Myrrh - Sweet
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Lightning Moon 2025 Perfume Oil
Add to cartIt struck me—every Day—
The Lightning was as new
As if the Cloud that instant slit
And let the Fire through—It burned Me—in the Night—
It Blistered to My Dream—
It sickened fresh upon my sight—
With every Morn that came—I though that Storm—was brief—
The Maddest—quickest by—
But Nature lost the Date of This—
And left it in the Sky—
– Emily Dickinson
It burned me—in the Night—
It Blistered to My Dream—A scent born from sleepless nights and storms that carve themselves indelibly into memory, when lightning is no longer sky-bound, but lives in the beat of your heart and the whisper of your breath. Opium-laced benzoin and sweet myrrh veiled in black amber, violet incense and bruised plum, streaked with star jasmine, white frankincense, and ozone-crackled white musk.
Art by Drew Rausch!
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Monastery in the Winter Night Perfume Oil
Out of StockAlexei Savrasov
Sweet myrrh, frankincense smoke, Damascus rose resin, ambrette seed, winter mosses, and ambergris.
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Raminou Perfume Oil
Add to cartSuzanne Valadon
A tawny, majestic blend of red velvet musk, golden vanilla, ambrette seed, tonka bean, sweet myrrh, oakmoss, honey, red labdanum, cashmere, patchouli, and saffron threads.
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The Dark Chocolate Rider Perfume Oil
Out of StockThere is our wildest mount- a headless horse.
But though it runs unbridled off its course,
And all our chocolatiers would seem defied,
We have ideas yet that we haven’t tried.
Dark chocolate, leather, sweet myrrh, tobacco absolute, and black amber. -
The Woman at the Edge of the Woods Perfume Oil
Add to cart“This is the primal threat in our earliest stories: a woman who lives on the outskirts of civilization, rejected by her community; a woman who is old, ugly, asexual; a woman who is, alternately, too beautiful, too sexual, too self-possessed; a woman who knows things others don’t know, and can do things others can’t do. When the loop of patriarchy closes, it can feel inescapable. Yet the way to freedom has been here, in our monster stories, all along. From the beginning, we’ve known that a woman who leaves society as we know it, who heads out to the dark and threatening spaces beyond the world we’ve built, will find not her death but her power.”
A scent of power and wisdom, resilience and rage: a patchouli bramble embraced by creeping ivy and rose thorns, protecting a glade populated with mandrake root, yarrow and nettle, Roman chamomile, purple sage, elderberries, sweet myrrh, smoky vanilla husk, and willow branches.