Lunacy 2023
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Beaver Moon 2023 Perfume Oil
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Blauer Mond Perfume Oil
Out of StockBrian’s interpretation.
A whisper under the moonlight: blue musk, and indigo amber, myrrh, moonlit oudh, opoponax, terebinth, and tobacco leaf.
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Blue Cotton Candy Moon Perfume Oil
Out of StockLilith may be a teenager now, but her love of sweet scents has not dimmed at all.
Blue cotton candy, crystalline white flowers, and moonlit white musk.
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Blue Moon Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe spirit of the full moon is capricious, intense and passionate, yet still distant, aloof and cold. Luna herself governs glamours, bewitchments and dream-work, innocent wonder, transient pleasure and delight, the Moment, impulse, mystery and veils. The Blue Moon is one of her rarest manifestations, and this scent is formulated to encapsulate her most complex and profound nature:
Mugwort and bay, for psychic sensitivity…
Juniper, for divination through dreams…
Lavender and almond oil for clarity and relaxation…
Orchid and purple sage for complexity, wisdom and noscere…
…with a potent lunar-charged blend of exquisite woods, moonflower, Madagascan ylang ylang, Florentine iris, starry bergamot, elemi, green tea absolute, palmarosa, cucumber, Clary sage, lettuce leaf, melilot trefoils, and wood aloes.
Art by Drew Rausch!
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Harvest Moon 2023 Perfume Oil
Out of StockA scarecrow’s cologne, crunchy with hay and spattered with foamy, sweet soil: a cornmeal fougere with patchouli root, clove bud, honey stout, roasted oats, fermented apple pulp, and bourbon cream.
Art by Drew Rausch!
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Hunter’s Moon 2023 Perfume Oil
Out of StockA Halloween lure: the feral musk of cryptids lurking in an old growth forest peeping expectantly at a bowl of sticky-sweet caramels, toffees, chocolate bonbons, and butterscotch candies.
Art by Drew Rausch!
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Luna Azul Perfume Oil
Out of StockTed’s interpretation.
The ephemeral romance, the fleeting affair: frankincense and blackcurrant, caramelized black amber, and motia attar.
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Oak Moon 2023 Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe century oak, rugged and gaunt,
Holds high to-day, as he was wont
A hundred years ago, his head,
Hoary with snows that have vanished,
Defiant and grim to the wind’s wild taunt.
The hooting owl finds here a haunt,
And feathered choristers now chaunt
As when the century’s dawn made red
The century oak.No season’s coil his heart can daunt;
Processive years their changes vaunt,
But, constant till the line have fled
And mouldered in oblivion’s bed,
He holds his own, rugged and gaunt, –
The century oak.
– Harvey Carson GrumbineOak bark, tree sap, wild acorns, and a touch of honey.
Art by Drew Rausch!