My November Guest
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She Loves the Bare, the Withered Tree Perfume Oil
Out of StockMy sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
Carrot seed teardrops trickling onto patchouli root.
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Silver Now With Clinging Mist Perfume Oil
Out of StockHer pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted grey
Is silver now with clinging mist.
Gauzy white bergamot, ambergris accord, and pale threads of incense smoke.
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The Desolate, Deserted Trees Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Ho wood and oak leaf, burnt black pepper, tobacco leaf, white oud, and costus.
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The Love of Bare November Days Perfume Oil
Out of StockNot 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.