Myrrh Smoke

  • Heloise Perfume Oil

    You alone have the power to make me sad, to bring me happiness or comfort; you alone have so great a debt to repay to me, particularly now when I have carried out all your orders so implicitly that when I was powerless to oppose you in anything, I found strength at your command to destroy myself. I did more, strange to say – my love rose to such heights of madness that it robbed itself of what it most desired beyond any hope of recovery, when immediately at your bidding I changed my clothing along with my mind, in order to prove you the sole possessor of my body and my will alike.

     

    Polished limewood, myrrh smoke, and blackened spices. The HELOISE and ABELARD fragrances were crafted to be layered and worn together, but may also be enjoyed as standalone scents.

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  • In Silvery Accents, Whispering Low Perfume Oil

    In silvery accents, whispering low – A happy, happy Christmastide

     

    A rumbling purr: cardamom-infused coffee bean, myrrh smoke, vanilla bean, fir needle, and warm, velvet spices.

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  • Skeleton Hands Perfume Oil

    All through 8th grade Lilith would come home with various “tattoos.” This one is my favorite, and one that they swear they’re going to get someday. Bourbon cream, bony sandalwood, oak bark, frankincense resin, hazelnut, myrrh smoke, and tattoo ink.

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    The Sun Rising Perfume Oil

    Busy old fool, unruly sun,
    Why dost thou thus,
    Through windows, and through curtains call on us?
    Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?
    Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
    Late school boys and sour prentices,
    Go tell court huntsmen that the king will ride,
    Call country ants to harvest offices,
    Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
    Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

    Thy beams, so reverend and strong
    Why shouldst thou think?
    I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
    But that I would not lose her sight so long;
    If her eyes have not blinded thine,
    Look, and tomorrow late, tell me,
    Whether both th’ Indias of spice and mine
    Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with me.
    Ask for those kings whom thou saw’st yesterday,
    And thou shalt hear, All here in one bed lay.

    She’s all states, and all princes, I,
    Nothing else is.
    Princes do but play us; compared to this,
    All honor’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.
    Thou, sun, art half as happy as we,
    In that the world’s contracted thus.
    Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
    To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.
    Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
    This bed thy center is, these walls, thy sphere.
    – John Donne

    Tunisian amber, French beeswax, jasmine grandiflorum, golden peppercorn, myrrh smoke, and neroli.

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  • This is the Day When Old Friends Meet Perfume Oil

    The figgiest of figgy puddings, a bundle of patchouli root, a dribble of vetiver, gooseflesh-white vanilla, and sweet myrrh smoke.

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