Ivy
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13 Hours Perfume Oil
Add to cart“You have 13 hours in which to solve the Labyrinth… before your baby brother becomes one of us… forever.”
A scent of profound foreboding: dusty black stone, dried rosehips, black moss, and creeping ivy.
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Black Haüs Perfume Oil
Add to cartShades drift through a crumbling manor. Fragrant winds chill the lifeless rooms. A skittering in the darkness.
Overgrown ivy creeping through a neglected lavender patch, a whiff of long-forgotten cologne, indigo oudh, mahogany, and teakwood, ti leaf, ectoplasmic musk, and aged leather.
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Eldena Ruin Perfume Oil
Out of StockCaspar David Friedrich
Oak boughs, olive blossoms, tendrils of thick, overgrown ivy, fossilized amber, and crumbling stone. -
Gingerbread Ghost Perfume Oil
Out of StockAn otherworldly snack: gingerbread twisted in ivy and chilled by white iris, osmanthus, calla lily, gladiolus, lisianthus, and delphinium.
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The Blood Garden Perfume Oil
Add to cartVast open tents have been erected further down the lane. Ornately carved wooden poles support swaths of drooping black lace and blood-crusted burgundy velvet. Grapevines and ivy creep over the beams in the tent and curl like cocoons around bodies that hang upside-down in the caliginous gloom of the tents. Within the shadows, pale figures recline on divans covered in moldering, frayed fabric. As you pass, a feral, white-haired man hoists a tall-stemmed crystal glass of deep red liquid in a toast to you.
Blood accord, bitter clove, English ivy, Tempranillo grape, red currant, oak, leather, blackberry leaf, and ginger lily.
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The Desire of Thy Furious Embraces Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe desire of thy furious embraces
Is more than the wisdom of years,
On the blossom though blood lie in traces,
Though the foliage be sodden with tears.
For the lords in whose keeping the door is
That opens on all who draw breath
Gave the cypress to love, my Dolores,
The myrtle to death.
Cypress, honey myrtle, yew, peace lily, ivy, and black rose.
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The Great and Titled Dead Perfume Oil
Add to cartIn this solitude, having just listened to so strange a story, connected, as it was, with the great and titled dead, whose monuments were moldering among the dust and ivy round us, and every incident of which bore so awfully upon my own mysterious case—in this haunted spot, darkened by the towering foliage that rose on every side, dense and high above its noiseless walls—a horror began to steal over me, and my heart sank as I thought that my friends were, after all, not about to enter and disturb this triste and ominous scene.
The haunted stillness of a long-decayed cemetery plot choked by ivy and wild blackberry thorns.
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The Lantern Bearers Perfume Oil
Out of StockMaxfield Parrish
Radiant orbs of luminous lemon amber illuminating a backdrop of black orchid and ivy-twined, plum-touched cerulean musk. -
The Woman at the Edge of the Woods Perfume Oil
Add to cart“This is the primal threat in our earliest stories: a woman who lives on the outskirts of civilization, rejected by her community; a woman who is old, ugly, asexual; a woman who is, alternately, too beautiful, too sexual, too self-possessed; a woman who knows things others don’t know, and can do things others can’t do. When the loop of patriarchy closes, it can feel inescapable. Yet the way to freedom has been here, in our monster stories, all along. From the beginning, we’ve known that a woman who leaves society as we know it, who heads out to the dark and threatening spaces beyond the world we’ve built, will find not her death but her power.”
A scent of power and wisdom, resilience and rage: a patchouli bramble embraced by creeping ivy and rose thorns, protecting a glade populated with mandrake root, yarrow and nettle, Roman chamomile, purple sage, elderberries, sweet myrrh, smoky vanilla husk, and willow branches.