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    A Boar and a Goat Perfume Oil

    18th century Russian lubok, illustrator unknown

    Red amber, frankincense C02 absolute, green fig, labdanum, King mandarin, Atlas cedar, and bitter almond.

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  • A Nocturnal Visitor Perfume Oil

    Blood orange, sweet peach nectar, Mysore sandalwood, and labdanum.

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    A Silhouette Perfume Oil

    Yellowing parchment and lampblack, a drop of lilac, a smear of labdanum, and a splash of white musk.

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  • Aelopile Perfume Oil

    Smoldering coals heat the device from below, and steam hisses through two curved pipes, rotating the shining brass sphere.

    Glowing amber and citrus, labdanum, verbena, cedar, and oud.

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  • Apostrophe of Time Perfume Oil

    O fleeting Time! whence art thou come?
    And whither do thy footsteps tend?
    Deep in the past where was thy home,
    And where thy future journey’s end?

    Thou art from vast eternity,
    And unto boundless regions found;
    But what and where’s infinity?
    And what know we of space unbound?

    The furrowed brow betokens age;
    But who thy centuries can tell?
    Was ancient seer or learned sage
    In wisdom’s lore e’er versed so well?

    Hast thou from childhood wandered thus,
    Companionless and lone, through space,
    With mystery o’er thy exodus,
    And darkness ’round thy resting place.

    What lengthened years have come and gone,
    Since thou thy tireless march began,
    Since Luna’s children sang at dawn,
    The wonders of creation’s plan?

    How many years of gloom and night
    Had passed, long ere yon king of day
    Had reigned his fiery steeds of light,
    And sped them on their shining way?

    Thou knowest — Thou alone, O thou!
    Omniscient and eternal Three!
    To whose broad eye all time is now —
    The past, with all eternity;

    In whose dread presence I shall stand,
    When time shall sink to rise no more,
    In that broad sea of thy command,
    Whose waves roll on, without a shore.

    – James Madison Bell

    The overwhelming incalculability of space, the glow and fade of countless days, the starry expanse of night. A scent that reaches into eternity and towards forever: glittering bergamot, lemon peel, and golden amber, star-flecked labdanum, neroli, and clary sage.

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  • Asleep in the Deep Perfume Oil

    Many 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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    Bears of Berlin Perfume Oil

    Even in utero, Lilith had a full head of hair. She looked like a Monchhichi when she was born, and from the moment I first saw her, I called her Bear. She’s my Baby Bear, Bunnybear, Bearington, Beanie Bear. I made up bear bedtime stories for her – we still tell each other bear jokes all the time. Every time I see a bear video or meme, I save it for her, my little Princess Bear.

    While we were in Berlin, we made a point of taking photos with as many Buddy Bears as possible. They’re intended to symbolize peace, tolerance, and understanding between religions, nations, and cultures worldwide, and Lilith knows how important that is – especially now.

    Sweet buttered rum, brown musk, wildflower honey, tonka bean, labdanum, and clove.

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    BEING, LIKE, REALLY SMART Perfume Oil

    Soothe your cares with a blend of dull, dolorous, soporific lavender, weighed down with opoponax and thick labdanum, spiked by an unpredictable, unsettling slash of black pepper.

    Proceeds from the sale of this scent benefits the Southern Poverty Law Center.

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  • Bobbing for Oblivion Perfume Oil

    Arkansas black apples with inky musk, wood spice, labdanum, patchouli, dark African woods, and saffron.

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    Brumation Perfume Oil

    Winter sluggishness, December’s malaise. A torpor: thick brown labdanum, tobacco absolute, vetiver, black moss, and black patchouli.

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    But Men Loved Darkness Rather Than Light Perfume Oil

    The world’s light shines, shine as it will,
    The world will love its darkness still.
    I doubt though when the world’s in hell,
    It will not love its darkness half so well.

    The world will love its darkness: cistus labdanum, ginger, East Indian patchouli, pimento berry, oakmoss, saffron, smoky vanilla, sage, myrrh, and bitter clove.

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    Closing the Bamboo Curtain Perfume Oil

    Green bamboo reeds, polished labdanum, oakmoss, and white patchouli.

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  • Contest of Colors, Pink Peach Blossoms and White Plum Flowers Perfume Oil

    Pink peach blossoms, white plum flowers, carnation petals, labdanum, skin musk, and white amber.

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    Couple Enjoying a Summer Breeze Perfume Oil

    White sage and patchouli with Himalayan cedarwood, sweet labdanum, and brown sugar.

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  • Die Flamme Reinigt Sich Vom Rauch Perfume Oil

    Die Flamme reinigt sich vom Rauch:
    So reinge unsern Glauben!
    Und raubt man uns den alten Brauch,
    Dein Licht, wer kann es rauben!

    As from the smoke is freed the blaze,
    So let our faith burn bright!
    And if they crush our olden ways,
    Whoe’er can crush Thy light?

    The Old Ways preserved, defended, and renewed: bonfire smoke, chestnuts, sweet roasted acorns, amber resin, cedarwood, oakmoss, labdanum, vanilla bean, and frankincense.

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  • Divinities Implacable, Doom-Laden Perfume Oil

    Myrrh, black musk, labdanum, and rose.

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    Erotic Vegetables Hair Gloss

    White cedar, tomato leaf, clary sage, woodmoss, sweet labdanum, clove husk, and leather.

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  • Event Horizon Perfume Oil

    A disconcerting scent, heavy and oppressive, through which no light, no matter, and no spirit can escape. Black opium, labdanum, opoponax, black orchid, and benzoin.

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    Exorcist Perfume Oil

    Inspired by the character BRIAN LI SUNG.
    Christine’s lover who, in the aftermath of her violent death, becomes haunted and possessed by what he sees as the “entity” of Grendel.

    A refined lilac fougère with frankincense, labdanum, styrax, and dark musk.

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    Flesh of My Flesh Perfume Oil

    “‘Silence! If you make a sound I shall take him and dash his brains out before your very eyes.’ I was appalled and was too bewildered to do or say anything. With a mocking smile, he placed one hand upon my shoulder and, holding me tight, bared my throat with the other, saying as he did so, ‘First, a little refreshment to reward my exertions. You may as well be quiet. It is not the first time, or the second, that your veins have appeased my thirst!’ I was bewildered, and strangely enough, I did not want to hinder him. I suppose it is a part of the horrible curse that such is, when his touch is on his victim. And oh, my God, my God, pity me! He placed his reeking lips upon my throat!” Her husband groaned again. She clasped his hand harder, and looked at him pityingly, as if he were the injured one, and went on.

    “I felt my strength fading away, and I was in a half swoon. How long this horrible thing lasted I know not, but it seemed that a long time must have passed before he took his foul, awful, sneering mouth away. I saw it drip with the fresh blood!” The remembrance seemed for a while to overpower her, and she drooped and would have sunk down but for her husband’s sustaining arm. With a great effort she recovered herself and went on.

    “Then he spoke to me mockingly, ‘And so you, like the others, would play your brains against mine. You would help these men to hunt me and frustrate me in my design! You know now, and they know in part already, and will know in full before long, what it is to cross my path. They should have kept their energies for use closer to home. Whilst they played wits against me, against me who commanded nations, and intrigued for them, and fought for them, hundreds of years before they were born, I was countermining them. And you, their best beloved one, are now to me, flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood, kin of my kin, my bountiful wine-press for a while, and shall be later on my companion and my helper. You shall be avenged in turn, for not one of them but shall minister to your needs. But as yet you are to be punished for what you have done. You have aided in thwarting me. Now you shall come to my call. When my brain says “Come!” to you, you shall cross land or sea to do my bidding. And to that end this!’

    With that he pulled open his shirt, and with his long sharp nails opened a vein in his breast. When the blood began to spurt out, he took my hands in one of his, holding them tight, and with the other seized my neck and pressed my mouth to the wound, so that I must either suffocate or swallow some to the… Oh, my God! My God! What have I done? What have I done to deserve such a fate, I who have tried to walk in meekness and righteousness all my days. God pity me! Look down on a poor soul in worse than mortal peril. And in mercy pity those to whom she is dear!” Then she began to rub her lips as though to cleanse them from pollution.

    Blood of my blood: a deep crimson musk threaded with mesmerizing Tunisian amber, voluptuous champaca blossom, vanilla absolute, labdanum, bitter almond, and black orchid.

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  • Fulcrum Perfume Oil

    This is a peaceful blend, quiet and soothing. Utilize it to help you find your center, your point of support.

    This oil includes elemi, vetiver root, ylang ylang, frankincense, labdanum, and clary sage.

    Fulcrum and Foundation can be used in tandem to help you find stability and focus so you can tackle life’s challenges from a position of power.

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  • Gaueko Perfume Oil

    The Basque God of Night and all the perils of the darkness. Though he is the God of the Danger that Lurks in the Gloom, he is kind to men and warns them against the nighttime hazards and sets rules of conduct for both the living and the dead as they travel through his domain. It is said that since the warm, vibrant daylight is for the living, the abodes of night are reserved for the dead. All who heed his counsel are protected, but woe be to any man that disobeys the laws of Gaueko: he is swift to punish those that would scorn his advice. Blackened sandalwood and misty lavender, with curling wisps of smoky tobacco, nag champa, and labdanum.

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    Harper Perfume Oil

    Pale bergamot, labdanum, white incense, vanilla-tinged musk, Burmese oudh and tea rose.

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    Hastur Perfume Oil

    It wasn’t a dark and stormy night.

    It should have been, but that’s the weather for you. For every mad scientist who’s had a convienient thunderstorm just on the night his Great Work is finished and lying on the slab, there have been dozens who’ve sat around aimlessly under the peaceful stars while Igor racks up the overtime.

    But don’t let the fog (with rain later, temperatures dropping to around forty-five degrees) give anyone a false sense of security. Just because it’s a mild night doesn’t mean that dark forces aren’t abroad. They’re abroad all the time. They’re everywhere.

    They always are. That’s the whole point.

    Two of them lurked in a ruined graveyard. Two shadowy figures, one hunched and squat, the other lean and menacing, both of them Olympic-grade lurkers. If Bruce Springsteen had ever recorded “Born to Lurk,” these two would have been on the album cover. They had been lurking in the fog for over an hour now, but they had been pacing themselves and could lurk for the rest of the night if necessary, with still enough sullen menace left for a final burst of lurking around dawn.

    Finally, after another twenty minutes, one of them said: “Bugger this for a lark. He should have been here hours ago.”

    The speaker’s name was Hastur. He was a Duke of Hell.

    Smoky-sour labdanum, black patchouli, wet tobacco, and brimstone.

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  • How to Write the Beat of Love Perfume Oil

    How write the beat of love, the very throb,

    The rhythm of our veins’ deep eloquence?

    How fix that darkness―rending final sob,

    That perfect swoon of each united sense.

     

    The full-sailed rising of your body’s sweep

    ― Adrift and safe on joy’s last tidal wave ―

    Will toss you on the silver sands of sleep,

    Forgetful of the ecstacy you gave.

     

    Your breath ebbs restful as the falling tide:

    A sea becalmed!… Lay me in valleyed part

    Of breasts whose undulating crests subside ― 

    Ah how they marked the high beats of your heart!

    – Natalie Clifford Barney


    The high beat of your heart: pulsating red musk, red mango, labdanum, black honey, black gardenia, Indonesian patchouli, and champaca blossom.

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  • In Night When Colors All to Black Are Cast Perfume Oil

    In 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 Greville

    An inner darkness: ink-black vegetal musk, opoponax, velvet myrrh, nagarmotha, black champa, labdanum, and plum honey.

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    In Templum Dei Perfume Oil

    Oman frankincense, cistus labdanum, white sandalwood, and liquidambar.

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  • INNOCENT SOULS TURNED CARRION BIRDS

    Innocent Souls Turned Carrion Birds Perfume Oil

    Then poets forgot their jeweled words
    And cut the sky with glittering swords;
    And innocent souls turned carrion birds
    To perch upon the dead.

    Grey musk, grey sandalwood, and labdanum.

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    Judgmental Longhorn Perfume Oil

    He knows what you’ve been up to. Sweet tonka, smoked vanilla, benzoin, labdanum, amber, hay absolute, cacao absolute, and soft brown musk.

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  • Könnt Ihr So Verwegen Handeln Perfume Oil

    Könnt ihr so verwegen handeln?
    Wollt ihr denn zum Tode wandeln?
    Kennet ihr nicht die Gesetze
    Unsrer harten Überwinder?
    Rings gestellt sind ihre Netze
    Auf die Heiden, auf die Sünder.
    Ach, sie schlachten auf dem Walle
    Unsre Weiber, unsre Kinder.
    Und wir alle
    Nahen uns gewissem Falle.

    Auf des Lagers hohem Walle
    Schlachten sie schon unsre Kinder.
    Ach, die strengen Überwinder!
    Und wir alle
    Nahen uns gewissem Falle.

    Would ye, then, so rashly act?
    Would ye instant death attract?
    Know ye not the cruel threats
    Of the victors we obey?
    Round about are placed their nets
    In the sinful heathen’s way.
    Ah! upon the lofty wall
    Wife and children slaughter they;
    And we all
    Hasten to a certain fall.

    Ay, upon the camp’s high wall
    All our children loved they slay.
    Ah, what cruel victors they!
    And we all
    Hasten to a certain fall.

    Bittersweet orange blossom, blackcurrant, labdanum, and winter roses splashed with tears.

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    Kroenen Perfume Oil

    Shining black leather, gleaming metal, labdanum, and myrrh.

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    Lady Death: Savage Perfume Oil

    Lady Death in all her savage glory: an unrelenting supernatural warrior witch!

    White musk, grey amber, Calabrian bergamot, vanilla absolute, French labdanum, styrax, wormwood, caraway, and bois de jasmin.

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  • Le Lèthè Perfume Oil

    Viens sur mon coeur, âme cruelle et sourde,
    Tigre adoré, monstre aux airs indolents;
    Je veux longtemps plonger mes doigts tremblants
    Dans l’épaisseur de ta crinière lourde;

    Dans tes jupons remplis de ton parfum
    Ensevelir ma tête endolorie,
    Et respirer, comme une fleur flétrie,
    Le doux relent de mon amour défunt.

    Je veux dormir! dormir plutôt que vivre!
    Dans un sommeil aussi doux que la mort,
    J’étalerai mes baisers sans remords
    Sur ton beau corps poli comme le cuivre.

    Pour engloutir mes sanglots apaisés
    Rien ne me vaut l’abîme de ta couche;
    L’oubli puissant habite sur ta bouche,
    Et le Léthé coule dans tes baisers.

    À mon destin, désormais mon délice,
    J’obéirai comme un prédestiné;
    Martyr docile, innocent condamné,
    Dont la ferveur attise le supplice,

    Je sucerai, pour noyer ma rancoeur,
    Le népenthès et la bonne ciguë
    Aux bouts charmants de cette gorge aiguë
    Qui n’a jamais emprisonné de coeur.

    – – –

    Come, lie upon my breast, cruel, insensitive soul,
    Adored tigress, monster with the indolent air;
    I want to plunge trembling fingers for a long time
    In the thickness of your heavy mane,

    To bury my head, full of pain
    In your skirts redolent of your perfume,
    To inhale, as from a withered flower,
    The moldy sweetness of my defunct love.

    I wish to sleep! to sleep rather than live!
    In a slumber doubtful as death,
    I shall remorselessly cover with my kisses
    Your lovely body polished like copper.

    To bury my subdued sobbing
    Nothing equals the abyss of your bed,
    Potent oblivion dwells upon your lips
    And Lethe flows in your kisses.

    My fate, hereafter my delight,
    I’ll obey like one predestined;
    Docile martyr, innocent man condemned,
    Whose fervor aggravates the punishment.

    I shall suck, to drown my rancor,
    Nepenthe and the good hemlock
    From the charming tips of those pointed breasts
    That have never guarded a heart.

    Red musk and sweat-damp golden skin musk with labdanum, golden amber, nutmeg, tobacco absolute, black orchid, and hemlock accord.

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    Lithograph of a Mountain Goat Perfume Oil

    H Weir

    White sandalwood, black pepper, muguet, agarwood, labdanum, and 3-year aged patchouli.

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    Low-Hanging Junk Perfume Oil

    Vanilla bourbon, fossilized amber resin, bitter almond, labdanum, and tobacco absolute.

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    Magnetite Phoenix Perfume Oil

    An iron grey beacon of good fortune: opoponax and sweet labdanum with iron filings, high john the conqueror root, vetiver, frankincense, and patchouli.

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    Mary Shelley Perfume Oil

    It was the secrets of heaven and earth that I desired to learn; and whether it was the outward substance of things or the inner spirit of nature and the mysterious soul of man that occupied me, still my inquiries were directed to the metaphysical, or in its highest sense, the physical secrets of the world.

    The scent of absinthe, lightning, stormclouds, and laudanum crashing through a veil of soft Victorian perfume.

    Illustrated by Abigail Larson.
    Purchase the tee here!

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    Matthew 25:34-36 Perfume Oil

    Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Enter, you who are blessed by my Father! Take what’s coming to you in this kingdom. It’s been ready for you since the world’s foundation. And here’s why:

    I was hungry and you fed me,
    I was thirsty and you gave me a drink,
    I was homeless and you gave me a room,
    I was shivering and you gave me clothes,
    I was sick and you stopped to visit,
    I was in prison and you came to me.’

    Olibanum, labdanum, spikenard, cade, cardamom pod, and olive blossom.

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  • Medea Perfume Oil

    Granddaughter of Helios, Hecate’s chosen: Medea was one of the greatest sorceresses of the ancient world. She is the embodiment of ruthless power, indomitable will and furious vengeance. Night-blooming cereus, black orchid, black currant and myrtle leaf enshrouded in the incense of Hecate’s cypress and myrrh, and the dark rage of magickal labdanum and intoxicating poppy.

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    Men Will Fall to Her Darkness Perfume Oil

    And those who call the shadows home will rise again. A haze of blood musk, myrrh, blackened lavender buds, labdanum, and opoponax.

    Hellboy in Theaters Now.

    Motion Picture Artwork © 2019 Summit Entertainment, LLC. All Rights Reserved

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    Misericordia Perfume Oil

    The Misericordia, or Tristis, are vampires that are consumed with a longing to regain their lost humanity, some to the point of being driven mad by the desire to be human once more. The shock of their transition into vampirism and the rejection they faced from friends and loved ones was devastating, and it compromises their ability to find solace and comfort. Unlike the Transeo, Misericordia cannot merge into human society, but are relegated by their own grief to the position of outsiders. Their inherent melancholy and morose temperaments make it difficult for them to cultivate relationships with either humans or vampires. Most vampires treat the Misericordia with a fair amount of derision, and they are sometimes hunted by Interfectors who see the perspective of the Misericordia as an affront to their way of thinking.

    Eons of grief and unending hunger: magnolia, black currant, castoreum accord, lavender, labdanum, amber, rose otto, and opoponax.

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    Monk and Actor Perfume Oil

    Soft auburn musk, clove bud, honeyed patchouli, oakmoss absolute, cashmere labdanum, cedar, and mimosa blossom.

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    Moons of Saturn: Dione Perfume Oil

    Oracle and healer, the Titaness Dione was once one of Zeus’ consorts. Her scent is dove black labdanum shining with opalescent lavender and poplar bud.

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    No One is Above the Law Perfume Oil

    On December 18, 2019, the House voted to impeach Donald Trump, passing its first two articles of impeachment: one for abuse of power, and the other for obstruction of justice.

    “Our children and their children will ask us what did you do? What did you say? For some this vote may be hard. But we have a mission and a mandate to be on the right side of history.” – John Lewis

    There’s still much left to do. We all have a mission and mandate to be on the right side of history: get out and protest, call your reps, and for the love of all things decent and good, make sure you do not sit idly by while the Republican-controlled Senate destroys the Republic. Pressure your Senators to do the right thing, even if that may seem like an uphill battle. Write to your representatives, join every protest, take to the streets. Together, we can make a difference.

    Proceeds benefit the ACLU.

    A burst of sunlight dissolving the smoke-thick thunderclouds of corruption, hubris, greed, and cruelty: golden amber, sweet bergamot, fresh cut grass, broom flower, hay, orange blossom honey, labdanum, red benzoin, and vanilla.

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    Oblivion Perfume Oil

    Salvation found in darkness beyond darkness, the blessed sleep of nothingness. Dark musk, wood spice, labdanum, patchouli, dark African woods, and saffron.

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  • Plum Blossom Twig Hair Gloss

    Plum blossom, wild plum, labdanum, wildflower honey, and creamy lemon amber.

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    Proverbs 24:11-12 Perfume Oil

    Rescue those who are being taken away to death; hold back those who are stumbling to the slaughter. If you say, “Behold, we did not know this,” does not he who weighs the heart perceive it? Does not he who keeps watch over your soul know it, and will he not repay man according to his work?

    Blackened oudh, leather, labdanum, and oakmoss.

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    Psalm 146:9 Perfume Oil

    The Lord watches over the strangers; he upholds the orphan and the widow, but the way of the wicked he brings to ruin.

    Cacao, labdanum, vetiver, and bourbon vanilla.

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    Pulcinella & Teresina Perfume Oil

    Your eyes are drawn to a gilded miniature stage whose sign reads: “All Praises to the Lord of Misrule!” Upon the platform, a sneering wooden jester waltzes with a hollow-eyed and bleeding wooden maiden, while a wooden devil floats above them.

    Labdanum, cedar, teak and red rose.

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    Queen Butterfly Perfume Oil

    Lady Butterfly
    perfumes her wings
    by floating over this orchid

    Russet amber and orange blossom honey, red labdanum and wild plum, golden musk and a rustle of patchouli root.

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  • Raucous Games Inside a Bathhouse Perfume Oil

    Wild plum, sweet incense smoke, white ginger, red sandalwood, labdanum, white tea, and pink pepper.

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  • Read 10:42PM Perfume Oil

    A reflection on the selfie as a form of introspection and communication: ylang ylang and blackberries with sweet aged patchouli, vanilla absolute, cade, and labdanum.

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    Seven Word Story: Gluttony Perfume Oil

    The subject of our latest #BPAL7wordstory contest was Gluttony. The winning entry was submitted by Crystal Rose-Thompson:

    The Sirens Eagerly Beckoned the Approaching Ship

    Sea splash on murky labdanum and gleaming olibanum, veiled in lavender, diaphanous osmanthus, gilded saffron, and honey incense.

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    Seventh Lash Perfume Oil

    Labdanum and birch tar with leather, orris root, copal, and bergamot.

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    Shakarri Perfume Oil

    White pear and absinthe, sea moss and patchouli, labdanum and crushed coral.

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    Shells Perfume Oil

    Bartolomeo Bimbi

    Crushed pearls, shimmering birch, and pink abalone draped in a thick, velvet mantle of russet musk, peru balsam, tonka bean, labdanum, and oud.

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    Sinkhole Perfume Oil

    We have the best sinkholes. Terrific sinkholes. Our sinkholes are tremendous. YUUUGE. No administration has ever had a sinkhole like this, believe me. Obama didn’t have sinkholes. Sad!

    The scent of a swamp self-draining: globs of wet earth, crushed grass, and untended dandelions sliding into a morass of moss-crusted opoponax, labdanum, and tar.

    Proceeds from the sale of this scent benefit the American Civil Liberties Union.

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    Snake’s Shadow Perfume Oil

    In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree
    I came down the steps with my pitcher
    And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before me.

    Snake Oil, black oudh, labdanum, vetiver, and 10-year aged patchouli.

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    Snaky-Hair’d Moirai Many-Form’d Perfume Oil

    Tobacco-threaded incense smoke, labdanum, red benzoin, and blackened vanilla.

    Proceeds from the sale of both of the Hymn to the Erinyes scents benefit RAINN, the United States’ largest anti-sexual violence organization. RAINN operates the National Sexual Assault Hotline, and provides programs to help survivors, prevent sexual violence, and ensure that offenders are brought to justice.

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    Studie Einer Ziege Perfume Oil

    Pieter Boel

    Sweet labdanum with clove, tobacco absolute, and guiac wood.

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    Suffragium Perfume Oil

    When Lilith was three months old, she came with me to the voting booth for the first time. She wore a Little Democrat onesie and a Babies For Obama button, and it was one of the most emotional nights of my life. I know I’ve told this story before, but as the election results rolled in, I wept with relief because Lilith was going to grow up safe. Decency won the day, and my heart was alight with the belief that we were on an upwards trajectory as a nation, and that compassion and hope were leading us to a renewal.

    November 8, 2016 was another emotional night for very, very different reasons.

    Since that day, the world has gotten darker, but the darkness creates strength and fosters empathy. Lilith is now learning what social justice truly means. She has participated in protests, demonstrations, volunteer campaigns, and walk-outs. She has made protest signs with her own two hands, and has marched against the cruelty, oppression, and tyranny of this current administration. She’s beginning to grasp both civic responsibility and civil disobedience, and she’s learning how much power her voice really has. 

This is a scent of renewing hope, determination, fortitude, and compassion: palo santo, white sandalwood, sweet labdanum, and cedar.

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    Temple Viper Perfume Oil

    Snake Oil with sugar cane, frankincense, champaca, opoponax, labdanum, and hyssop.

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    Tenth Lash Perfume Oil

    Bitter almond, cacao, black cherry, patchouli, and labdanum.

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    The Buffalo Man Perfume Oil

    Darkness; a sensation of falling—as if he were tumbling down a great hole, like Alice. He fell for a hundred years into darkness. Faces passed him, swimming out of the black, then each face was ripped up and away before he could touch it . . .

    Abruptly, and without transition, he was not falling. Now he was in a cave, and he was no longer alone. Shadow stared into familiar eyes: huge, liquid black eyes. They blinked.

    Under the earth: yes. He remembered this place. The stink of wet cow. Firelight flickered on the wet cave walls, illuminating the buffalo head, the man’s body, skin the color of brick clay.

    “Can’t you people leave me be?” asked Shadow. “I just want to sleep.”

    The buffalo man nodded, slowly. His lips did not move, but a voice in Shadow’s head said, “Where are you going, Shadow?”

    “Cairo.”

    “Why?”

    “Where else have I got to go? It’s where Wednesday wants me to go. I drank his mead.” In Shadow’s dream, with the power of dream logic behind it, the obligation seemed unarguable: he drank Wednesday’s mead three times, and sealed the pact—what other choice of action did he have?

    The buffalo-headed man reached a hand into the fire, stirring the embers and the broken branches into a blaze. “The storm is coming,” he said. Now there was ash on his hands, and he wiped it onto his hairless chest, leaving soot-black streaks.

    “So you people keep telling me. Can I ask you a question?”

    There was a pause. A fly settled on the furry forehead. The buffalo man flicked it away. “Ask.”

    “Is this true? Are these people really gods? It’s all so . . .” He paused. Then he said, “impossible,” which was not exactly the word he had been going for but seemed to be the best he could do.

    “What are gods?” asked the buffalo man.

    “I don’t know,” said Shadow.

    Warm dark brown musk, woodsmoke, and deep pools of labdanum.

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    The Cross of Snow Perfume Oil

    In the long, sleepless watches of the night,
    A gentle face — the face of one long dead —
    Looks at me from the wall, where round its head
    The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light.
    Here in this room she died; and soul more white
    Never through martyrdom of fire was led
    To its repose; nor can in books be read
    The legend of a life more benedight.
    There is a mountain in the distant West
    That, sun-defying, in its deep ravines
    Displays a cross of snow upon its side.
    Such is the cross I wear upon my breast
    These eighteen years, through all the changing scenes
    And seasons, changeless since the day she died.

    – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    Cypress, Spanish moss, and clove bud with labdanum, Italian bergamot, and white tobacco flower.

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    The Death Grapple Perfume Oil

    Lying between your sheets, I challenge
    A watersnake in a swoln cataract
    Or a starved lioness among drifts of snow.

    Yet dare it out, for after each death grapple,
    Each gorgon stare borrowed from very hate,
    A childish innocent smile touches your lips,
    Your eyelids droop, fearless and careless,
    And sleep remoulds the lineaments of love.

    – Robert Graves

    White amber and pale lavender, frozen labdanum, and vanilla sandalwood.

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    The Drunkard’s Dream Perfume Oil

    The drunk in the graveyard raised his bottle to his lips. One of the gravestones flipped over, revealing a grasping corpse; a headstone turned around, flowers replaced by a grinning skull. A wraith appeared on the right of the church, while on the left of the church something with a half-glimpsed, pointed, unsettlingly birdlike face, a pale, Boschian nightmare, glided smoothly from a headstone into the shadows and was gone. Then the church door opened, a priest came out, and the ghosts, haunts, and corpses vanished, and only the priest and the drunk were left alone in the graveyard. The priest looked down at the drunk disdainfully, and backed through the open door, which closed behind him, leaving the drunk on his own.

    The clockwork story was deeply unsettling. Much more unsettling, thought Shadow, than clockwork has any right to be.

    “You know why I show that to you?” asked Czernobog.

    “No.”

    “That is the world as it is. That is the real world. It is there, in that box.”

    Red currant and labdanum with opoponax, vetiver, grave moss, white sandalwood, and khus.

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  • The Fairy Lovers Perfume Oil

    Theodor von Holst
    Pearl gardenia, artemisia, moonflower, and creamy vanilla flower with velvet rose, crimson labdanum, and moonlit amber, dancing above dewy, pale mosses.

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    The Laughable Erotic Shellfish Perfume Oil

    Lilac chypre, clove bud, oakmoss, violet bud, cassis, patchouli, jasmine absolute, and labdanum.

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    The Love of Bare November Days Perfume Oil

    Not yesterday I learned to know

      The love of bare November days

    Before the coming of the snow,

    But it were vain to tell her so,

      And they are better for her praise.

     

    Black cypress, ink-black musk, oud, beech bark, labdanum, and peru balsam against a backdrop of pale grey musk. The first flurries of snow shiver in the distance.

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    The Magician’s Robes Perfume Oil

    The Red King and White Queen, sulfur and mercury, Rubedo and Albedo. The unification of opposites, putrefaction and individuation, the culmination of the Great Work.

    ὁδὸς ἄνω κάτω μία καὶ ὡυτή: red and white musks alight with frankincense, white oudh, sweet labdanum, and saffron. The way up and the way down are one and the same.

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  • The Midnight Carnival Perfume Oil

    There were nine wagons, each draped in black, each drawn by a lean black horse, and each baring barred sides like teeth when the wind blew through the black hangings. The lead wagon was driven by a squat old woman, and it bore signs on its shrouded sides that said in big letters: MOMMY FORTUNA’S MIDNIGHT CARNIVAL. And below, in smaller print: Creatures of night, brought to light.

    Cruelty and confinement, small magics and penny illusions: galbanum, teak, myrrh, narcissus, mandrake root, patchouli, cacao, labdanum, agarwood, lavender, neroli, and black moss.

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    The Midnight Carnival Perfume Oil

    There were nine wagons, each draped in black, each drawn by a lean black horse, and each baring barred sides like teeth when the wind blew through the black hangings. The lead wagon was driven by a squat old woman, and it bore signs on its shrouded sides that said in big letters: MOMMY FORTUNA’S MIDNIGHT CARNIVAL. And below, in smaller print: Creatures of night, brought to light.

    Cruelty and confinement, small magics and penny illusions: galbanum, teak, myrrh, narcissus, patchouli, cacao, labdanum, agarwood, lavender, neroli, and black moss.

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  • The Obsequies of an Egyptian Cat Perfume Oil

    John Reinhard Weguelin
    Sweet myrrh, saffron, red labdanum, ambrette seed, terebinth resin, Damascus rose, honey, cardamom, and cacao-infused patchouli.

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  • The Robeky Venus Perfume Oil

    Diego Velázquez
    Ambergris, tea roses, vanilla silk, white sandalwood, labdanum, and red currant.

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    The Scales of Deprivation Perfume Oil

    And when he had opened the third seal, I heard the third beast say, Come and see. And I beheld, and lo a black horse; and he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand.

    Thin, dark, and shadowed. A scent that offers no sustenance, comfort or satiety: lemon peel, white sage, frankincense, lavender fougere, sandalwood, vetiver and labdanum.

    And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say, A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny; and see thou hurt not the oil and the wine.

    And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see. 

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    The Scapegoat Perfume Oil

    To save a trump card, sometimes you must make sacrifices: tolu balsam, leather, labdanum, black pepper, and benzoin.

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    The Stranger Perfume Oil

    The unknown factor, the outsider entering your town uninvited, unannounced, and unknown: a narcotic black chypre with crushed violets, indigo lilac, patchouli, oakmoss absolute, labdanum, and clove.

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  • The Tigress Atmosphere Spray

    Red musk and sweet golden amber with red agarwood, leather, labdanum, black tea, orris, and lavender.

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  • The Wish Perfume Oil

    The Wish, Theodor Von Holst, 1840
    “I’ve always wanted to know what wishes are longed for in the dark-eyed gaze of this intense young woman. Myself, I simply wish to rifle through the box of baubles and jewels in the bottom right of the canvas. Maybe help myself to that pearl-tipped hat-pin.”

    An incense of candied smoked fruits, Oman frankincense, red oud, labdanum absolute, sheer vanilla, patchouli, red musk seed, osmanthus, and datura accord.

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    Thutmose’s Nefertiti Perfume Oil

    While we were at the Ägyptisches Museum und Papyrussammlung, I desperately wanted to see the Nefertiti bust and share the moment with Lilith. There’s a story behind why the bust is so important to me, but that’s for another time. Suffice to say, I was overwhelmed with awe and joy, and a kind docent told me that we could take a photograph from the doorway as long as we didn’t use flash. This blurry mess is my best attempt!

    Myrrh steeped with cardamom, cinnamon, and sweet wine, streaked with lines of labdanum kohl, and gilded with crushed ambrette seed, a copper oxide musk, and accords of lime spar and iron oxide.

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    Vital Fluid Perfume Oil

    Modern philosophy has admitted a plenum or universal principle of fluid matter, which occupies all space; and that as all bodies moving in the world, abound with pores, this fluid matter introduces itself through the interstices and returns backwards and forwards, flowing through one body by the currents which issue therefrom to another, as in a magnet, which produces that phenomenon which we call Animal Magnetism. This fluid consists of fire, air and spirit, and like all other fluids tends to an equilibrium, therefore it is easy to conceive how the efforts which the bodies make towards each other produce animal electricity, which in fact is no more than the effect produced between two bodies, one of which has more motion than the other; a phenomenon serving to prove that the body which has most motion communicates it to the other, until the medium of motion becomes an equilibrium between the two bodies, and then this equality of motion produces animal electricity.

    —Wonders and mysteries of animal magnetism displayed; or the history, art, practice, and progress of that useful science, from its first rise in the city of Paris, to the present time. With several Curious Cases and new Anecdotes of the Principal Professors, 1791.

    The breath and tears and pulse of all life; the fluid that flows through all creation, permeating space and time and spirit: olibanum, red benzoin absolute, labdanum, betel leaf, galbanum, mastic, and angelica.

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  • Voluminous Red Blanket Perfume Oil

    Cherry musk, dried red fruits, geranium, red rose petals, red labdanum, and agarwood.

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    When All Colors to Black Are Cast Perfume Oil

    In 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 Greville

    Ink-black musk and dried blackberries, midnight opoponax and sweet labdanum.

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  • Worm Moon 2021 Perfume Oil

    Do not smirk as a hearse goes by,
    For you may be the next to die.
    They wrap you up in a big white sheet
    And throw you down six feet deep.
    They put you in a big black box,
    And cover you up with dirt and rocks.

    All goes well for a week or two,
    Then things start changing; all is new.
    The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
    The worms play pinochle on your snout.

    A big green worm with rolling eyes,
    Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes.
    Til your blood turns mossy green
    And oozes out like Devonshire cream.

    Worm Moon marks the season of rains, when the worms scuttle forth, aerating the earth with their movements and enriching the soil by digesting waste in organic material, which creates organic fertilizer.

    This year’s iteration of Worm Moon is a moist, writhing splort of white grapefruit, coconut meat, wet white amber, squishy pink fruits, cistus, and ruddy labdanum protruding through a moondust-dappled mound of white musk, iris absolute, white sandalwood, and ti leaf.

    The accompanying Lunacy Tee can be found here!

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  • You Are So Emo Perfume Oil

    Conversations with Lilith-

     

    Lilith: You know what colors I want to paint my bedroom? I want to paint it white and tan.

     

    Dad: White and tan? Why?

     

    Lilith: Because those are pretty colors and it would look great.

     

    Dad: I don’t know about that.

     

    Lilith: What color would you want to paint it?

     

    Dad: How about black and red?

     

    Lilith: Oh dad, you are so EMO.

     

    This perfume is SO EMO. A pale, melancholy blend full of feels: white amber and oakmoss, bittersweet labdanum, ambergris accord, white tea, white lavender bud, guaiac wood, and carrot seed.

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