Halloween 2020
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A Cozy Sweater and an Apple Cider Perfume Oil
Out of StockA dribble of apple cider spilled onto a cream-colored angora sweater.
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An Open Grave Underneath the Heavy Leaves Perfume Oil
Out of StockA stand of people
by an opengrave underneath
the heavy leavescelebrates
the cut and fillfor the new road
wherean old man
on his kneesreaps a basket-
ful ofmatted grasses for his goats
– William Carlos WilliamsSweet hay, dry grasses, and wild herbs.
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Bleeding Walls Perfume Oil
Out of StockRivulets of gore obscure peeling, faded wallpaper, only to vanish just before reaching the floor…
Bubbling, sebaceous globs of black cherry, scabby dried red fruits, bitter almond, and cherry liqueur pushing through cracked and peeling velvet-flocked wallpaper.
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Bookcase Passage Perfume Oil
Out of StockA shelf of ancient tomes silently glides aside to reveal a narrow corridor, shadowed and draped thickly with cobwebs.
Polished oak and mahogany, crumbling pages and cracked leather, all thick with dust and strewn with sandalwood cobwebs.
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Chocolate Smooch Smut Perfume Oil
Out of StockA little melted, but fine if you pick out the foil remnants.
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Cracked Mirrors Perfume Oil
Out of StockGlass crazed and blackened with age reveals fleeting glimpses of ghostly figures, here one moment and gone the next.
A blur of white sandalwood, orris, ambergris accord, and muguet passing behind shattered silver gilt.
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Creaking Floorboards Perfume Oil
Out of StockAncient timbers settling–or faint, uneven footsteps, drawing ever nearer?
Darkwood Victorian parquet floorboards faded with age, cracked and splintered, stained with the memory of spilled black tea, a cigarette burn, and blood.
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Dark Chocolate Pumpkin Pie Perfume Oil
Out of StockWith a chocolate crust, a layer of pumpkin cream cheese, and chocolate ganache.
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Disembodied Malevolent Laughter Perfume Oil
Out of StockA cruel, gleefully malicious cackle echoes through the air, without discernible direction. Sometimes loud, sometimes faint, but never truly gone.
A distorted, cacophonous, and mirthless chortle: a hollow rumble of dark resins that rises into a shrieking crescendo of icy wine grape, white musk, and white lemon.
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Doleful Pipe Organ Perfume Oil
Out of StockDiscordant, scattered strains of a song, its melody half stolen by time, drift mournfully through the halls, accompanied by the rustle of spectral sheet music.
A dramatic and doleful scent: black oud and vetiver with burgundy pitch, guiac wood, opoponax, velvet black cacao absolute, and incense smoke.
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Endless Corridors Perfume Oil
Out of StockSuffocating hallways stretch in improbable directions and distances, in defiance of architecture and physics.
A flicker of beeswax and candle smoke casting distorted shadows on a blackened panel of vetiver.
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Figure in Attic Window Perfume Oil
Out of StockA pallid phantasm glimpsed through thick panes of leaded glass, easily mistaken for dust motes dancing in a single beam of moonlight: white frankincense, star anise, wormwood, and iridescent bergamot.
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Flickering Lights, Fluttering Curtains Perfume Oil
Out of StockFurtive, fitful movements parody a house alive and alight with warmth. Gas lamps dim and flare; yellowing lace billows in the chill, still air.
Brittle smoked vanilla lace with yellow champaca, white cognac, davana, white amber, and chamomile.
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For the Love of God, Poetricia Hair Gloss
Out of StockFor the love of God, Poetricia
Withdrew from view and doesn’t miss ya
Isolation suits her fine,
Her best friend is a cask of wine.Dried red fruits, red benzoin, poppy tar, and amontillado.
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From Sunset to Star Rise Perfume Oil
Out of StockGo from me, summer friends, and tarry not:
I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,
A silly sheep benighted from the fold,
A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot.
Take counsel, sever from my lot your lot,
Dwell in your pleasant places, hoard your gold;
Lest you with me should shiver on the wold,
Athirst and hungering on a barren spot.
For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge,
I live alone, I look to die alone:
Yet sometimes, when a wind sighs through the sedge,
Ghosts of my buried years, and friends come back,
My heart goes sighing after swallows flown
On sometime summer’s unreturning track.
– Christina RossettiThorn-strangled roses, vetiver, honeysuckle, twilit musk, and black oud.
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Gloom Meeting Hair Gloss
Out of StockFacial recognition sucks
When your look is “corpse deluxe”
So when Grizelda touches base,
She always brings an extra face.Sweet oakmoss, vetiver, and white sandalwood.
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Howling in Vain Hair Gloss
Out of StockPlease don’t think it rude of Sylvia
Who’s eight months overdue to kill ya
She’s staying safe, but howls in vain
When moonbeams strike her window paneMoonlit amber fur, basmati rice, and champaca absolute.
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Icy Drafts Perfume Oil
Out of StockA single, grave-cold finger, gently stroked the length of your spine: frosted eucalyptus, ti leaf, white bergamot, peppermint, and absinthe.
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In Night When Colors All to Black Are Cast Perfume Oil
Out of StockIn night when colors all to black are cast,
Distinction lost, or gone down with the light;
The eye a watch to inward senses placed,
Not seeing, yet still having powers of sight,Gives vain alarums to the inward sense,
Where fear stirred up with witty tyranny,
Confounds all powers, and thorough self-offense,
Doth forge and raise impossibility:Such as in thick depriving darknesses,
Proper reflections of the error be,
And images of self-confusednesses,
Which hurt imaginations only see;And from this nothing seen, tells news of devils,
Which but expressions be of inward evils.
– Lord Brooke Fulke GrevilleAn inner darkness: ink-black vegetal musk, opoponax, velvet myrrh, nagarmotha, black champa, labdanum, and plum honey.
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It Was Just a Cat Perfume Oil
Out of StockA scraping sound in the darkness, a scrabble of movement, the unnerving crash of a vase carelessly knocked to the ground.
A flash of amber fur skittering through shadows of opoponax, red labdanum, and myrrh.
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La Calavera Catarina Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe Lady of the Graveyard! Autumn leaves, wild roses, bourbon vanilla, dry chamomile, and a bouquet of bright chrysanthemums and Mexican marigolds.
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Liquid Gold is in the Air Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe thistledown’s flying, though the winds are all still,
On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,
The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot;
Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot.The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread,
The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.
The fallow fields glitter like water indeed,
And gossamers twitter, flung from weed unto weed.Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
And the rivers we’re eying burn to gold as they run;
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.
– John ClareLiquid gold cascading over parched earth: three glittering ambers, golden oud, golden apple, saffron, and orange blossom honey with vanilla husk and gilded cedar.
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Midnight Bonfire Perfume Oil
Out of StockLighting the path between worlds, the beacon at the threshold: night-blooming jasmine, smoldering maple leaves, a cluster of patchouli and blackened ti leaf, black sage, and pinewood smoke.
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October Perfume Oil
Out of StockAy, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath!
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
In the gay woods and in the golden air,
Like to a good old age released from care,
Journeying, in long serenity, away.
In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
Might wear out life like thee, ‘mid bowers and brooks
And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
And music of kind voices ever nigh;
And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.
– William Cullen BryantDry, cold autumn wind. A rustle of red leaves, a touch of smoke and sap in the air.
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Please Scream Inside Your Haunted House Perfume Oil
Out of StockThese days, we mostly only inhale so that we can scream again. Does this mean we’re officially haunting our own house? You betcha, and we’re perfuming ourselves accordingly. Here’s a new variation on our Please Scream Inside Your Heart blend that captures just how hard it is to hear ourselves think over the background noise of our own stifled screams.
Art by Drew Rausch.
Funnel cakes entombed in teakwood, cedar, and sawdust.
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Please Scream Inside Your Pumpkin Patch Perfume Oil
Out of StockDid it ever occur to you that carving a mouth into your jack-o-lantern allows it to scream silently at all times? This considerate gesture allows pumpkins to release any pent-up bellows, screeches, and shrieks they may have absorbed while growing in the pumpkin patch — a popular destination for humans who simply can’t hold it all in.
We hope this variation on our Please Scream Inside Your Heart perfume blend serves as a timely reminder of the non-judgmental audience available to you in the nearest patch.
Art by Drew Rausch.
Pumpkin pulp, pumpkin seeds, and a little bit of hay all smashed into a pile of funnel cake.
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Poisoned Apple Martini Perfume Oil
Out of StockGreen apple vodka, apple schnapps, butterscotch schnapps, cranberry juice, and a maraschino cherry.
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Pumpkin Booze Perfume Oil
Out of StockAn autumn hooch scent that even the most devoted teetotaler might love: pumpkin spice syrup poured over bourbon with a twist of orange zest and cinnamon clove rimming sugar.
Art by Drew Rausch.
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Pumpkin Gazpacho Perfume Oil
Out of StockIt’s soup. Soup for my family.
A scent of renewal: roasted pumpkin pulp, tomato, bell pepper, cucumber, sage, and cream.
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Pumpkin Spice Cinnamon Buns Perfume Oil
Out of StockTed has a thing for cinnamon buns, so I’m loading up the perfume with cinnamon buns this year
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Rickety Staircase Perfume Oil
Out of StockOnce the grand foyer’s elegant centerpiece, now its winding curves creak treacherously, the handrail dull and splintered under decades of dust: fossilized amber crackling over dry oak.
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Samhain Perfume Oil
Out of StockTruly the scent of autumn itself — damp woods, fir needle, and black patchouli with the gentlest touches of warm pumpkin, clove, nutmeg, allspice, green cardamom, sweet red apple and mullein.
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Shelter-in-Tomb Hair Gloss
Out of StockCallidora’s rather haughty
About her perfect antibodies,
But doesn’t want to share with ya;
Maybe next millennia!Clove-tinted blood drops, sweet aged patchouli, fig milk, and red amber.
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Sinister Groundskeeper Perfume Oil
Out of StockA menacing figure in grassy overalls and mud-flecked boots, with a wheelbarrow full of sharp yet rust-stained implements. At least, it looks like rust…
Clods of moist soil, crushed dandelions, and the coppery clove-tang of dried blood.
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Split-level Suburban Tract Home Perfume Oil
Out of StockA bland paean to domesticity, perfect and perfectly ordinary in every way – except for the whiff of unease creeping over the beautifully manicured lawn.
Fresh-cut grass and chalky drywall with the indole tang of something clammy underneath.
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Stitched Together Hair Gloss
Out of StockLavina’s nights are stitched together
From the dead bits most would sever
With lightning zapping from her eyes
She’ll shine, but there’s no rush to rise.A shock of green tea mochi and chocolate mint ice cream.
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Suck It 2020 Perfume Oil
Out of StockI dunno – it just works, doesn’t it? 2020 has not been sexy, but it has been suckable in all the wrong ways.
Black cherry brandy with a hint of sour apricot.
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Sugar Skull Perfume Oil
Out of StockVibrant with the joy and sweetness of life in death! A blend of five sugars, lightly dusted with candied fruits.
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The Ghosts of the Year Perfume Oil
Out of StockTwo things I did on Hallows Night:-
Made my house April-clear;
Left open wide my door
To the ghosts of the year.Then one came in. Across the room
It stood up long and fair –
The ghost that was myself –
And gave me stare for stare.
– Lizette Woodworth ReeseWhite musk, lemongrass, neroli, white pepper, lavender, white cedar, oakmoss, dandelion sap, and white amber.
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Toy-Strewn Attic Perfume Oil
Out of StockPhysical and psychic artifacts of past inhabitants lie forgotten atop steamer trunks, limbs askew or missing, glassy eyes searching sightlessly for new playmates.
Cedar chests cracking from age, the sharp, metallic scent of rusting tin soldiers, dried leaves caking cracked porcelain tea cups, the shattered faces of china dolls and the tattered appendages of rotting cloth puppets, a glass eye gleaming beneath a dust-caked table, the rose-tinted tinkle of a ballerina dancing inside a music box that suddenly warbles as a rocking chair creaks in a darkened corner.
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Unsettling Portraits Perfume Oil
Out of StockDust and cobwebs drape from gilded frames like filmy shrouds over a gallery of leering, long-dead relatives: crackled amber resin, faded turpentine and torn canvas, pulverized frankincense, verdigris, and crushed malachite, lead white sandalwood, smoky umber, and lampblack.