Oak Bark

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    Amber and Steel Hooks Hair Gloss

    With a touch of oak bark and bourbon vanilla.

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  • deer moon

    Deer Moon 2024 Perfume Oil

    Out of the mid-wood’s twilight
    Into the meadow’s dawn,
    Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
    Flashes my Faun!

    He skips through the copses singing,
    And his shadow dances along,
    And I know not which I should follow,
    Shadow or song!

    O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
    O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
    Else moonstruck with music and madness
    I track him in vain!
    – Oscar Wilde

    Moonstruck with music and madness: warm russet musk, toasted sandalwood, cacao, blood-tipped blackberry thorns, and oak bark.

     

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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  • Druids Cutting the Mistletoe on the Sixth Day of the Moon

    Druids Cutting Mistletoe on the Sixth Day of the Moon Perfume Oil

    Henri Paul Motte

    Burdock root, mugwort, birch sap, oak bark, watermint, ash leaves, wych elm, hazel nuts, juniper boughs, black poplar, yew, and dew-laden mistletoe berries.

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  • Lizardfolk Park Ranger Perfume Oil

    The scent of ancient trees, vast shadowed canyons, rocky snow-tipped peaks, and rushing rivers, with notes of pine needle, oak bark, sweet birch, stream-polished stones, lichen, dark mosses, nootka, hazelnut, rivulets of amber, and blackcurrant bud.

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  • Morning Sunlight on the Snow, Èragny-sur-epte Perfume Oil

    Camille Pissarro

    Umber sandalwood, brown amber, chestnut, dead leaves, and oak bark beneath a dusting of snow.

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  • oak moon

    Oak Moon 2023 Perfume Oil

    The century oak, rugged and gaunt,
    Holds high to-day, as he was wont
    A hundred years ago, his head,
    Hoary with snows that have vanished,
    Defiant and grim to the wind’s wild taunt.
    The hooting owl finds here a haunt,
    And feathered choristers now chaunt
    As when the century’s dawn made red
    The century oak.

     

    No season’s coil his heart can daunt;
    Processive years their changes vaunt,
    But, constant till the line have fled
    And mouldered in oblivion’s bed,
    He holds his own, rugged and gaunt, –
    The century oak.
    – Harvey Carson Grumbine

     

    Oak bark, tree sap, wild acorns, and a touch of honey.

     

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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  • THE FADING CRIMSON OF THE SKY

    The Fading Crimson of the Sky Perfume Oil

    We sat down on a rude bench, under a group of magnificent lime trees. The sun was setting with all its melancholy splendor behind the sylvan horizon, and the stream that flows beside our home, and passes under the steep old bridge I have mentioned, wound through many a group of noble trees, almost at our feet, reflecting in its current the fading crimson of the sky.

    A scent both bright and subdued: bergamot shuddering through lime leaves, ruby-tinged amber sunlight, violet leaf, oak bark, and sandalwood smoke.

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  • THE FLAME OF THE BEAR

    The Flame of the Bear 2024 Perfume Oil

    An incense for Solstice rites: fir resin, bayberry, myrrh, mistletoe, and oak bark.

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  • worm moon

    Worm Moon 2024 Perfume Oil

    yoru hisokani

    mushi wa gekka no

    kuri o ugatsu

     

    in the moonlight

    a worm silently burrows 

    through a chestnut

    – Bashō

     

    A squiggle of red sandalwood and orris chomping into wild chestnuts, oak bark, and fig.

     

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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