8th Grade Perfume OilOut of Stock
I had considered coming up with a more elegant or clever name for this scent, but it is powerful as it is. Lilith spent half of 6th and all of 7th grade at home, so that first day of school–being able to start 8th grade in person–possessed all the tension and excitement of starting middle school combined with the weight of living through a global pandemic, amplified by the catharsis of being able to be with peers for the first time in a year and a half.
Another step forward on that strange bildungsroman, hovering on the edge of the bittersweet event horizon that is positioned between childhood and adulthood: a twilight scent of black plum, lavender bud, jasmine sambac, tolu balsam, cocoa bean, and tuberose set against a fading memory of spun sugar.
All is Silent Save the Voice of the Clock Perfume OilOut of Stock
And, anon, there strikes the ebony clock which stands in the hall of the velvet. And then, for a moment, all is still, and all is silent save the voice of the clock. The dreams are stiff-frozen as they stand. But the echoes of the chime die away — they have endured but an instant — and a light, half-subdued laughter floats after them as they depart. And now again the music swells, and the dreams live, and writhe to and fro more merrily than ever, taking hue from the many-tinted windows through which stream the rays from the tripods.
Dreams writhing to and fro, bubbling up from half-subdued laughter: pink peppercorn, jasmine sambac, and cypress bubbling up through half-subdued white lavender, stabbed through with streams of red musk and black currant.
Autumn Tagaigata Perfume OilAdd to cart
Scarlet maple leaves, red musk, polished horn accord, jasmine sambac, tobacco leaf, and white honey.
Boy With Goat in a Landscape Perfume OilOut of Stock
Grapevine and ivy, olive blossom, lavender, cypress, bay leaf, honey myrtle, Tuscany sage, and jasmine sambac.
Coffee Bean, Jasmin Sambac, and Vanilla Perfume OilAdd to cart
Faiza, The Lady of Serpents Perfume OilAdd to cart
Upon the next stage, a primitive cage has been erected. It is made of heavy, dark sticks bound with strips of deep brown leather. The stage is as dark as pitch, and from the shadows, you hear soft hissing, spitting, and an ominous chorus of weird rattling sounds. You approach with some trepidation, and peer between the bars. Your attention is seized by writhing forms on the straw bottom of the cage. As your eyes adjust to the gloom, you realize that the floor is seething with serpents, dark and colorful, languid and large, swift and small. You hear a sultry chuckle, and you see bright, unblinking emerald eyes staring at you from the corner of the cage. A woman crawls through the snakes, her scaled body as sinuous and lissome as the creatures that share her home. She reaches towards you languorously with her sharp-clawed hands and sighs.
A sensual blend of twisting, exotic, serpentine oils: black amber, oakmoss, green sandalwood, bergamot, jasmine sambac, gardenia, orange pulp, black cardamom, vanilla, blackberry, black musk, blackened vanilla husk, white honey, ti leaf, and ginger.
Happy Couple Reading a Book Together Perfume OilOut of Stock
White tea, Italian bergamot, jasmine sambac, and cucumber.
I Sit and Sew Perfume OilAdd to cart
I sit and sew – a useless task it seems,
My hands grown tired, my head weighed down with dreams –
The panoply of war, the martial tred of men,
Grim-faced, stern-eyed, gazing beyond the ken
Of lesser souls, whose eyes have not seen Death,
Nor learned to hold their lives but as a breath –
But – I must sit and sew.
I sit and sew – my heart aches with desire –
That pageant terrible, that fiercely pouring fire
On wasted fields, and writhing grotesque things
Once men. My soul in pity flings
Appealing cries, yearning only to go
There in that holocaust of hell, those fields of woe –
But – I must sit and sew.
The little useless seam, the idle patch;
Why dream I here beneath my homely thatch,
When there they lie in sodden mud and rain,
Pitifully calling me, the quick ones and the slain?
You need me, Christ! It is no roseate dream
That beckons me – this pretty futile seam,
It stifles me – God, must I sit and sew?
– Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson
Silk threads unraveling: sheer vanilla and violet leaf with jasmine sambac, white musk, and tea leaf.
Melisande, the Puppet Mistress Perfume OilOut of Stock
Behind the diminutive stage, the puppet mistress stands, a pale and grinning Professor, the Lady of Chaos. Her hands are tangled in web-like strings; a swazzle peeks through her violet lips. Behind her, you see a wavering image, with all the vague haziness of a mirage: a leaping coyote, a flame-haired and scarred Norseman, a glittering golden spider, a laughing monkey, a leering satyr, a shadowy flutist, and an African youth dressed in black and red.
Jasmine sambac, dark musk, violet water, vanilla bean and mimosa.
Mysterious Techniques in Lovemaking Perfume OilOut of Stock
Orris root, white oakmoss, coconut, jasmine sambac, pink pepper, benzoin, plum blossom, and white ginger.
Orgy With Tagaigata Perfume OilOut of Stock
Rose petals, frangipani, gardenia, jasmine sambac, white cognac, and lemon peel.
Pink Cherry and Jasmine Sambac Perfume OilAdd to cart
Shipwreck Graveyard Perfume OilAdd to cart
Seaweed-wrapped planks of red oak, white pine, and cedar coated in thick algae, a tangle of hemp rope, cast iron cannons thick with rust, all enveloped in a ghostly gasp of white musk, bergamot, ambrette, and jasmine sambac.
The Madam Perfume OilOut of Stock
Moroccan rose absolute, East Indian patchouli, rose chypre, vintage musk accord, cassis bud, jasmine sambac, tonka bean, and rose sandalwood.
The Squishy Cushions Perfume OilOut of Stock
The glory of Venus as the apex of luxury and sensuality: velvet red rose petal attar, sweet red oudh, Mysore sandalwood, red benzoin, elemi, silken musk, and jasmine sambac.