Opoponax
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A Multitude of Dreams Perfume Oil
Out of StockThere was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. To and fro in the seven chambers there stalked, in fact, a multitude of dreams. And these — the dreams — writhed in and about, taking hue from the rooms, and causing the wild music of the orchestra to seem as the echo of their steps.
A blackened lavender mist, thick with opoponax, licorice root, and benzoin.
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Alchemical Laboratory Home & Linen Spray
Select OptionsAnd yet surely to alchemy this right is due, that it may be compared to the husbandman whereof Æsop makes the fable, that when he died he told his sons that he had left unto them gold buried under the ground in his vineyard: and they digged over the ground, gold they found none, but by reason of their stirring and digging the mould about the roots of their vines, they had a great vintage the year following: so assuredly the search and stir to make gold hath brought to light a great number of good and fruitful inventions and experiments, as well for the disclosing of nature as for the use of man’s life.
— Sir Francis BaconFrankincense, benzoin, opoponax, rose geranium, daemonorops, and cinnabar accord.
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Alien/Siren Perfume Oil
Add to cart“Women are defined from the outside, in terms of how they seem to men, rather than from the inside, as thinking, feeling subjects. They are not fellow people, not even a different or worse variety of person, but simply the opposite of men, and hence, the opposite of human.
Which leads to the question of how you can have sex with something that isn’t human. In many myths, heterosexuality is portrayed as a kind of legalized bestiality, and attractive women are alluring, predatory, half-human monsters: fairy wives, snake-women, others whose beauty is a thin veneer over their dangerous and alien psyches.”
A sebaceous, slick reptilian perfume: green and black vegetal musks, kelp, sea salt, blackened opoponax, violet leaf, Siamese red benzoin, davana, squid ink, and ambergris accord.
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All My Friends Are Turning Green Perfume Oil
Out of StockThis year, Lilith made her first studio recording, a cover of Riptide produced by the inimitable Paige Stark and engineered by Taylor Locke at Velveteen Laboratory. I couldn’t possibly be prouder of her.
When Lilith covers a song, she truly adds a quality all her own: she can make any song – no matter how upbeat and cheery – sound like a funeral dirge, and I fucking love it.
A pop-song-turned-requiem: honeyed honeybush and carnation blackened, slowed, and thickened by raspy aged patchouli, sweet clove, and opoponax.
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BEING, LIKE, REALLY SMART Perfume Oil
Out of StockSoothe your cares with a blend of dull, dolorous, soporific lavender, weighed down with opoponax and thick labdanum, spiked by an unpredictable, unsettling slash of black pepper.
Proceeds from the sale of this scent benefits the Southern Poverty Law Center.
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Blauer Mond 2020 Perfume Oil
Out of StockBrian’s interpretation.
A whisper under the moonlight: blue musk, and indigo amber, myrrh, moonlit oudh, opoponax, terebinth, and tobacco leaf. -
Bram Stoker Beard Oil
Add to cartNo man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
Bourbon vetiver with opoponax, Italian bergamot, and hay absolute.
Illustrated by Abigail Larson.
Purchase the tee here!
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Bram Stoker Perfume Oil
Select OptionsNo man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
Bourbon vetiver with opoponax, Italian bergamot, and hay absolute.
Illustrated by Abigail Larson.
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Brusque Violet Perfume Oil
Select Options`I never saw anybody that looked stupider,’ a Violet said, so suddenly, that Alice quite jumped; for it hadn’t spoken before.
`Hold your tongue!’ cried the Tiger-lily. `As if you ever saw anybody! You keep your head under the leaves, and snore away there, till you know no more what’s going on in the world, that if you were a bud!’
`Are there any more people in the garden besides me?’ Alice said, not choosing to notice the Rose’s last remark.
`There’s one other flower in the garden that can move about like you,’ said the Rose. `I wonder how you do it — ‘ (`You’re always wondering,’ said the Tiger-lily), `but she’s more bushy than you are.’
`Is she like me?’ Alice asked eagerly, for the thought crossed her mind, `There’s another little girl in the garden, somewhere!’
`Well, she has the same awkward shape as you,’ the Rose said, `but she’s redder — and her petals are shorter, I think.’
`Her petals are done up close, almost like a dahlia,’ the Tiger-lily interrupted: `not tumbled about anyhow, like yours.’
`But that’s not your fault,’ the Rose added kindly: `you’re beginning to fade, you know — and then one can’t help one’s petals getting a little untidy.’
Violet petal, violet leaf, osmanthus, orris, mint, and opoponax.
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Christougenniatiko Dentrophobia Perfume Oil
Out of StockFear of Christmas Trees
Ghastly misshapen branches casting long, twisted shadows and clutching at you with prickly needle-like fingers: pine pitch, bone-white dried fir, and spruce tar with opoponax and blackened tobacco.
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Dawn: Priestess Perfume Oil
Out of StockDamascus rose, jasmine, myrrh, opoponax, white sage, and patchouli.
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Dead for Filth Perfume Oil
Add to cartFrom the ooky spooky mind of horror personality and screenwriter, Michael Varrati, comes the REVRY Original Podcast DEAD FOR FILTH, for all things queer horror and beyond. Dead For Filth brings you the best queer & horror icons out of the closet and into the night to talk about the genre they love.
Listen to DEAD FOR FILTH on REVRY, iTunes or SoundCloud.
Raw Patchouli, opoponax, and a coppery dry blood exhale.
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Dead Words on a Dead Frequency Perfume Oil
Add to cart“You’re dead, Mad Sweeney,” said Shadow. “You take what you’re given when you’re dead.”
“Aye, that I shall,” sighed the dead man sitting in the back of the hearse. The junkie whine had vanished from his voice now, replaced with a resigned flatness, as if the words were being broadcast from a long, long way away, dead words being sent out on a dead frequency.
Tinny eucalyptus and elemi against a flat black backdrop of opoponax.
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Die Pest auf der Treppe Perfume Oil
Out of StockT.S. Kittelsen
A real lil’ creeper of a scent: dusty patchouli, opoponax, scorched frankincense, white cedar, black fig, raw myrrh, vanilla tar, and black peppercorn. -
Doleful Pipe Organ Perfume Oil
Out of StockDiscordant, scattered strains of a song, its melody half stolen by time, drift mournfully through the halls, accompanied by the rustle of spectral sheet music.
A dramatic and doleful scent: black oud and vetiver with burgundy pitch, guiac wood, opoponax, velvet black cacao absolute, and incense smoke.
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Don’t Touch Perfume Oil
Add to cart“You’ve got to admit it’s a bit of a pantomime, though,” said Crawly. “I mean, pointing out the Tree and saying ‘Don’t Touch’ in big letters. Not very subtle, is it? I mean, why not put it on top of a high mountain or a long way off? Makes you wonder what He’s really planning.”
And Jehovah God commanded the man, saying, Of every tree of the garden thou mayest freely eat: but of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it: the green rolling hills of the First Garden, a scattering of apple blossoms and apple pulp, a handful of pomegranate seeds, and a soft, serpentine hiss of poisonous green musk, opoponax, and frankincense.
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Elli’s Song Perfume Oil
Add to cart“Most shows,” said Rukh after a time, “would end here, for what could they possibly present after a genuine unicorn? But Mommy Fortuna’s Midnight Carnival holds one more mystery yet — a demon more destructive than the dragon, more monstrous than the manticore, more hideous than the harpy, and certainly more universal than the unicorn.” He waved his hand toward the last wagon and the black hangings began to wriggle open, though there was no one pulling them. “Behold her!” Rukh cried. “Behold the last, the Very End! Behold Elli!”
Inside the cage, it was darker than the evening, and cold stirred behind the bars like a live thing. Something moved in the cold, and the unicorn saw Elli — an old, bony, ragged woman who crouched in the cage rocking and warming herself before a fire that was not there. She looked so frail that the weight of the darkness should have crushed her, and so helpless and alone that the watchers should have rushed forward in pity to free her. Instead, they began to back silently away, for all the world as though Elli were stalking them. But she was not even looking at them. She sat in the dark and creaked a song to herself in a voice that sounded like a saw going through a tree, and like a tree getting ready to fall.
What is plucked will grow again,
What is slain lives on,
What is stolen will remain —
What is gone is gone.“She doesn’t look like much, does she?” Rukh asked. “But no hero can stand before her, no god can wrestle her down, no magic can keep her out — or in, for she’s no prisoner of ours. Even while we exhibit her here, she is walking among you, touching and taking. For Elli is Old Age.”
The cold of the cage reached out to the unicorn, and wherever it touched her she grew lame and feeble. She felt herself withering, loosening, felt her beauty leaving her with her breath. Ugliness swung from her mane, dragged down her head, stripped her tail, gaunted her body, ate up her coat, and ravaged her mind with remembrance of what she had once been. Somewhere nearby, the harpy made her low, eager sound, but the unicorn would gladly have huddled in the shadow of her bronze wings to hide from this last demon. Elli’s song sawed away at her heart.
What is sea-born dies on land,
Soft is trod upon.
What is given burns the hand —
What is gone is gone.The horrors of entropy, death, and decay: desiccated black mosses, vetiver, bone sandalwood, olibanum, patchouli, opoponax, and ashes.
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Event Horizon Perfume Oil
Select OptionsA disconcerting scent, heavy and oppressive, through which no light, no matter, and no spirit can escape. Black opium, labdanum, opoponax, black orchid, and benzoin.
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Flowers in a Grotesque Vase Perfume Oil
Out of StockOrsola Maddalena Caccia
An opoponax-dusted butterfly lights on a droopy fistful of tulips, lilies, iris, ranunculus, and stray wildflowers that are erupting from a tusked, tarnished silver grimace. -
Fuck You, Said the Raven Perfume Oil
Add to cart“Hey,” said Shadow. “Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are.”
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
“Say ‘Nevermore,'” said Shadow.
“Fuck you,” said the raven.”
Glossy black, rough, and gravelly: violet-gilded opoponax, black patchouli, myrrh, and oak leaf.
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Ghûlheim Perfume Oil
Add to cartGhouls do not build. They are parasites and scavengers, eaters of carrion. The city they call Ghûlheim is something they found, long ago, but did not make. No one they call knows (if anyone human ever knew) what kind of creatures it was that made those buildings, who honeycombed the rock with tunnels and towers, but it is certain that no-one but the ghoul-folk could have wanted to stay there, or even to approach that place.
Even from the path below Ghûlheim, even from miles away, Bod could see that all of the angles were wrong — that the walls sloped crazily, that it was every nightmare he had ever endured made into a place, like a huge mouth of jutting teeth. It was a city that had been built just to be abandoned, in which all the fears and madnesses and revulsions of the creatures who built it were made into stone. The ghoul folk had found it and delighted in it and called it home.
A dark and disjointed scent: smoke and black musk, bladderwrack, opopponax, galangal, and pepper.
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Heavy as Honeyed Pulses Beat Perfume Oil
Out of StockWho are you now, — we cried to her —
Spirit so strange, so sinister?
We felt dead winds above us stir;
And in the darkness heard
A voice fall, singing, cloying sweet,
Heavily dropping, though that heat,
Heavy as honeyed pulses beat,
Slow word by anguished word.Opoponax and vetiver throbbing with thick globs of smoked honey.
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Horreur Citrouille Perfume Oil
Out of StockPumpkin pulp, blood musk, golden honey, thick black wine, champagne grapes, tobacco flower, plum blossom, tonka bean, oakmoss, carnation, benzoin, opoponax, and sugar cane.
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Horreur Sympathique Perfume Oil
Out of StockFrom livid skies that, without end,
As stormy as your future roll,
What thoughts into your empty soul
(Answer me, libertine!) descend?– Insatiable yet for all
That turns on darkness, doom, or dice,
I’ll not, like Ovid, mourn my fall,
Chased from the Latin paradise.Skies, torn like seacoasts by the storm!
In you I see my pride take form,
And the huge clouds that rush in streamsAre the black hearses of my dreams,
And your red rays reflect the hell,
In which my heart is pleased to dwell.The perfume of a hellbound soul, gleefully lost to iniquity: blood musk, golden honey, thick black wine, champagne grapes, tobacco flower, plum blossom, tonka bean, oakmoss, carnation, benzoin, opoponax, and sugar cane.
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Hot Speckled Gloom Perfume Oil
Add to cartMaybe you should get that checked out! Sweet myrrh, patchouli root, and opoponax enflamed by red peppercorn.
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In Night When Colors All to Black Are Cast Perfume Oil
Out of StockIn night when colors all to black are cast,
Distinction lost, or gone down with the light;
The eye a watch to inward senses placed,
Not seeing, yet still having powers of sight,Gives vain alarums to the inward sense,
Where fear stirred up with witty tyranny,
Confounds all powers, and thorough self-offense,
Doth forge and raise impossibility:Such as in thick depriving darknesses,
Proper reflections of the error be,
And images of self-confusednesses,
Which hurt imaginations only see;And from this nothing seen, tells news of devils,
Which but expressions be of inward evils.
– Lord Brooke Fulke GrevilleAn inner darkness: ink-black vegetal musk, opoponax, velvet myrrh, nagarmotha, black champa, labdanum, and plum honey.
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In Time of Plague Perfume Oil
Add to cartAdieu, farewell earth’s bliss!
This world uncertain is:
Fond are life’s lustful joys,
Death proves them all but toys.
None from his darts can fly;
I am sick, I must die—
Lord, have mercy on us!Rich men, trust not in wealth,
Gold cannot buy you health;
Physic himself must fade;
All things to end are made;
The plague full swift goes by;
I am sick, I must die—
Lord, have mercy on us!Beauty is but a flower
Which wrinkles will devour;
Brightness falls from the air;
Queens have died young and fair;
Dust hath closed Helen’s eye;
I am sick, I must die—
Lord, have mercy on us!Strength stoops unto the grave,
Worms feed on Hector brave;
Swords may not fight with fate;
Earth still holds ope her gate;
Come, come! the bells do cry;
I am sick, I must die—
Lord, have mercy on us!Wit with his wantonness
Tasteth death’s bitterness;
Hell’s executioner
Hath no ears for to hear
What vain art can reply:
I am sick, I must die—
Lord, have mercy on us!Haste therefore each degree
To welcome destiny;
Heaven is our heritage,
Earth but a player’s stage.
Mount we unto the sky;
I am sick, I must die—
Lord, have mercy on us!
– Thomas NasheBlackened roses against a backdrop of velvet opoponax, bitter clove, and tobacco abosolute.
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It Was Just a Cat Perfume Oil
Out of StockA scraping sound in the darkness, a scrabble of movement, the unnerving crash of a vase carelessly knocked to the ground.
A flash of amber fur skittering through shadows of opoponax, red labdanum, and myrrh.
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It Was the Dead That Groaned Within Perfume Oil
Out of StockSome sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portals she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone—
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She ne’er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.A chasm of suffocating, endless silence: opoponax, frankincense, juniper, wormwood, and crypt moss.
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It’s All So Damn Beautiful Perfume Oil
Out of StockHe continued to gaze out at the river, following an impressive sludge and foam sculpture with his eyes.
“So beautiful,” he whispered. “It’s all so damn beautiful.”
Lilith’s interpretation of Pollution from Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett’s Good Omens.
Greasy green-black globs of oakmoss and petroleum smeared with opoponax, charred lavender, and white amber.
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La Death Darkness Black Black Hats Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe darkest and deathiest of black black hats: inky grey cashmere, tobacco-stained leather, and a feathery plume of bay leaf, opoponax, and sandalwood.
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Levitating Phallic God Perfume Oil
Out of StockVetiver, opoponax, licorice root, black tea, lemon peel, and cashmere wood.
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Lightning Struck a Flock of Witches Perfume Oil
Out of StockWilliam Holbrook Beard
A crack of ozone slicing through blue benzoin, indigo musk, tobacco, and opoponax.
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Ligur Perfume Oil
Add to cart“What’s this Crowley like?” said Ligur.
Hastur spat. “He’s been up here too long,” he said. “Right from the Start. Gone native, if you ask me. Drives a car with a telephone in it.”
Ligur pondered this. Like most demons, he had a very limited grasp of technology, and so he was just about to say something like, I bet it needs a lot of wire, when the Bentley rolled to a halt at the cemetery gate.Dry olibanum, black moss, soggy ti, khus, and opoponax.
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Magnetite Phoenix Perfume Oil
Out of StockAn iron grey beacon of good fortune: opoponax and sweet labdanum with iron filings, high john the conqueror root, vetiver, frankincense, and patchouli.
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Mastermind Perfume Oil
Add to cartInspired by the character HUNTER ROSE.
The first of the Grendel legacy, a stylish, best-selling author who leads a double life as a relentless assassin and all-powerful mob overlord.An elegant cologne of olibanum, opoponax, leather accord, black amber, bois de jasmine, cade wood, pale balsam, orange blossom, oudh, black plum, bourbon vanilla, and sandalwood.
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Men Will Fall to Her Darkness Perfume Oil
Out of StockAnd those who call the shadows home will rise again. A haze of blood musk, myrrh, blackened lavender buds, labdanum, and opoponax.
Hellboy in Theaters Now.
Motion Picture Artwork © 2019 Summit Entertainment, LLC. All Rights Reserved
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Misericordia Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe Misericordia, or Tristis, are vampires that are consumed with a longing to regain their lost humanity, some to the point of being driven mad by the desire to be human once more. The shock of their transition into vampirism and the rejection they faced from friends and loved ones was devastating, and it compromises their ability to find solace and comfort. Unlike the Transeo, Misericordia cannot merge into human society, but are relegated by their own grief to the position of outsiders. Their inherent melancholy and morose temperaments make it difficult for them to cultivate relationships with either humans or vampires. Most vampires treat the Misericordia with a fair amount of derision, and they are sometimes hunted by Interfectors who see the perspective of the Misericordia as an affront to their way of thinking.
Eons of grief and unending hunger: magnolia, black currant, castoreum accord, lavender, labdanum, amber, rose otto, and opoponax.
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Moons of Saturn: Mimas Perfume Oil
Out of StockSon of Gaia, slain by Hephastus with red-hot iron, incinerated by Zeus’ lightning bolts. Not a lucky fellow at all.
A thunderclap of ozone and red peppercorn slicing through sweet vetiver, black patchouli, and opoponax.
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Murder for Murder, Blood for Blood Perfume Oil
Add to cart“So. I got to say it, because nobody else here will. We are at the center of this place: a land that has no time for gods, and here at the center it has less time for us than anywhere. It is a no-man’s-land, a place of truce, and we observe our truces, here. We have no choice. So. You give us the body of our friend. We accept it. You will pay for this, murder for murder, blood for blood.”
Black oudh, patchouli, opoponax, black pepper, and blackened cacao.
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Murder Peel Perfume Oil
Add to cartBPAL specializes in ominous banana perfumes, but it looks like we pushed this one too far. A deadly heel turn: slippery black banana peel, opoponax, green fig, vetiver, coconut, orange blossom, frankincense, and tobacco absolute.
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Nes Gadol Haya Sham Perfume Oil
Out of StockBut not long after the king sent a certain old man of Antioch, to compel the Jews to depart from the laws of their fathers and of God:
And to defile the temple that was in Jerusalem, and to call it the temple of Jupiter Olympius: and that in Gazarim of Jupiter Hospitalis, according as they were that inhabited the place.
And very bad was this invasion of evils and grievous to all.
For the temple was full of the riot and reveling of the Gentiles: and of men lying with lewd women. And women thrust themselves of their accord into the holy places, and brought in things that were not lawful.
The altar also was filled with unlawful things, which were forbidden by the laws.
And neither were the sabbaths kept, nor the solemn days of the fathers observed, neither did any man plainly profess himself to be a Jew
But they were led by bitter constraint on the king’s birthday to the sacrifices: and when the feast of Bacchus was kept, they wore compelled to go about crowned with ivy in honour of Bacchus.
And there went out a decree into the neighboring cities of the Gentiles, by the suggestion of the Ptolemeans, that they also should act in like manner against the Jews, to oblige them to sacrifice:
And whosoever would not conform themselves to the ways of the Gentiles, should be put to death: then was misery to be seen.
For two women were accused to have circumcised their children: whom, when they had openly led about through the city with the infants hanging at their breasts, they threw down headlong from the walls.
And others that had met together in caves that were near, and were keeping the sabbath day privately, being discovered by Philip, were burnt with fire, because they made a conscience to help themselves with their hands, by reason of the religious observance of the day.
– The Second Book of the Maccabees, 6:1-11In order to consolidate his power in Jerusalem and Hellenize the area, the Greek king Antiochus IV Epiphanes outlawed Judaism and ordered the population to worship Zeus and the Hellenic pantheon. As this was anathema to the Jews, they refused, and Antiochus moved to enforce his religious decree by extreme force.
Some origin tales say that the dreidel was used at this time as a method by which the Jewish people were able to continue to study the Talmud in secret under the guise of gambling. Now, in addition to being a light gambling game, the dreidel is also a reminder of the strength, devotion, and perseverance of the Jewish people and the mercy of God.
One scent in four parts:
Nun, the Snake: nuun, nothing. Naḥš, in modern Arabic, means bad luck. Represented by scents of loss and remembrance: opoponax and lemon verbena.
Gimel, the Camel: the Ship of the Desert. Represented by scents of abundance, fortitude, and determination: patchouli, heliotrope, pomegranate, and almond.
He, the Window: sometimes used to represent the Unutterable Name of God, this is the window in our souls through which God’s light touches us. Represented by scents of clarity and piety: frankincense, myrtle, and hyssop.
Shin, the Tooth: also stands for Shaddai, one of the names of God. The hand formed into shin acts as a priestly blessing. Represented by scents of strength, generosity, kindness, and benediction: carnation, myrrh, red poppy, and hibiscus.
The essences of Nun, Gimel, He, and Shin are blended to become Nes Gadol Haya Sham.
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Night Perfume Oil
Out of StockWhere we’re going, or what we’re leaving behind: raw cacao, bourbon vetiver, red benzoin, opoponax, tobacco absolute, queen of the night, tuberose, and inky musk.
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Oblivion Railroad Perfume Oil
Add to cartYeet 2022’s sorrows into the void: blackened lavender, red labdanum, opoponax, Oman frankincense, champaca orchid, sweet aged patchouli, and tobacco absolute.
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Old Demons of the First Class Perfume Oil
Out of StockWe must have all the old demons of the first class, with tails, and the hobgoblins and imps; and then I think we ought not to leave out the death-horse, or the grave-pig, or even the church dwarf, although they do belong to the clergy, and are not reckoned among our people; but that is merely their office, they are nearly related to us, and visit us very frequently.
Siberian musk, black clove, opoponax, tonka, black pepper, and neroli.
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Pomegranate Smoke Hair Gloss
Out of StockA scent for in-between times and in-between spaces: blackened pomegranate, myrrh, opoponax, cypress, black oud, and 9-year aged patchouli.
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Reflections Under Bereavement Perfume Oil
Out of StockI can only consider departed spirits and ministering angels, as one innumerable company continually surrounding us. And are they not as nearly united to their fellow soldiers now, as when in the body ! What should hinder ? Gratitude and affection are natives of heaven, and live for ever. Forgetfulness is a property of mortality, and drops off with the body. Therefore, they that loved us in the Lord, will surely love us for ever. Can anything material interrupt the sight or presence of a spirit ? Nay,—
‘Walk within walls no more the passage bar,
Than unopposing space of liquid air.’– the British Spiritual Telegraph, Vol. 3 No. 6, April 1859
Blackened opoponax and frankincense smoke shrouded in wilted roses, black taffeta, and tear-stained lace.
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Rogridiss Perfume Oil
Out of StockAn imp’s worth of Rogue stuffed into a 5ml of Bliss plopped into Black Rider‘s mother bottle.
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Sinkhole Perfume Oil
Out of StockWe have the best sinkholes. Terrific sinkholes. Our sinkholes are tremendous. YUUUGE. No administration has ever had a sinkhole like this, believe me. Obama didn’t have sinkholes. Sad!
The scent of a swamp self-draining: globs of wet earth, crushed grass, and untended dandelions sliding into a morass of moss-crusted opoponax, labdanum, and tar.
Proceeds from the sale of this scent benefit the American Civil Liberties Union.
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Sissy, The Ascendant Perfume Oil
Add to cartSassafras and smoke for black vulture feathers, and King mandarin and red musk for the deep red-orange of the vulture’s face. Blue lilac and chamomile / opoponax and vetiver for the blue and black of her eyes. Vanilla bean and fig represent her innate goodness and instinctive kindness.
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skekZok the Ritual Master Perfume Oil
Add to cartSkekZok the Ritual Master was thought to hold control of the court entirely in his own hands. He had the ear of skekSo the Emperor, whose wishes were absolute; no one could hope for success except through skekZok. He sought to rule the other Skeksis through prophecies he invented and false apparitions he conjured. SkekZok found that the Emperor raised favorites only to enjoy the pleasure of their fall, while other distrustful Skeksis practiced their own secret divinations.
An incense of deception: frankincense, opoponax, hyssop, champaca, and opium poppy accord.
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Song of the Otherworld Perfume Oil
Out of StockOn the darkest nights of winter, the swirling winds buffet battle cries and the moans of the long-dead on their blue-fingered eddies. Storm clouds rumble in the east, and a host of wailing spirits, wights, and ghouls gibber, drift, and creep through the land.
Sleet and champaca, fir needle and opoponax, blue musk and cypress, balsam and snow.
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Superior Vena Cava Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe hollow vein that contains blood from the arms and head. A perfume of thought and action: blood chypre, ambergris accord, beeswax, oppoponax, tuberose absolute, and red musk.
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Temple Viper Perfume Oil
Out of StockSnake Oil with sugar cane, frankincense, champaca, opoponax, labdanum, and hyssop.
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The Black Rider Perfume Oil
Select OptionsAs she stood there a third man on horseback came galloping up. His face was black, he was dressed all in black, and the horse he rode was coal-black. He galloped up to the gate of the hut and disappeared there as if he had sunk through the ground and at that moment the night came and the forest grew dark.
But it was not dark on the green lawn, for instantly the eyes of all the skulls on the wall were lighted up and shone till the place was as bright as day. When she saw this Vasilissa trembled so with fear that she could not run away.
Black leather, oppoponax, tobacco, and black amber.
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The Drunkard’s Dream Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe drunk in the graveyard raised his bottle to his lips. One of the gravestones flipped over, revealing a grasping corpse; a headstone turned around, flowers replaced by a grinning skull. A wraith appeared on the right of the church, while on the left of the church something with a half-glimpsed, pointed, unsettlingly birdlike face, a pale, Boschian nightmare, glided smoothly from a headstone into the shadows and was gone. Then the church door opened, a priest came out, and the ghosts, haunts, and corpses vanished, and only the priest and the drunk were left alone in the graveyard. The priest looked down at the drunk disdainfully, and backed through the open door, which closed behind him, leaving the drunk on his own.
The clockwork story was deeply unsettling. Much more unsettling, thought Shadow, than clockwork has any right to be.
“You know why I show that to you?” asked Czernobog.
“No.”
“That is the world as it is. That is the real world. It is there, in that box.”
Red currant and labdanum with opoponax, vetiver, grave moss, white sandalwood, and khus.
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The Elephant is Slow to Mate Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe elephant, the huge old beast,
is slow to mate;
he finds a female, they show no haste
they waitfor the sympathy in their vast shy hearts
slowly, slowly to rouse
as they loiter along the river-beds
and drink and browseand dash in panic through the brake
of forest with the herd,
and sleep in massive silence, and wake
together, without a word.So slowly the great hot elephant hearts
grow full of desire,
and the great beasts mate in secret at last,
hiding their fire.Oldest they are and the wisest of beasts
so they know at last
how to wait for the loneliest of feasts
for the full repast.They do not snatch, they do not tear;
their massive blood
moves as the moon-tides, near, more near
till they touch in flood.
– DH LawrenceA rolling, unhurried, volcanic passion sustained by a love that is slow, shy, patient, and wise – and expressed through a scent as warm, languorous, luxuriant, and comforting as a cloak of heavy, soft red velvet: deep burgundy musk, red labdanum, smoked rose petals, opoponax, 17-year aged patchouli, blackened vanilla bean, dried black cherries, blackberries, and tobacco absolute.
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The Governing Dark’s Begun Perfume Oil
Out of StockIt freezes – all across a soundless sky
The birds go home. The governing dark’s begun:
The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun;
The ultimate dark wherein the race shall die.
Death, with his evil finger to his lip,
Leers in at human windows, turning spy
To learn the country where his rule shall lie
When he assumes perpetual generalship.
The undefeated enemy, the chill
That shall benumb the voiceful earth at last,
Is master of our moment, and has bound
The viewless wind it-self. There is no sound.
It freezes. Every friendly stream is fast.
It freezes; and the graven twigs are still.
– Hilaire Belloc
The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun: leaden opoponax and black patchouli obfuscating a dim glimmer of amber, frozen by eucalyptus, silent under a shadowed shroud of blackcurrant.
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The Hourglass Perfume Oil
Add to cart“I feel like all the sands are at the bottom of the hourglass.”
“Turn it over, then.”The white roses and orange blossoms of hope penetrating despair’s black fog of opoponax, black myrrh, bruised violet, clove, funereal lily, and grief-struck carrot seed.
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The Parca and the Angel of Death Perfume Oil
Add to cartGustave Moreau
The sun hanging low over an ever-darkening harvest of cold stone, blood red musk, inky opoponax, smoky clove husk, and vetiver root.
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Tricuspid Valve Perfume Oil
Out of StockA perfume to prevent backflow of blood into your heart: husky aged patchouli, scorched oppoponax, agarwood, olibanum, black oakmoss, and chaparral.
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Unspeakably Evil Temple Home & Linen Spray
Select OptionsA profane blend of opoponax, galangal root, dried mosses, wormwood accord, sandarac, frankincense, myrrh, and black copal.
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Venom – Resurrected Perfume Oil
Out of StockDarkly seductive and lethally compelling: sinuous oponax, galbanum, dark wild berries, a drop of lush jasmine and a sliver of lime.
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Voluptuous Wantonness Perfume Oil
Out of Stock“The sweetness was turned to adamantine, heartless cruelty, and the purity to voluptuous wantonness.”
Preternatural hedonism: silken billows of scarlet musk and red oudh with sugared fig, opoponax, wild plum, Siamese benzoin, vanilla husk, tobacco, and mimosa.
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Witch-Cursed Castle Perfume Oil
Out of StockYou whom Haggard holds in thrall,
Share his feast and share his fall.
You shall see your fortune flower
Till the torrent takes the tower.
Yet none but one of Hagsgate town
May bring the castle swirling down.Beyond the town, darker than dark, King Haggard’s castle teetered like a lunatic on stilts, and beyond the castle the sea slid. Drinn stopped him as he raised his glass. “Not that toast, my friend. Will you drink to a woe fifty years old? It is that long since our sorrow fell, when King Haggard built his castle by the sea.”
“When the witch built it, I think.” Schmendrick wagged a finger at him. “Credit where it’s due, after all.”
“Ah, you know that story,” Drinn said. “Then you must also know that Haggard refused to pay the witch when her task was completed.”
The magician nodded. “Aye,” and she cursed him for his greed – cursed the castle, rather. “But what had that to do with Hagsgate? The town had done the witch no wrong.”
“No,” Drinn replied. “But neither had it done her any good. She could not unmake the castle – or would not, for she fancied herself an artistic sort and boasted that her work was years ahead of its time. Anyway, she came to the elders of Hagsgate and demanded that they force Haggard to pay what was due her. ‘Look at me and see yourselves,’ she rasped. ‘That’s the true test of a town, or of a king. A lord who cheats an ugly old witch will cheat his own folk by and by. Stop him while you can, before you grow used to him.’” Drinn sipped his wine and thoughtfully filled Schmendrick’s glass once more.
“Haggard paid her no money,” he went on, “and Hagsgate, alas, paid her no heed. She was treated politely and referred to the proper authorities, whereupon she flew into a fury and screamed that in our eagerness to make no enemies at all, we had now made two.” He paused, covering his eyes with lids so thin that Molly was sure he could see through them, like a bird. With his eyes closed, he said, “It was then that she cursed Haggard’s castle, and cursed our town as well. Thus his greed brought ruin upon us all.”
In the sighing silence, Molly Grue’s voice came down like a hammer on a horseshoe, as though she were again berating poor Captain Cully. “Haggard’s less at fault than you yourselves,” she mocked the folk of Hagsgate, “for he was only one thief, and you were many. You earned your trouble by your own avarice, not your king’s.”
Drinn opened his eyes and gave her an angry look. “We earned nothing,” he protested. “It was our parents and grandparents whom the witch asked for help, and I’ll grant you that they were as much to blame as Haggard, in their way. We would have handled the matter quite differently.” And every middle-aged face in the room scowled at every older face.
One of the old men spoke up in a voice that wheezed and miaowed. “You would have done just as we did. There were crops to harvest and stock to tend, as there still are. There was Haggard to live with, as there still is. We know very well how you would have behaved. You are our children.”
Weed-strewn oak, opoponax, wet stone, creaking redwood, and desolate olibanum.