Lunacy
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Death Moon Perfume Oil
Out of StockDo not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep—
I am the thousand
winds that blow
I am the diamond
glints in snow
I am the sunlight on
ripened grain,
I am the gentle,
autumn rain.
As you awake with
morning’s hush,
I am the swift,
up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in
circling flight,
I am the day
transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry—
I am not there,
I did not die.
– Clare Harner
Eternity: Oman frankincense, white sandalwood, palo santo, white copal, cypress leaf, angelica root, helichrysum, and Bulgarian rose absolute.
Art by Drew Rausch!
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Pink Moon 2023 Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe name of this moon refers to the color of wild ground phlox, a primary component of this Lunacy Blend, which is one of the most widespread floral signposts of springtime in North America. This Lunar blend is soft with phlox, pink freesia, stargazer lily, tulip, daffodil, pink columbine, delphinium, pink carnation, peony, and muscari, dusted with pink sugar and honey, bourbon vanilla and a touch of the first strawberries of the season.
Bitchin’ art by Drew Rausch!
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Pink Moon Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe name of this moon refers to the color of wild ground phlox, a primary component of this Lunacy Blend, which is one of the most widespread floral signposts of springtime in North America. This Lunar blend is soft with phlox, pink freesia, stargazer lily, tulip, daffodil, pink columbine, delphinium, pink carnation, peony, and muscari, dusted with pink sugar and honey, bourbon vanilla and a touch of the first strawberries of the season.
Bitchin’ art by Drew Rausch!
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Quiet Moon 2023 Perfume Oil
Out of StockThere is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold grave—under the deep deep sea,
Or in the wide desert where no life is found,
Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;
No voice is hush’d—no life treads silently,
But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free,
That never spoke, over the idle ground:
But in green ruins, in the desolate walls
Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,
Though the dun fox, or wild hyena, calls,
And owls, that flit continually between,
Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan,
There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.
– Thomas HoodA pale cluster of lily of the valley bells swaying in a silent mist of champaca petals and sandalwood.
Art by Drew Rausch!
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Sour Moon Perfume Oil
Out of StockLet me embrace thee, sour adversity,
For wise men say it is the wisest course.Unripe kumquat and acrid lemon squeezed over an acerbic white musk.
Art by Drew Rausch!