By Thys Fyre I Warme My HandysOut of Stock
A hearth-warmed scent of joyous feasting dedicated to Janus, the lord of transitions, doorways, beginnings and endings: bonfire smoke, mulled wine, warm bread, fruits simmered in hypocras, and honeyed oat cakes spiced with clove, saffron, and nutmeg.
Proceeds from the sale of this scent benefit Feeding America, the largest hunger-relief organization in the United States.
Hay Moon 2020 Perfume OilOut of Stock
The moon was but a chin of gold
A night or two ago,
And now she turns her perfect face
Upon the world below.
Her forehead is of amplest blond;
Her cheek like beryl stone;
Her eye unto the summer dew
The likest I have known.
Her lips of amber never part;
But what must be the smile
Upon her friend she could bestow
Were such her silver will!
And what a privilege to be
But the remotest star!
For certainly her way might pass
Beside your twinkling door.
Her bonnet is the firmament,
The universe her shoe,
The stars the trinkets at her belt,
Her dimities of blue.
Hay absolute, tall grasses, dry honey, mallow, cardamom, amber, oat cakes, and wheat.
The accompanying Lunacy Tee can be found here!