Oak Bark
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Deer Moon 2024 Perfume Oil
Add to cartOut 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 Mistletoe on the Sixth Day of the Moon Perfume Oil
Out of StockHenri 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
Select OptionsThe 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
Out of StockCamille Pissarro
Umber sandalwood, brown amber, chestnut, dead leaves, and oak bark beneath a dusting of snow.
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Oak Moon 2023 Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe 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 GrumbineOak bark, tree sap, wild acorns, and a touch of honey.
Art by Drew Rausch!
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Worm Moon 2024 Perfume Oil
Add to cartyoru 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!