is naught in common. They are devils of the Pit!

    Black leather and honeyed patchouli.

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    Flor de Muerto Hair Gloss

    The orange marigold, or zempasuchitl, has been one of Death’s symbols since the pre-Columbian era. The yellow and orange petals are believed to represent the rays of the sun, bringing joy and light to the souls dwelling in the realm of the dead. These flowers surround Day of the Dead altars to guide the spirits to their offerings.

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    Picturesque Figures Hair Gloss

    “I shall never forget the last glimpse which I had of the inn yard and its crowd of picturesque figures, all crossing themselves, as they stood round the wide archway, with its background of rich foliage of oleander and orange trees in green tubs clustered in the centre of the yard.”

    Oleander, orange blossom, and frankincense.

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    Pomegranate Smoke Hair Gloss

    A scent for in-between times and in-between spaces: blackened pomegranate, myrrh, opoponax, cypress, black oud, and 9-year aged patchouli.

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    Pumpkin Cheesecake Hair Gloss

    Graham crackery and cream cheesy! Cinnamon brown sugary! Just a little carroty!

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    Pumpkin Gloss Hair Gloss

    A highly-polished pumpkin sheen: white musk, lemon peel, a splash of pumpkin chypre, and a pile of pumpkin guts.

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    Pumpkin Seed and Terebinth Pitch Hair Gloss

    Toasted pumpkin seeds and thick, smoky rosin.

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    Pumpkin Spice Dragon’s Milk Hair Gloss

    Pumpkin spice, dragon’s blood resin, and honeyed vanilla.

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    Pumpkin Spice Rogue Hair Gloss

    Pumpkin spice-spattered black leather, hemp, and rosin.

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    Pumpkin Spice Silkybat Hair Gloss

    Sugared patchouli and pumpkin spice.

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    Ring of Wolves Hair Gloss

    “But just then the moon, sailing through the black clouds, appeared behind the jagged crest of a beetling, pine-clad rock, and by its light I saw around us a ring of wolves, with white teeth and lolling red tongues, with long, sinewy limbs and shaggy hair.”

    Ochre fur bristling, a whiff of obsidian musk on a moonlit night, crushed pine needles, claws tearing through snow-dusted soil.

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    Samhain Hair Gloss

    Truly the scent of autumn itself — damp woods, fir needle, and black patchouli with the gentlest touches of warm pumpkin, clove, nutmeg, allspice, sweet red apple and mullein.

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    Scherezade in the Pumpkin Patch Hair Gloss

    Pumpkin spiced saffron, heady spices, and red musk.

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    The Hag Hair Gloss

    The Hag is astride,
    This night for to ride;
    The Devill and shee together:
    Through thick, and through thin,
    Now out, and then in,
    Though ne’r so foule be the weather.

    A Thorn or a Burr
    She takes for a Spurre:
    With a lash of a Bramble she rides now,
    Through Brakes and through Bryars,
    O’re Ditches, and Mires,
    She followes the Spirit that guides now.

    No Beast, for his food,
    Dares now range the wood;
    But husht in his laire he lies lurking:
    While mischiefs, by these,
    On Land and on Seas,
    At noone of Night are working,

    The storme will arise,
    And trouble the skies;
    This night, and more for the wonder,
    The ghost from the Tomb
    Affrighted shall come,
    Cal’d out by the clap of the Thunder.

    Black musk, bay leaves, galangal, bourbon vetiver, blackcurrant, and rum.

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