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‘Tis Strange Perfume Oil
Add to cart“Macbeth ruled during a time when the old gods were not yet forgotten. Almost no one could read and their memories and stories reached back into the deepest shadows.
When the imagination stretches backwards as well as forwards it creates a sort of slide, or ladder. Like the children’s game! Time is much thicker. There is a substance about it that allows beings to gain purchase.”
Both bog and castle, moor and battlefield, chivalry and nightmare: scarred leather armor, moss-covered stone, shadows upon shadows, and billows of black incense.
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Baba Yaga Perfume Oil
Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageThen suddenly the wood became full of a terrible noise; the trees began to groan, the branches to creak and the dry leaves to rustle, and the Baba Yaga came flying from the forest. She was riding in a great iron mortar and driving it with the pestle, and as she came she swept away her trail behind her with a kitchen broom.
Spell-soaked herbs and flowers, cold iron, broom twigs, bundles of moss and patchouli root, and moth dust.
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Caterpillar Perfume Oil
Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageHeavy incense notes waft lazily through a mix of carnation, jasmine, bergamot, and neroli over a lush bed of dark mosses, iris blossom, deep patchouli and indolent vetiver.
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Circe Individiosa Perfume Oil
Add to cartCirce Invidiosa, John William Waterhouse. 1892
“The colors in this painting are so lush and beautiful that they defy description. I have always thought that tipping dish of poison, the shade of crushed emeralds and mantis wings, must be the precise color of our heart’s blood when we are in the venomous throes of enraged, envious desire.”Salt-spray dotting an azure cove, its waters swirling with noxious poisons and venom drawn from dreadful roots: a cascade of blackcurrant and crystalline blue-green waters infused with theriac accord, bruised henbane accord, white gardenia, pear, cedarwood, emerald mosses, tuberose, and bitter almond.
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Coraline Jones Perfume Oil
Out of Stock“What should I do?” asked Coraline.
“Read a book,” said her mother. “Watch a video. Play with your toys. Go and pester Miss Spink or Miss Forcible, or the crazy old man upstairs.”
“No,” said Coraline. “I don’t want to do those things. I want to explore.”
Dry grass, clean skin, and a little bit of mossy berry.
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Crossroads Perfume Oil
Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageThe forks of the road: an in-between place, sacred and tangibly magickal in innumerable cultures and faiths. This scent is dark with mystery, taut with power. A chill twilit garden of blooms over dry earth and mosses, heavily laden with incense and offertory herbs.
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Die Wunderblume Perfume Oil
Out of StockAlexander Rothaug
Thick blankets of moss embracing river-smoothed stones, a cascade of shimmering amber, and heady white petals. -
Elf Perfume Oil
Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pagePale golden musk, honeycomb, amber, parma violet, hawthorne bark, aspen leaf, forest lily, life everlasting, white moss, and a hint of wild berry.
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Good Luck! Good Luck! I Say Perfume Oil
Out of StockGood Luck! Good Luck! I say
Be yours this
NEW YEAR’S DAY
May 2024 bring us all good fortune, prosperity, good health, safety, peace, and mercy.A sugared cherry chypre with red labdanum, moss, and roasted chestnut.
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Imp Pack: Moss Perfume Oil
Add to cart– Baba Yaga
Spell-soaked herbs and flowers, cold iron, broom twigs, bundles of moss and patchouli root, and moth dust.– Bayou
Spanish moss, evergreen and cypress with watery blue-green notes and an eddy of hothouse flowers and swamp blooms.– Bruised Violet Compound
Crushed violets, red currant, patchouli root and spanish moss.– Caterpillar
Heavy incense notes waft lazily through a mix of carnation, jasmine, bergamot, and neroli over a lush bed of dark mosses, iris blossom, deep patchouli and indolent vetiver.– Fae
A brilliant, ethereal scent: white musk, bergamot, heliotrope, peach and oakmoss.–Jazz Funeral
Bittersweet bay rum, bourbon, and a host of funeral flowers with a touch of graveyard dirt, magnolia and Spanish Moss. -
L’Yerres, effet de pluie Perfume Oil
Add to cartGustave Caillebotte
Horse chestnut leaves, rain-kissed, drift gently on the moss-green river’s flow.
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Monastery Garden in the Snow Perfume Oil
Out of StockCarl Friedrich Lessing
Curls of monastic incense, moss-stained stone, snow-laden cypress, medicinal herbs buried deep in winter soil, and glittering icicles splintering from a gargoyle’s frozen scream. -
Parthenope Perfume Oil
Add to cartHoneysuckle, orris, moss, musk, benzoin, oakmoss, and star jasmine.
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Ranger Perfume Oil
Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageUntamed wilderness: buckskin accord with Terebinth pine, Russian birch, black ironwood, elder bark, hay, armoise, juniper, patchouli, galangal root, Spanish moss, and cabreuva.
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Robin Goodfellow Perfume Oil
Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageNow the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fordone.
Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe
In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night
That the graves all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide:
And we fairies, that do run
By the triple Hecate’s team,
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic: not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow’d house:
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.Dark musk, moss-covered wood, ragwort, heather, and sage.
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Ruins of Karnstein Perfume Oil
Add to cart“It was a bad family, and here its bloodstained annals were written,” he continued. “It is hard that they should, after death, continue to plague the human race with their atrocious lusts.”
Palatial grandeur in ruins, its decrepit majesty poised in the liminal space between decay and beauty. A haunting memory of all-consuming desire: the rich, earthy depth of oud, vetiver, and moss, grounded in the untamed wilds of the forest, echoing the ancient stones that remain.
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The Apothecary Perfume Oil
Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageTea leaf with three mosses, green grass, a medley of herbal notes, and a drop of ginger and fig.
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The Drunkard’s Dream Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe 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 Kangaroo Perfume Oil
Out of StockKanagaroo, Kangaroo!
Thou Spirit of Australia,
That redeems from utter failure,
From perfect desolation,
And warrants the creation
Of this fifth part of the Earth,
Which would seem an after-birth,
Not conceiv’d in the Beginning
(For GOD bless’d His work at first,
And saw that it was good),
But emerg’d at the first sinning,
When the ground was therefore curst; —
And hence this barren wood!Kangaroo, Kangaroo!
Tho’ at first sight we should say,
In thy nature that there may
Contradiction be involv’d,
Yet, like discord well resolv’d,
It is quickly harmonized.
Sphynx or mermaid realiz’d,
Or centaur unfabulous,
Would scarce be more prodigious,
Or Pegasus poetical,
Or hippogriff — chimeras all!
But, what Nature would compile,
Nature knows to reconcile;
And Wisdom, ever at her side,
Of all her children’s justified.She had made the squirrel fragile;
She had made the bounding hart;
But a third so strong and agile
Was beyond ev’n Nature’s art;
So she join’d the former two
In thee, Kangaroo!
To describe thee, it is hard:
Converse of the camélopard,
Which beginneth camel-wise,
But endeth of the panther size,
Thy fore half, it would appear,
Had belong’d to some “small deer,”
Such as liveth in a tree;
By thy hinder, thou should’st be
A large animal of chace,
Bounding o’er the forest’s space; —
Join’d by some divine mistake,
None but Nature’s hand can make —
Nature, in her wisdom’s play,
On Creation’s holiday.For howsoe’er anomalous,
Thou yet art not incongruous,
Repugnant or preposterous.
Better-proportion’d animal,
More graceful or ethereal,
Was never follow’d by the hound,
With fifty steps to thy one bound.
Thou can’st not be amended: no;
Be as thou art; thou best art so.When sooty swans are once more rare,
And duck-moles the Museum’s care,
Be still the glory of this land,
Happiest Work of finest Hand!
– Barron FieldWild grass, mosses, lemon myrtle, cinnamon myrtle, and bush nut.
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The Storm Perfume Oil
Out of StockPierre-Auguste Cot
Rain-dappled moss, golden silk, and sheer, gossamer vanilla. -
The Stormhold Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe Stormhold had been carved out of the peak of Mount Huon by the first lord of Stormhold, who reigned at the end of the First Age and into the beginning of the Second. It had been expanded, improved upon, excavated and tunneled into by successive Masters of Stormhold, until the original mountain peak now raked the sky like the ornately carved tusk of some great, grey, granite beast. The Stormhold itself was perched high in the sky, where the thunder clouds gathered before they went down to the lower air, spilling rain and lightning and devastation upon the place beneath.
Creeping moss, slick granite, murky vetiver, lightning-charged ozone, and icy rain.
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Wererat-Infested Sewer Home & Linen Spray
Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageMoist, moss-crusted stone, stagnant, silty wastewater, wererat musk, and wet leather.