January 2021
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A Hundred Years Ago Perfume Oil
Add to cartWell a hundred years on the eastern shore
Oh yes, oh
Oh, a hundred years on the eastern shore
A hundred years agoWell its Bully John from Baltimore
Well I knew him well on the eastern shore
Well it’s Bully John’s the boy for me
He’s a buckle on land and a bully at sea
Well its been a long time and a very long time
Well its been a long time since I made this rhyme
Well my old mother she wrote to me
Me darling son come home from sea
Well I thought I heard the first mate cry
That bleeding top main sheave is dry
Well I thought I heard the old man say
Well it’s one more pull and then belayWell a hundred years on the eastern shore
Oh yes, oh
Oh, a hundred years on the eastern shore
A hundred years agoA woody, sea-crisp scent, sun-blasted and creaking: green vetiver and ocean mist with a blast of elemi, verbena, and wild bergamot.
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A-Rovin’ Perfume Oil
Add to cartIn Amsterdam there dwells a maid
Maid of AmsterdamIn Amsterdam there dwells a maid
Mark well what do I say
In Amsterdam there dwells a maid
And she is mistress of her tradeI’ll go no more a-rovin’ with you fair maid
A-roving, A-roving, since roving’s been my ruin
I’ll go no more a-roving with you fair maidA perfume for mistresses and masters of a very specific trade: sultry red musk, heady jasmine, tobacco leaf, red sandalwood, hay sugar, golden honey, sweet carnations, and warm leather.
Proceeds from the sale of this scent benefit Decriminalize Sex Work, a national organization pursuing a state-by-state strategy to end the prohibition of consensual adult prostitution in the United States. “We work with local organizations, advocates, and lobbyists to build community support and convince legislators to stop prostitution-related arrests. Evidence shows that decriminalizing sex work will help end human trafficking, improve public health, and promote community safety.”
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Asleep in the Deep Perfume Oil
Add to cartMany brave hearts are asleep in the deep so beware! Beware!
What of the storm when the night is o’er? There is no trace or sign!
Save where the wreckage hath strewn the shore, peaceful the sun doth shine.
But when the wild raging storm did cease, under the billows two hearts found peace.
No more to part, no more of pain, the bell may now toll its warning in vain.Loudly the bell in the old tower rings
Biding us list to the warning it brings.
Sailor take care! Sailor take care!
Danger is near thee, beware! Beware!
Beware! Beware!A hymn to all who sleep beneath the waves. Sailor beware! A lightless abyss of black plum, sea salt, opium tar accord, labdanum, and indigo benzoin.
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Boney Was a Warrior Perfume Oil
Add to cartBoney was a warrior
Way hey ya
A warrior a terrier
John FrancoisBoney fought the Russians
Way hey ya
The Russians and the Prussians
Jean FrancoisMoscow was a-blazing
Way hey ya
And Boney was a-raging
Jean FrancoisBoney went to Elba
Way hey ya
Boney he came back again
Jean FrancoisBoney went to Waterloo
Way hey ya
There he got his overthrow
Jean FrancoisThen they took him off again
Way hey ya
Aboard the Billy Ruffian
Jean FrancoisHe went to Saint Helena,
Way hey ya
There he was a prisoner,
Jean FrancoisBoney broke his heart and died
Way hey ya
Away in Saint Helena
Jean FrancoisA brief and succinct biography of Napoleon jumbled with the French shanty, Jean François de Nantes. Relevant to our shared interests: Napoleon was a fragrance connoisseur, and he kept a standing order with his perfumer for a delivery of fifty bottles per month.
A fresh, light Napoleonic-era cologne with hints of rosemary, almond, oakmoss, and jasmine.
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Good Ship Venus Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe third mate’s name was Morgan
By God he was a gorgon
From half past eight he played till late
Upon the captain’s organThe rest of the lyrics are too bawdy for me to post outside of a Lupercalia warning.
Salt-crusted wooden planks warmed by cardamom, 7-year aged patchouli, tonka bean, mace, and black pepper.
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Hanging Johnny Perfume Oil
Add to cartThey call me Hanging Johnny
Away, boys, away!
But I never hanged nobody
So hang, boys, hang!They says I hanged my graddy
And then I hanged my familyThey says I hanged my mother
It is they and my brotherI hanged a rotten liar
But I hanged a bloody friarThey tells I hang for money
But hanging’s so bloody funnyWe all will hang together
It’s all for better weatherI’d hang to make things jolly, I’d hang all wrong and folly, we all will hang together: hemp rope, red sandalwood, and white cedar.
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Haul on the Bowline Perfume Oil
Add to cartHaul on the bowlin’, the bully ship’s a-rolling,
Haul on the bowlin’, the bowlin’ haul!
Haul on the bowlin’, Kitty is me darlin’.
Haul on the bowlin’, Kitty comes from Liverpool.
Haul on the bowlin’, it’s a far cry to payday.A short-haul shanty for getting the job done. A thumping chant of patchouli, tobacco absolute, black cedar, and cocoa bean.
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Leave Her, Johnny Perfume Oil
Add to cartOh the times are hard and the wages low
Leave her, Johnny, leave her
Oh the times are hard and the wages low
And it’s time for us to leave her.Oh my old mother she wrote to me
‘My dear son, come home from sea.’It was rotten meat and weevilly bread
‘You’ll eat or starve,’ the Old Man said.I thought I heard the Old Man say
‘You can go ashore and collect your pay.’It’s time for us to say goodbye
For the old pierhead is drawing nigh.Leave her, Johnny, leave her
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her
The voyage is done and the winds don’t blow
And it’s time for us to leave her.A sailor’s love song to her ship: Laotian oud, white cedarwood, sweet black patchouli, spiced rum, blackened fig, and coconut.
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Roll the Old Chariot Perfume Oil
Add to cartOh, a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm,
Oh, a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm,
Oh, a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm,
An’ we’ll all hang on behind!So we’ll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!
An’ we’ll roll the golden chariot along!
So we’ll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!
An’ we’ll all hang on behind!It is said that after Horatio Nelson’s death at the Battle of Trafalgar, his body was preserved in a cask of rum (or in some tales, brandy) in order to preserve it for transport back to England. When the cask arrived, though, it was empty of spirits, and a hole in the cask was found where the sailors had been sucking the booze out with a straw.
Oak planks, iron, brandy, and spiced rum.
The remains of Vice-Admiral Nelson have been omitted from this fragrance.
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Row Bullies Row Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe boardinghouse masters came aboard in a trice
A shouting and a promising all that was nice
Til one old crib took a liking to me
Says he you’re a fool, lad, to follow the seaAnd it’s row, row bullies row
Says he there’s a job as is waiting for you
With lashings of liquor and beggar-all to do
Says he what you say lad, will you? – or two?
Says I you old bastard, I’m damned if I doAnd it’s row, row bullies row
But the best of intentions they never goes far
After thirty two days at the door of the bar
I tossed off me liquor and what do you think
That rotten old bastard had doctored me drinkAnd it’s row, row bullies row
Next I remember I woke in the morn
On a the three skysail yarder bound south round Cape Horn
With an old set of oilskins and two pair of socks
And an IOU nailed to the lid of my boxAnd it’s row, row bullies row
Honeyed rum, a whiff of almond, and a hint of something suspiciously soporific.
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The Wellerman Perfume Oil
Add to cartThere was a ship that put to sea,
And the name of the ship was the Billy at Tea
The wind came up, her bow dipped down,
Blow, my bully boys, blow.Soon may the Wellerman come
And bring us sugar and tea and rum.
One day, when the tonguin’ is done,
We’ll take our leave and go.She had not been two weeks from shore
When down on her a right whale bore.
The captain called all hands and swore
He’d take that whale in tow.Before the boat had hit the water
The whale’s tail came up and caught her.
All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her,
She dived down below.A line we dropped all in pursuit
She raised her tail, a last salute.
But the harpoon lodged there’s no dispute
She dived down below.For six long days and six long nights
She drove us south with all her might,
Until we were too tired to fight,
Then we let her go.The line was cut, the whale was freed;
The Captain’s mind was not on greed.
He belonged to the sailor’s creed
And he let that whale go.Sugar, tea, and rum.