Perfume Oil

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    ‘Tis Not Madness Perfume Oil

    This is the air; that is the glorious sun;
    This pearl she gave me, I do feel’t and see’t;
    And though ’tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
    Yet ’tis not madness.

    — Sebastian

    A vibrant swirl of orange blossom, sweet patchouli, vetiver, and sandalwood.

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  • Étienne De Boray Oak Perfume Oil

    Lilith among the roots of the Tree of Life. Dappled shadows flickering through Spanish moss, oakmoss, oak twigs, squished mushrooms, pine needles, and lavender buds with beams of Manuka honey sunlight.

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  • #2 Pencil Perfume Oil

    After the pandemic hit, Lilith started doing almost-nightly horror looks. I think that it’s one of the ways that she’s processing the strain of everything that’s going on in the world, on top of being a new way to express her creativity.

    When the shelter in place began, Lilith started showing up to some of her online classes covered in gore. Every day, I was on tenterhooks waiting for an email from one of her teachers asking why Lilith was showing up to class looking like something from a Troma flick. Lilith started 7th grade this year at a new middle school, and one of the first projects in her science class this semester involved her sending a photo of herself to her teacher. Of course, she sent this one.

    Honeycrisp apples, jasmine tea, honeycomb, and cedar shavings.

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    13 Perfume Oil

    13 is significant, whether you consider it lucky, unlucky or just plain odd. Many believe it to be unfortunate…

    …because there were 13 present at the Last Supper.
    …Loki crashed a party of 12 at Valhalla, which ended in Baldur’s death.
    …Oinomaos killed 13 of Hippodamia’s suitors before Pelops finally, in his own shady way, defeated the jealous king.
    …In ancient Rome, Hecate’s witches gathered in groups of 12, the Goddess herself being the 13th in the coven.

    Concern over the number thirteen echoes back beyond the Christian era. Line 13 was omitted form the Code of Hammurabi.

    The shivers over Friday the 13th also have some interesting origins:

    …Christ was allegedly crucified on Friday the 13th.
    …On Friday, October 13, 1307, King Philip IV of France ordered the arrests of Jaques de Molay, Grand Master of the Knights Templar, and sixty of his senior knights.
    …In British custom, hangings were held on Fridays, and there were 13 steps on the gallows leading to the noose.

    To combat the superstition, Robert Ingersoll and the Thirteen Club held thirteen-men dinners during the 19th Century. Successful? Hardly. The number still invokes trepidation to this day. A recent whimsical little serial killer study showed that the following murderers all have names that total thirteen letters:

    Theodore Bundy
    Jeffrey Dahmer
    Albert De Salvo
    John Wayne Gacy

    And, with a little stretch of the imagination, you can also fit “Jack the Ripper” and “Charles Manson” into that equation.

    More current-era paranoia: modern schoolchildren stop their memorization of the multiplication tables at 12. There were 13 Plutonium slugs in the atomic bomb that was dropped on Nagasaki. Apollo 13 wasn’t exactly the most successful space mission. All of these are things that modern triskaidekaphobes point to when justifying their fears.

    For some, 13 is an extremely fortuitous and auspicious number…

    …In Jewish tradition, God has 13 Attributes of Mercy. Also, there were 13 tribes of Israel, 13 principles of Jewish faith, and 13 is considered the age of maturity.
    …The ancient Egyptians believed that there were 12 stages of spiritual achievement in this lifetime, and a 13th beyond death.
    …The word for thirteen, in Chinese, sounds much like the word which means “must be alive”.

    Thirteen, whether you love it or loathe it, is a pretty cool number all around.

    …In some theories of relativity, there are 13 dimensions.
    …It is a prime number, lucky number, star number, Wilson Prime, and Fibonacci number.
    …There are 13 Archimedean solids.

    …There were 13 original colonies when the United States were founded.

    Says a lot about the US, doesn’t it?

    I am exhausted by current events and worldwide so this 13 is just the warmest, cheeriest goddamn thing I could come up with right now. I need cheering, and dollars to donuts, you probably do, too. Five chocolates, ranging from sweet to smoky, with white sugar, brown sugar, cardamom, coconut, vanilla marshmallow, hazelnut, candied pralines, and Madagascar vanilla.

    Here’s to a happy 2020 filled with warmth, love, good fortune, safety, and kindness.

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  • 2020 Aesthetic Perfume Oil

    I have a great video of Lilith pulling off a mask to reveal this look, but I can’t get it to load onto the website, alas. Just picture it in your mind; it was awesome.

    Edited to add: Thompson has saved us! The video is up on BPAL’s YouTube now.

    Cherry pulp, crushed raspberries, and sugar.

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  • A Demon and Her Unholy Basketball Perfume Oil

    Last Halloween, Lilith and her best friend decided to dress up as their own interpretations of the meanings of their names. Her best friend dressed up as a warrior queen, and Lil said that dressing up as the First Woman would be too hard to explain. So she dolled up as a demon.

    Pumpkin sugar, red musk, and a puff of brimstone.

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    A Glimpse Perfume Oil

    A glimpse through an interstice caught,
    Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in a corner,
    Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,
    A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest,
    There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.

    – Walt Whitman

    A quiet scent, gentle: soft brown leather, a rustle of leaves, warm skin, white sandalwood.

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  • A Little Piece of Eternity Perfume Oil

    Don’t you just love those long afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn’t just an hour – but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands – and who knows what to do with it? – Tennessee Williams

    Lilith’s favorite city in the whole world. Clambering on a tire swing in the Garden District: rain-spattered olive blossom, Spanish moss, oak bark, and orris root.

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    A Look of Peace Perfume Oil

    As I looked, the eyes saw the sinking sun, and the look of hate in them turned to triumph.

    But, on the instant, came the sweep and flash of Jonathan’s great knife. I shrieked as I saw it shear through the throat; whilst at the same moment Mr. Morris’s bowie knife plunged into the heart.

    It was like a miracle; but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.

    I shall be glad as long as I live that even in that moment of final dissolution, there was in the face a look of peace, such as I never could have imagined might have rested there.

    Rage and bloody exultation dissolving into divine stillness: white sandalwood, palo santo, rosewood, and lavender.

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  • A Moonlit Winter Landscape Perfume Oil

    Remigius Adrianus Haanen

    Smoky grey amber, frost-black oak, snow-covered soil, Tuscan iris, storm-grey musk, fenugreek, linden blossom, and benzoin.

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  • A Night in the French Quarter Perfume Oil

    As you all probably know by now, New Orleans is my favorite city, and I love that Lilith shares that love with me. I have never had my tarot cards read in Jackson Square, but Lilith begged me to let her get a reading – and you know that her every wish is my command. The reader was so sweet; she told Lilith all about where the cards say she will be in ten years and who will be important to her. As all Lilith adventures turn out, the reading morphed into more of a conversation, with my daughter talking and telling the woman all sorts of stories.

    It made my heart swell with love to know that Lilith will be happy in her life. Lilith, we promise we will always do everything we can to make sure you are safe and happy.

    It was a beautiful night in November, and this moment is one of those snapshots in time that I’ll always hold in my heart: indigo skies of bruised violet, osmanthus, French lavender, and black plum, petrichor-wet and lacquered with frankincense and red benzoin.

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  • A Vigilant Eye At Heaven’s Center Perfume Oil

    When everything was high,
    there waited the cold emerald,
    the emerald gaze:
    it was a vigilant eye
    at heaven’s center,
    center of the void:
    the emerald that looked on:
    unique, hard, immensely green,
    as if it were an ocean-eye,
    an immobile water-eye,
    drop of God,
    cold victory,
    tower of greenness.

    – Pablo Neruda

    Of all the many colors that Lilith has dyed her hair, I think this is my favorite.

    An emerald green, a verdant green, a green that is bursting with life, vitality and joy. This is the wet, bright green of wild growth: tiger fig leaf, coconut palm, neroli, mint chypre, green labdanum, green apple, jungle leaves, white amber, coriander, and tea leaf.

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    A Vision of the Courtesan Perfume Oil

    Tobacco leaf, rice milk, and frankincense.

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    A World of One Color Perfume Oil

    Winter solitude
    In a world of one color
    The sound of wind

    – Matsuo Basho

    A blur of grey-white: ambergris accord, ice musk, black tea, Himalayan cedar, coconut husk, and frost.

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    Abalone Vulva Perfume Oil

    Pearlescent orris root, cream accord, three radiant ambers, driftwood, lotus root, and sheer pink musk.

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    After the Winter Perfume Oil

    Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
    And against the morning’s white
    The shivering birds beneath the eaves
    Have sheltered for the night,
    We’ll turn our faces southward, love,
    Toward the summer isle
    Where bamboos spire the shafted grove
    And wide-mouthed orchids smile.

    And we will seek the quiet hill
    Where towers the cotton tree,
    And leaps the laughing crystal rill,
    And works the droning bee.
    And we will build a cottage there
    Beside an open glade,
    With black-ribbed blue-bells blowing near,
    And ferns that never fade.

    – Claude McKay

    Turn your face southward toward the summer isle: rolling green grasses, Taitian vanilla, white coconut, fig, orange blossom, baobab leaf, and golden amber.

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    Agreenex Perfume Oil

    Be the you HE likes. Good to be around, any time, any day.

    A sweet and compliant sugared mint coating sour green apple.

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  • Alien/Siren Perfume Oil

    “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

    This 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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    All Souls Perfume Oil

    A day of remembrance and intercession. Without the prayers and sacrifices of their families and loved ones, the faithful departed may not be cleansed of their venal sins, and thereby cannot attain beatific vision. On November 2nd, prayers are sung and offerings are made to aid lost souls in transcending purgatory. An incense blend that invokes the higher qualities of mercy and compassion, mingled with the soft, sugared currant scent of offertory soul cakes.

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    All the Meaner Things Perfume Oil

    He can, within his range, direct the elements; the storm, the fog, the thunder; he can command all the meaner things: the rat, and the owl, and the bat—the moth, and the fox, and the wolf; he can grow and become small; and he can at times vanish and come unknown. How then are we to begin our strike to destroy him? How shall we find his where; and having found it, how can we destroy?

    A thundercrack of ozone and moist, salty fog. A flap of leathery wings, a cluster of bark-brown feathers, and skittering, chattering black musk.

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    Alleviate the Frenzy Perfume Oil

    Nor should you wonder at all these things which are natural to women, and are particularly expected of the condition of virgins; because of retention of the sexual fluid, the heart and surrounding areas are enveloped in a morbid and moist exudation: this is especially true of the more lascivious females, inclined to venery, passionate women who are most eager to experience physical pleasure; if she is of this type she cannot ever be relieved by any aid except that of her parents who are advised to find her a husband. Having done so the man’s strong and vigorous intercourse alleviated the frenzy. She married an energetic young man, who, having discharged his marital responsibilities with vigor, she took to this with enthusiasm; under this appropriate treatment she flourished, revived, bloomed with the rosy shade of well-being, and was entirely restored to health.
    – Zacutus Lusitanus, Praxis Medica Admiranda, 1637

    Lascivious females! Are you suffering from morbid, moist exudations? Restore your health and the rosy glow of well-being! Heady peach musk aglow with sugared amber.

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    Allodoxaphobia Perfume Oil

    Fear of Opinions

    The discordant clang of silverware punctuates another heated rant, and Uncle Elliot whips out his phone to underscore his point with a Facebook meme he saw earlier in the day.

    Flecks of cranberry sauce spatter the table as a fist pounds in anger: a boisterous, conflicted, bombastic lather of red pepper, boiled cranberries, and bergamot.

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  • Altarpiece – No 1 – Group X Perfume Oil

    Altarpiece – No 1 – Group X. Hilma af Klint 1907
    “I was privileged to visit the ‘Hilma af Klint: Paintings for the Future’ exhibit when it was at the Guggenheim in 2019. The scale and scope of some of these visionary works were of such a breathtaking nature that I grew faint and strange; I thought (hoped, even!) I might be experiencing an art attack, a psychosomatic episode, a soupçon of Stendahl Syndrome. What made the afternoon complete was when my boyfriend’s mother wandered into the Mapplethorpe exhibit and was a bit scandalized. not having any familiarity or context before doing so. All kinds of feels on this day!”

    A prism of sacred frankincense refracting a golden amber light into a spectrum of daemonorops draco, King mandarin, golden oud, verdant moss, blue tansy, indigo vegetal musk, and wild plum.

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    Amaxophobia Perfume Oil

    Fear of Riding in Cars

    Encased in a roaring tomb of vinyl siding, strangled by nylon bindings, arms bruised and battered by writhing bodies punching and pummeling-punctuated by wild cries of SLUG BUG and CALL BOX – and endless discordant choruses of 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall.

    Motor oil, a burst of exhaust, a faded tree-shaped air freshener, and crushed gas station chocolates.

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    Amber Incense and Honey Cakes Perfume Oil

    An offering made in the depths of the year’s darkness to honor the Solstice sun.

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    And Sing, And Sing Perfume Oil

    Sometimes the mist overhangs my path,
    And blackening clouds about me cling;
    But, oh, I have a magic way
    To turn the gloom to cheerful day-
    I softly sing.

    And if the way grows darker still,
    Shadowed by Sorrow’s somber wing,
    With glad defiance in my throat,
    I pierce the darkness with a note,
    And sing, and sing.

    I brood not over the broken past,
    Nor dread whatever time may bring;
    No nights are dark, no days are long,
    While in my heart there swells a song,
    And I can sing

    – James Weldon Johnson

    A perfume for my songbird: lavender and white musk with sugared tuberose and pale mosses.

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    Andradite Phoenix Perfume Oil

    A species of garnet. The scent is a swirl of deep red, brown-black, bronze, and green: red and black vegetal musk, sunset amber, oakmoss, mahogany, and champaca.

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    Anthocyanin Perfume Oil

    A burst of red, bloody and enflamed – the greens of summer collapsing into Fall: red musk, mandrake root, patchouli, pimento, saffron, red oudh, clove, and basil.

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  • Aoede, Melete, Mneme Perfume Oil

    Lilith had plans to record a ton of covers this year, but the pandemic put that to a screeching halt. She was able to finish one of the songs that she started before the shelter in place, though; it is a cover of one of her favorite songs by her all-time favorite artist.

    She gets so uncomfortable when I play her music at home, but the sound of her singing voice is soul-soothing to me, and I love the way she personalizes every song she sings with an enigmatic somber quality that I can’t quite put my finger on. She has a way of making bright songs grave, light songs gloomy, and sad songs stranger.

    Lilith’s cover of Billie Eilish’s Bellyache, produced by Taylor Locke and Paige Stark, engineered by Taylor Locke at Velveteen Laboratory.

    Sugared cream, vanilla husk, white sandalwood, and flecks of caramel.

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  • Apocalypse Box Perfume Oil

    Lilith notified us that this was her Apocalypse Box, and she spent about a week sitting in it on and off. We didn’t ask why; a month and a half into the shelter in place, there really wasn’t much need to ask why.

    Cardboard, pajama cotton, tonka beans, and dried lavender buds.

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  • Apostrophe of Time Perfume Oil

    O fleeting Time! whence art thou come?
    And whither do thy footsteps tend?
    Deep in the past where was thy home,
    And where thy future journey’s end?

    Thou art from vast eternity,
    And unto boundless regions found;
    But what and where’s infinity?
    And what know we of space unbound?

    The furrowed brow betokens age;
    But who thy centuries can tell?
    Was ancient seer or learned sage
    In wisdom’s lore e’er versed so well?

    Hast thou from childhood wandered thus,
    Companionless and lone, through space,
    With mystery o’er thy exodus,
    And darkness ’round thy resting place.

    What lengthened years have come and gone,
    Since thou thy tireless march began,
    Since Luna’s children sang at dawn,
    The wonders of creation’s plan?

    How many years of gloom and night
    Had passed, long ere yon king of day
    Had reigned his fiery steeds of light,
    And sped them on their shining way?

    Thou knowest — Thou alone, O thou!
    Omniscient and eternal Three!
    To whose broad eye all time is now —
    The past, with all eternity;

    In whose dread presence I shall stand,
    When time shall sink to rise no more,
    In that broad sea of thy command,
    Whose waves roll on, without a shore.

    – James Madison Bell

    The overwhelming incalculability of space, the glow and fade of countless days, the starry expanse of night. A scent that reaches into eternity and towards forever: glittering bergamot, lemon peel, and golden amber, star-flecked labdanum, neroli, and clary sage.

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    Apple Butter Rum Perfume Oil

    Spiced rum with cinnamon, apple butter, nutmeg, and thick vanilla cream.

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    Apple Sugar Perfume Oil

    Winesap apples and golden sugar.

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    Are You Digging on my Grave? Perfume Oil

    Ah, are you digging on my grave
    My loved one?–planting rue?”
    –“No; yesterday he went to wed
    One of the brightest wealth has bred.
    ‘It cannot hurt her now,’ he said,
    That I ‘should not be true.'”

    Then who is digging on my grave?
    My nearest dearest kin?”
    –“Ah, no; they sit and think, ‘What use!
    What good will planting flowers produce?
    No tendance of her mound can loose
    Her spirit from Death’s gin.'”

    But someone digs upon my grave?
    My enemy? — prodding sly?”
    –“Nay; when she heard you had passed the Gate
    That shuts on all flesh soon or late,
    She thought you no more worth her hate,
    And cares not where you lie.”

    Then, who is digging on my grave?
    Say — since I have not guessed!”
    — “O it is I, my mistress dear,
    Your little dog, who still lives near,
    And much I hope my movements here
    Have not disturbed your rest?”

    Ah, yes! You dig upon my grave …
    Why flashed it not on me
    That one true heart was left behind!
    What feeling do we ever find
    To equal among humankind
    A dog’s fidelity!”

    Mistress, I dug upon your grave
    To bury a bone, in case
    I should be hungry near this spot
    When passing on my daily trot.
    I am sorry, but I quite forgot
    It was your resting-place.”

    – Thomas Hardy

    Snuggly musk, milky puppy breath, upturned earth, and a gently-gnawed bone.

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  • Arlecchina Perfume Oil

    This spring, Lilith created several Horror Harlequin / Dark Clown looks, and this one is my absolute favorite. It isn’t the most technically challenging of her clown looks, but I love it for its shadowy, smeared simplicity.

    Blackberry, black currant, cade, leather, and black musk.

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  • Artist’s Entrance Perfume Oil

    Last winter, Lilith performed with her chorus at Walt Disney Concert Hall, and seeing her on stage there was one of the most extraordinary moments of my life. The whole concert was glorious – a powerfully moving, uplifting winter choral ensemble.

    Of course, Lilith dabbed during the encore.

    A soft amber glow illuminating beams of Douglas fir and Alaskan yellow cedar, polished with rosin and warm with leather and burnished steel.

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  • Astronomical Twilight Perfume Oil

    A scent of the silence before absolute doom, or the quiet sigh exhaled on the edge of hope: black plum, lavender, narcissus, night-blooming jasmine, lemon peel, labdanum, and white moss.

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  • Auxilium Perfume Oil

    A restorative oil, constructed to help support you after the long emotional and psychological sieges of the pandemic era.

    Rose otto, black spruce, ylang ylang, hyssop, lemon peel, cedarwood, and myrrh.

    Please note: this oil is not a substitute for medical or mental health treatment.

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    Awake Perfume Oil

    Awake, Radha, awake
    Calls the parrot and its love
    For how long must you sleep,
    Clasped to the heart of your Dark-stone?
    Listen. The dawn has come
    And the red shafts of the sun
    Are making us shudder.

    – Vidyapati Thakur

    A sunrise shimmering like abalone, struck through with beams of red musk and amber.

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  • Baby’s First Ballista Perfume Oil

    One of 2019’s firsts: Lilith loading and firing a scorpio at Louisiana Renaissance Festival. Considering how happy she was, I’m guessing she was a Roman Artilleryman in another life.

    Roma Invicta, or something: oakwood, vanilla bean, and sugar cookies.

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  • Baby’s First Chainsaw Perfume Oil

    Ah, such a year full of firsts! Back in the Before Times, Tom and Galen would sometimes walk to our house to pick up Lilith to go thrifting.

    One night, she came home with a second-hand chainsaw. It’s now one of her most prized possessions. Motherhood really is all that I expected it to be.

    Chainsaw grease and chocolate chip cookies. (The scent is way nicer than you might expect!)

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    Back in Blueblack Perfume Oil

    The color of a raven’s wing, gleaming like an oil slick: cistus labdanum, oakmoss, black vetiver, Italian bergamot, chocolate oudh, French lavender, violet leaf and petal, and sweet aged patchouli.

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  • Banana Bread Perfume Oil

    This is a really blunt and direct name for a BPAL scent, isn’t it? I tried things like the UnBaker, the AntiChef… none of it worked.

    Here’s the story: Lilith has always LOVED to cook and she has been obsessed with cooking shows ever since she was a toddler, but she hates eating new things. She is the pickiest eater that I’ve ever known, and whenever she signs up for a cooking class, she ends up just giving whatever she made to me and Ted to eat. She never tries her own cooking unless it’s yellow cake, buttercream frosting, or confetti cupcakes – the rest goes to mom, dad, her uncle, her grandparents, her friends, or whoever happens to be there when she’s done.

    Anyway, here’s a perfume dedicated to Lilith making banana bread that she didn’t even taste.

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    Banana Cream, Black Coconut, and Raw Chocolate Perfume Oil

    Banana Cream, Black Coconut, and Raw Chocolate

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    Beach Scene Perfume Oil

    Driftwood, white patchouli, sea salt, and kelp.

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  • Bear Prince Perfume Oil

    Shaggy fur, snow-flecked and rose-touched.

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    Beating the Tatami Shunga Perfume Oil

    Strawberry pulp, ti leaf, and candied fruits.

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    Belgian Chocolate, Black Pepper, Whiskey, and Bourbon Vanilla Perfume Oil

    Belgian Chocolate, Black Pepper, Whiskey, and Bourbon Vanilla

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    Benitoite Phoenix Perfume Oil

    California’s state gem! Precious and rare, formed under pressure in liminal spaces: a deep, clear musk as blue as the night sky cascading over the Pacific.

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  • Between Classes Perfume Oil

    Pandemic schoolin’, 2020: while there are many, many downsides to distance learning, a perk is that Lilith’s time between class periods doesn’t smell like running through halls or fumbling through a stinky, paper wad-filled locker.

    Fleece spiderwebs, lavender mist, and pink carnations.

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    Big Bertha’s Big Molasses Muffins Perfume Oil

    There’s no muffin like BIG BERTHA’S. Molasses and orange make these muffins sweet, indulgent, and a little spicy, just like your grandma.

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    Birthday Surprise Perfume Oil

    Beth does so much for everyone, so Lilith and I decided that it would be great to do something wonderful for her. We decided to surprise our favorite mom on her birthday with a trip to the Happiest Place on Earth. This image shows the joy and happiness that Lilith and I feel when we are dancing down the street after riding the Guardians ride. It might be adrenaline, it might be happiness, but I am pretty sure it is just dad and daughter love.

    I live for dancing in the streets with Lilith.

    Chocolate lava cake: Beth’s favorite.

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    Bits of Birnam Wood Perfume Oil

    Lilith takes theater very seriously, and when her Shakespeare troupe decided to do Macbeth, she became their unofficial propmaster. She gathered swords, shields, and daggers from her vast collection of weapons (this kid should have her own armory), and brought armloads of apple branches harvested from her school’s farm to the theater. Her faithful assistants – Teddy and I – had the pleasure of lugging those branches and weapons to and fro for months.

    Great Birnam Wood didn’t just come to high Dunsinane Hill – it marched all over Los Angeles: apple wood, apple buds, squished apples, and apple blossom.

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  • Black Coffee Perfume Oil

    With an extra shot of espresso to get you through the rest of 2020.

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    Black Haüs Perfume Oil

    Shades drift through a crumbling manor. Fragrant winds chill the lifeless rooms. A skittering in the darkness.

    Overgrown ivy creeping through a neglected lavender patch, a whiff of long-forgotten cologne, indigo oudh, mahogany, and teakwood, ti leaf, ectoplasmic musk, and aged leather.

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    Black Ice Perfume Oil

    Lovely, dangerous, slick, and bitterly cold: chilly white sleet-like notes with a hint of vetiver, a breath of smoky asphalt, and winter wind.

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  • Black Ice Perfume Oil

    Lovely, dangerous, slick, and bitterly cold: chilly white sleet-like notes with a hint of vetiver, a breath of smoky asphalt, and winter wind.

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    Black Pepper and Sandalwood Perfume Oil

    The perfumed answer to the sensation of holding bundle of cozy angora.

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    Blood Squib Snake Oil Perfume Oil

    A gory ejaculation of Snake Oil, simple syrup, and cherries.

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    Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary Perfume Oil

    Bloody Mary has a long-standing tradition in our family. I summoned Bloody Mary with my friends in bathrooms all over Southern California; many years later, Lilith and a bunch of her friends summoned Bloody Mary in the school bathroom (she’s probably still there, sorry!); and last year Lilith and Tom played two of the incarnations of Bloody Mary in our school’s haunted maze.

    A few years back, Lilith the Budding Exorcist passed on some sage advice to me: if you ever have trouble banishing an unruly spirit, just flush them down the toilet.

    Black cherry blood globs over a thick crust of patchouli.

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  • Bluebeard’s Wife Perfume Oil

    “Bluebeard stories provide one of the few venues women have to talk about the pervasive nature of marital violence. Like the slashers, they convert private drama into public spectacle, giving women a language for their pain.”

    Red rose petals floating in brackish salt water.

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    Body, Remember Perfume Oil

    Body, remember not only how much you were loved,
    not only the beds on which you lay,
    but also those desires for you
    that glowed plainly in the eyes,
    and trembled in the voice-and some
    chance obstacle made futile.
    Now that all of them belong to the past,
    it almost seems as if you had yielded
    to those desires-how they glowed,
    remember, in the eyes gazing at you;
    how they trembled in the voice, for you, remember, body.

    – Constantine Cavafy translated by Rae Dalven

    Profoundly sensual. The echo of caresses: raw black coconut, ambergris accord, ambrette seed, champaca flower, and sugar cane.

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  • Booboo Eyes Perfume Oil

    Backstory: it was 10:30 at night, and she wanted to film videos of her skeletons playing with slime. We said no because it’s too damn late and we’re tired, so this is her making booboo eyes with Mr. Skellington to try to convince us otherwise.

    An unconvincing saddy face: lavender and bone-white sandalwood with rosewater, lemon peel, and cognac.

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  • Boop Perfume Oil

    My daughter is most definitely a dog person.

    Lavender cream, puppy paws, white patchouli, and honey dust.

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    Boots Perfume Oil

    She wore Doc Martens during an entire season of volleyball – the practices and the games themselves – and I just want to remember that forever, is all. God, she’s so funny.

    Little Kid Stompy Boots: leather, dust, lavender oil, wood chips, and grass.

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  • Bounce Perfume Oil

    Is it premature to release an oil of playfulness while we are still in the throes of [waves hands] all this shit? It might be, but the heavens know I need this oil so it’s going live in case you do, too.

    This oil was constructed to bring lightheartedness, good humor, and bubbling high spirits. It can be worn as a perfume or used in rituals structured to remind you how to laugh, how to smile, how to have fun, and how to find enjoyment and satisfaction in small everyday delights. It can be used as an inspiration and creativity oil, or just to get your spark back.

    Bounce contains orange blossoms harvested from the TAL garden, neroli, gum mastic, frankincense, vanilla bean, and carnation absolute.

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    Bread Lumps Perfume Oil

    Lilith only likes the soft insides of French bread, and she is notorious for eating all of the insides and handing the crust to poor ol’ dad. It has been years since I have enjoyed a whole piece of bread.

    This is photo evidence of what I get to eat. Please, please just once let me eat the whole piece of bread. Just once.

    Honey-drizzled discarded bread crusts.

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  • Breakfast, or Something Perfume Oil

    Things started getting really weird around the house about three weeks into the shelter in place.

    Neon pink threads of guava cotton candy and strawberry milk.

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    Bright Red Dildo Perfume Oil

    I beg you, don’t lie, dear Coritto: Who was the Man who stitched for you this bright red dildo?

    I don’t know if Cerdon is from Chios or Erythrae; bald, small – you’d call him a right ‘Mr. Tradesman’. You’ll think you’re seeing the handiwork of Athena herself not Cerdon’s.
    I – for he arrived bringing two, Metro – at the sight of them – well my eyes bulged; men can’t make their rods as rigid as this – we are alone and can be frank – and not only that, these are as soft as sleep; and the little leather straps are as soft as wool, not like leather straps at all. A kinder cobbler to a woman you’ll not find – even by putting-out.

    Why then did you not take the other one as well?

    What didn’t I do, Metro? What sort of means of persuasion did I not apply him? Kissing him, stroking his bald head, pouring out a sweet drink for him, calling him by a pet name, giving him all by my body to enjoy.

    If he asked even that you ought to have given him it.

    Red leather and honey.

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    Brumation Perfume Oil

    Winter sluggishness, December’s malaise. A torpor: thick brown labdanum, tobacco absolute, vetiver, black moss, and black patchouli.

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    Buck Moon 2019 Perfume Oil

    This Full Moon marks the time of the year when the new antlers of buck deer emerge from their foreheads, coated in soft velvet. This is a time of vigor, thunder, balmy nights, glorious sunlight and hot winds.

    Buck Moon is an animalistic, deep scent: an amplification of one’s natural musk coupled with forest herbs, pine pitch, cedar berries, dew-kissed juniper, deer fur, a hint of clear, warm evening air and a crystalline spark of lunar oil.

    The accompanying Buck Moon Tee can be found here!

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    Bullseye Perfume Oil

    In order for Lilith to get her certification in basic range safety, we had to get our asses up at the crack of dawn to get her down to the range. Lil, Teddy, Brian, and I all went through the lessons together. Lilith was doing great, but by the end she was really feeling the echo of our pre-dawn alarm. After the class ended, there was a fun little contest to see who could pop balloons with their arrows on the first try. Lilith was resistant; she was tired, kinda /done/ with everything, and just wanted to turn in her equipment and watch us. We all pushed her to at least give it a try – You have your equipment on anyway! Just do it! It’s fun! Well, she did. She whipped out one arrow, and casually nailed a balloon perfectly with one shot.

    A perfume of Southern California winter: white sage, lavender buds, sugarbush, squished toyon berries, mugwort, wild rose, black walnut bark, and crunchy oak leaves drifting on a morning breeze.

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  • Burnt Cocoa Bombs Perfume Oil

    Lilith has been obsessed with making hot chocolate bombs for weeks. She lost the instructions, but she was determined to make them anyway. We don’t have a double boiler, so she made a makeshift one. Lilith got impatient and decided to microwave the chocolate chips, and then she got distracted and wandered off.

    It’s a total disaster, but the house smells great.

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    Cacao, Tobacco Leaf, Hay Absolute, and Mahogany Perfume Oil

    Cacao, Tobacco Leaf, Hay Absolute, and Mahogany.

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    Cakes and Ale Perfume Oil

    Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous,
    there shall be no more cakes and ale?

    — Sir Toby Belch

    Hell yeah, we’ll have cakes and ale: honey cakes and stout.

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    Californite Phoenix Perfume Oil

    A variety of Vesuvianite, also known as California Jade. A scent that is moss-green and crystalline, with a hint of fern.

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    Candy, Chains, and Furballs Perfume Oil

    Lilith has always loved Krampus, and Bill Rude of 7 Hells is responsible for so much of that love. He is the first Krampus she ever met – I think she was 2! – and he’s been “her” Krampus ever since. This year, she had the privilege of being invited to join his Krampus crew. Bill is amazing – he presented her with a formal invitation at the Los Angeles Krampuslauf last December, and she was overwhelmed with joy.

    In a few scant months, Lilith will be a terrorizing onlookers along with him. Lilith will never, ever forget it. Thank you, Bill. You are the best.

    A furry, horned little scent: a patchouli bramble smeared with cacao and black peppercorn.

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  • Cannibal Lady Macbeth Perfume Oil

    Wherein our heroine combines two things she loves: Shakespeare and horror.

    I don’t think she’s too concerned with that damned spot anymore: blood musk, velvet oud, 11-year aged patchouli, and black fig.

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    Caramel Apple Cookie Perfume Oil

    Brown sugar cookies with fat chunks of cinnamon-dusted apple and swirls of caramel.

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    Cardamom Cream Pumpkin Cake Perfume Oil

    Thick lumps of pumpkin cake with cardamom-cream frosting and a dusting of cinnamon.

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    Carotene Perfume Oil

    Sunset orange, a marigold-bright throb of light: sweet amber, ginger root, apricot, patchouli, red mandarin, chrysanthemum, and yam.

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    Cat-Lilith and Cat-Dad Perfume Oil

    The scene – Dragon*Con 2019

    The plot – My beautiful Cat-Lilith is prowling around busting up the bad guys, and as you know, crime fighters get tired pretty fast. Enter the Trusty ol’ Cat-Dad, lifting her high in the air onto his shoulders to save the day! I am not sure who is happier to have her up there – me or her. I hope Lilith always thinks of me as her protector and best friend.

    Cupcakes are to kids what catnip is to cats: red velvet cupcakes, buttercream, vanilla bean, and coconut cream.

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    Chant d’Automne Perfume Oil

    Soon we will sink in the frigid darkness
    Good-bye, brightness of our too short summers!
    I already hear the fall in distress
    Of the wood falling in the paved courtyard.

    Winter will invade my being: anger,
    Hatred, chills, horror, hard and forced labor,
    And, like the sun in its iced inferno,
    My heart is but a red and frozen floe.

    I hear with shudders each weak limb that falls.
    The scaffold will have no louder echo.
    My spirit is like a tower that yields
    Under the tireless and heavy ram blow.

    It seems, lulled by this monotonous sound,
    Somewhere a coffin is hastily nailed,
    For whom? Summer yesterday, autumn now!
    This mysterious noise sounds like a farewell.

    I love the greenish light of your long eyes,
    Sweet beauty, but all is bitter today.
    Nothing, not love, the boudoir or the hearth
    Is dearer than the sunshine on the sea.

    Still love me, tender heart! Be a mother
    Even to the ingrate, to the wicked,
    Lover, sister, ephemeral sweetness
    Of fall’s glory or of the setting sun.

    Short-lived task! The tomb awaits, merciless.
    Ah! Let me, my head resting on your knees,
    Savor, regretting the white hot summer,
    The autumn’s last rays yellow and tender.

    The scent of the year’s fall and the setting sun, ominous and foreboding: dried leaves, charred wood, blood musk, amber, khus, and Nicotiana tabacum.

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    Cheerful Oxen Perfume Oil

    Warm brown musk, honey, patchouli, hay absolute, and brown oud.

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    Cherry Blossoms in a Waterfall Perfume Oil

    Wet cherry blossoms, muguet, and crystalline white musk.

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    Chestnuts and Hearth Smoke Perfume Oil

    Roasted chestnuts and ember-hot firewood.

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    Chlorophyll Perfume Oil

    The vibrant green of spring and summer, pulsing with life: dew-dotted grass, tea leaf, and sun-warmed herbs.

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    Christmas Pudding Perfume Oil

    Black Phoenix’s Christmas Pudding is loosely based on a medieval recipe, and is crafted, as tradition dictates, from thirteen ingredients (representing Christ and his apostles, natch). Thick with treacle, smoky with suet (suet accord, sillies – there’s no mutton fat in this perfume!), and sweet with stirred custard.

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    Christougenniatiko Dentrophobia Perfume Oil

    Fear 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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    Chushu-No-Meigetsu Perfume Oil

    Lemon blossom, maple leaves, honey musk, and beeswax.

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  • Circe Individiosa Perfume Oil

    Circe Invidiosa, John William Waterhouse. 1892
    “The colors in this painting are so lush and beautiful that they defy description. I have always thought that tipping dish of poison, the shade of crushed emeralds and mantis wings, must be the precise color of our heart’s blood when we are in the venomous throes of enraged, envious desire.”

    Salt-spray dotting an azure cove, its waters swirling with noxious poisons and venom drawn from dreadful roots: a cascade of blackcurrant and crystalline blue-green waters infused with theriac accord, bruised henbane accord, white gardenia, pear, cedarwood, emerald mosses, tuberose, and bitter almond.

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  • Civil Twilight Perfume Oil

    A thin sliver of radiant gold: wild honeysuckle, a burst of peach, dark amber, and lemon blossom.

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  • Cleaning House Perfume Oil

    During the course of the pandemic, our homes have served as our refuge – and in some cases our prisons. For some of us, the shelter that brought us protection during the pandemic may now feel stuffy, clogged with gasps of fear and anxiety from the past year; the air might feel stale or heavy, and there might be areas of the house that feel thickened or darkened. Cleaning House is a blast of fresh air and sunlight, crafted to blast away any residual tension or negativity in your home.

    Use to anoint purification and home blessing candles, and to anoint areas of the house that feel particularly stagnant or shadowed.

    This oil contains lime oil, lime rind, lemongrass, angelica, palmarosa, and frankincense.

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    Clinochlore Phoenix Perfume Oil

    Valued not just for itself, but for the myriad treasures that it contains: deep green moss and black currant with a soft pink rosebud musk, abalone, orris root, sugar cane, and almond husk.

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    Cola de Mono Perfume Oil

    A traditional Chilean holiday beverage: strong fresh-brewed coffee, steamed milk, sugar, aguardiente, cinnamon, clove, and vanilla bean.

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    Colemanite Phoenix Perfume Oil

    A peculiar mineral formed from ulexite and borax. A scent celebrating Furnace Creek in Death Valley, where Colemanite was first found and designated – scorching hot, dry, and dusty. Purple sage, desert dandelion, indigo bush, creosote, and magnificent lupine dusted with sand and borax.

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    Come, Sister Perfume Oil

    Then they began to materialise till-if God have not take away my reason, for I saw it through my eyes-there were before me in actual flesh the same three women that Jonathan saw in the room, when they would have kissed his throat. I knew the swaying round forms, the bright hard eyes, the white teeth, the ruddy colour, the voluptuous lips. They smiled ever at poor dear Madam Mina; and as their laugh came through the silence of the night, they twined their arms and pointed to her, and said in those so sweet tingling tones that Jonathan said were of the intolerable sweetness of the water-glasses:-

    “Come, sister. Come to us. Come! Come!”

    Icy musk draped in osmanthus and white gardenia, a whisper of ti leaf and orchid, crystalline amber, and incense smoke.

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    Con Questions Perfume Oil

    While attending a convention, I dragged my family to watch a Ray Harryhausen panel. Lilith sat quietly while the panelists discussed all the Cyclopes, golden owls, and sword fighting skeletons, but perked up when they offered a yet-unreleased coffee table book about Harryhausen’s work. Lilith, dressed as the Joker, jumped up and said, “Daddy! I want to win it for you.” It was so sweet, and when it was her turn to ask a question she asked the panel, “If you could make any monster of his as a plushie, which one would you choose?”

    The panel loved her question and Lilith won the book for me. I was so proud of her that I cried.

    I love that brave young lady.

    Clowny purples and greens and smeared bits of red: plum and blackcurrant with sugared mint, red currant, and vanilla bean.

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    Cooling Breeze Perfume Oil

    Juniper berries, green tea, white sandalwood, and bamboo shoots.

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    Couple Reading Erotic Scroll Perfume Oil

    Rice paper, white tea, and rice milk with blackberry juice and bergamot.

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    Cozy Pumpkin Sweater Perfume Oil

    A dribble of pumpkin spice spilled onto a fluffy orange angora sweater.

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  • Cruising Through Bedlam Perfume Oil

    This is a peculiar opportunity oil that was specifically designed to help you take advantage of the tumultuous peculiarities of these increasingly strange times. It’s an oil of good fortune and bending probability to your will – of being able to navigate the chaos that surrounds you to your benefit. It helps you see hidden forks in the crossroads and determine which paths lead to the best outcomes. It is not an oil of calming chaos or finding peace; it is an oil that acknowledges the times in which we live, and was built to help us survive and prosper in it.

    An oil for tricksters, an oil for gamblers, an oil of survival. It is an oil for David, not Goliath;

    Cruising Through Bedlam contains mace, nutmeg, cloves, mastic, lemongrass, wild bergamot, dill, caraway, peppermint, star anise, and coffee bean.

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  • Cucidati Perfume Oil

    A spicy Sicilian lemon-frosted cookie filled with Calimyrna figs, dried dates, orange peel, dark rum, and almond paste.

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    Daddy by EFFY Perfume Oil

    DADDY isn’t defined by gender: it IS a gender, and it’s anyone’s to try on. It takes all kinds ⁠— masc daddies, lady daddies, queer daddies, punk daddies, muscle daddies, soft daddies, big daddies, baby daddies, noncorporeal daddies.

    Subtle differences in skin chemistry ensure that no two people will wear DADDY quite the same way; this power is yours to wield as you see fit. No leather jacket, no fishnets, no problem! (But if you want ’em, we know a guy.)

    A roll in the hay with a sexy demon daddy: a diabolical incense with a splash of bay rum and a hiss of infernal fougere. Congrats, you’re a DADDY now too!

    Label photo credit: Jordan Nachole Hall

    The accompanying beard oil can be found here.

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    Dalliance With an Amorous Bat Demon Perfume Oil

    Honeyed patchouli, sweet benzoin, smoky labdanum, and white sandalwood.

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    Dark Pumpkin Mead Perfume Oil

    Thick, heady pumpkin mead sweetened with clover honey and a hint of maple.

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  • Dead Blonde Perfume Oil

    “Of course young women enjoy slashers. Adolescent girls have spent their lives absorbing our cultural disgust for womanhood, only to find themselves thrust into the middle of it, suddenly the butt of every joke. Their underlying anxieties are hit with a toxic sludge of predatory attention, sexual objectification, and impossible standards, growing to fifty times their natural size. It is not easy to become a monster. It is not fun to slip – suddenly and for the rest of your life – out of humanity and into womanhood. Girls are left reckoning with the fact that their social status, their human value, even their basic survival, are all suddenly contingent on men. Thus, at the exact moment they’re beginning to have sex and enter romantic relationships, girls watch stories in which a moment’s lapse in judgment, or a single instance of giving in to temptation, results and agony and annihilation – not because that’s what they want, but because it’s already happening, and they have precious few other ways to process it.”

    A wilting corsage of tea roses and white roses, bearing forensic traces of honeyed lip gloss and coconut oil suntan lotion.

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    Death’s Head Moth Perfume Oil

    He was interrupted by a word from the Professor:-


    “By making them happen; just as he used to send in the flies when the sun was shining. Great big fat ones with steel and sapphire on their wings; and big moths, in the night, with skull and cross-bones on their backs.” Van Helsing nodded to him as he whispered to me unconsciously:-

    “The Acberontia atropos of the Sphinges-what you call the ‘Death’s-head moth!'” The patient went on without stopping.

    Dusty brown sandalwood, nagarmotha, brown oudh, clove husk, white patchouli, black pepper, vetiver, green cumin, and ash.

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    Devil’s Night in the Pumpkin Patch Perfume Oil

    A flaming pile of pumpkin guts, booze, and sweaty dark musk.

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  • Die Flamme Reinigt Sich Vom Rauch Perfume Oil

    Die Flamme reinigt sich vom Rauch:
    So reinge unsern Glauben!
    Und raubt man uns den alten Brauch,
    Dein Licht, wer kann es rauben!

    As from the smoke is freed the blaze,
    So let our faith burn bright!
    And if they crush our olden ways,
    Whoe’er can crush Thy light?

    The Old Ways preserved, defended, and renewed: bonfire smoke, chestnuts, sweet roasted acorns, amber resin, cedarwood, oakmoss, labdanum, vanilla bean, and frankincense.

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    Dies Patribus Perfume Oil

    Happy Father’s Day, Lilith. All my life I have heard the words “Happy Father’s Day,” but the words never meant much to me because my father was pretty much out of my life by the time I was 9 years old. Now that I have a daughter who is my everything, I believe that I finally understand what Father’s Day means. It is not a day to get a new tie, socks or a chainsaw; it is a day to celebrate the happiness and joy your child brings to your life.

    Lilith, I know that I tell you every day how much I love you, but I just wanted to take a moment and show you my love: I would give up my heart and soul to see just one smile from my beautiful, talented, funny, TikTok-dancing, Penny board-riding, popcorn-eating, Roblox-playing Lilith Victoria.

    Happy Making Me a Father’s Day.

    I love you infinity.

    Lilith would eat cereal five times a day if we let her, so this is the scent of fruit-adjacent cereal with whole milk, a blast of vanilla bean, heavy cream, and fresh strawberries

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  • Diese Dumpfen Pfaffenchristen Perfume Oil

    Diese dumpfen Pfaffenchristen,
    Laßt uns keck sie überlisten!
    Mit dem Teufel, den sie fabeln,
    Wollen wir sie selbst erschrecken.
    Kommt! Mit Zacken und mit Gabeln
    Und mit Glut und Klapperstöcken
    Lärmen wir bei nächtger Weile
    Durch die engen Felsenstrecken.
    Kauz und Eule
    Heul in unser Rundgeheule!

    Let us in a cunning wise,
    Yon dull Christian priests surprise!
    With the devil of their talk
    We’ll those very priests confound.
    Come with prong and come with fork,
    Raise a wild and rattling sound
    Through the livelong night, and prowl
    All the rocky passes round.
    Screech-owl, owl,
    Join in chorus with our howl!

    A diabolical surprise: red musk, black leather, rusted pitchfork prongs, brimstone incense, fir needle, crushed pinecones, petitgrain and patchouli.

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  • Don’t Lick It Perfume Oil

    Good lord, there’s a pandemic going on! Don’t go around licking things!

    An extra-sweet vanilla peppermint for an extra-sour year.

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  • Doomscroll Blocker Perfume Oil

    A soothing, uplifting oil constructed under the auspices of Helios in order to help counteract the toxic affects of nonstop doomscrolling.

    This oil contains sweet orange, French lavender, bergamot, lemon, neroli, and holy basil.

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  • Dragon Slide Perfume Oil

    I love my daughter so very much.

    Peppermint candies, white chocolate, and sprinklecake ice cream.

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    Dreams Shape the World Perfume Oil

    Amorphous streams and sparks of lavender fancies drifting through a moonlit musk, given form on this plane by fossilized amber and sweet agarwood.

    Words by Neil Gaiman, art by David Mack.

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    Dumb Cake Perfume Oil

    This is the scent of an awkward encounter with a Yule-evoked doppelgänger mate: spectral cologne, blurry herbs, fireplace ash, and a dusting of crumbs.

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    Dusk in Autumn Perfume Oil

    The moon is like a scimitar,
    A little silver scimitar,
    A-drifting down the sky.
    And near beside it is a star,
    A timid twinkling golden star,
    That watches likes an eye.

    And thro’ the nursery window-pane
    The witches have a fire again,
    Just like the ones we make, –
    And now I know they’re having tea,
    I wish they’d give a cup to me,
    With witches’ currant cake.

    – Sara Teasdale

    Black tea, currant cake, mandrake root, a whirl of dried leaves, and hearthsmoke.

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    Egg Nog Cheesecake Perfume Oil

    Dark brandy, spiced rum, heavy cream, sugar, and a dash of nutmeg baked into a thick, creamy cheesecake.

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    Egoyomi Perfume Oil

    Peach cream, white sandalwood, and honey.

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    Ehon Karanishiki Perfume Oil

    Morning glory petals, blue lilac, white amber, gardenia, peony, bourbon vanilla, and strawberry juice.

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  • Eleutheria Perfume Oil

    Because of the horrors of the past few years, many of us are reassessing our priorities and what we need out of our lives, while others have been confronted by painful and traumatic changes. This is a road opener for the times we live in; it is infused with the power to enable a slew of new opportunities in love, luck, money, and career, and is constructed to bring those opportunities to you in the gentlest way possible.

    Consider pairing this oil in ritual use with oils of wisdom and prudence to ensure that you are able to see the best possible outcome from the choices that the universe presents to you.

    This oil contains lemon peel, agrimony, dandelion root, hyssop, wild sage, poplar bud, bergamot, dill seed, peppermint, star anise, cinquefoil, calamus, nutmeg, lavender, cinnamon, bayberry, life everlasting, rose bud and rosehips, and abre camino leaf.

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    Elizabeth of Bohemia Perfume Oil

    You meaner beauties of the night,
    That poorly satisfy our eyes
    More by your number than your light,
    You common people of the skies;
    What are you when the moon shall rise?

    You curious chanters of the wood,
    That warble forth Dame Nature’s lays,
    Thinking your passions understood
    By your weak accents; what’s your praise
    When Philomel her voice shall raise?

    You violets that first appear,
    By your purple mantles known
    Like the proud virgins of the year,
    As if the spring were all your own;
    What are you when the rose is blown?

    So, when my mistress shall be seen
    In form and beauty of her mind,
    By virtue first, then choice, a Queen,
    Tell me, if she were not design’d
    Th’eclipse and glory of her kind?

    – Sir Henry Wotton

    Incomparable loveliness: the perfect rose oude.

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    Emergency Funds Perfume Oil

    Quick cash in a hurry: lemongrass, Irish moss, patchouli, allspice, bay, comfrey, gum mastic, and fenugreek.

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    Empowering Perfume Oil

    A fortifying eruption of strength, courage, stamina, determination, and personal power.

    This oil includes dragon’s blood resin, red ginger, high john the conqueror root, cedar, frankincense, ambrette seed, bergamot, and hyssop.

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    Enchanting Diversion with a Wakashu Perfume Oil

    Hinoki wood, vanilla husk, brandied apricots, and dark musk.

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    Enchantment Lunacy Perfume

    This is a warm, sweet, and sensual oil that radiates a soft, rose-tinted charismatic glow. It is a poem in a bottle, a tender ballad, a girdle of gentle glamour; this is an oil of epic romance, of nobility, compassion, and valor – of love that inspires story and song.

    Includes: rose absolute, organic rose petals, jasmine absolute, bourbon vanilla, powdered vanilla bean, lemon balm, honey absolute, benzoin resinoid, butter C02 extract, helichrysum, and strawberry natural fruit compound. Please note that this oil is not vegan.

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    Enjoyment of the Southern Breeze Perfume Oil

    Cherry blossoms, red sandalwood, pink rose petals, and cognac.

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    Epidote Phoenix Perfume Oil

    A grounding, soothing scent that is reminiscent of leaf-strewn forest moss and pine amber sunlight filtered through the tangled, comforting embrace of redwood branches.

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  • Es Lacht der Mai Perfume Oil

    Es lacht der Mai!
    Der Wald ist frei
    Von Eis und Reifgehänge.
    Der Schnee ist fort;
    Am grünen Ort
    Erschallen Lustgesänge.
    Ein reiner Schnee
    Liegt auf der Höh;
    Doch eilen wir nach oben,
    Begehn den alten heilgen Brauch,
    Allvater dort zu loben.
    Die Flamme lodre durch den Rauch!
    So wird das Herz erhoben.

    Die Flamme lodre durch den Rauch!
    Begeht den alten heilgen Brauch,
    Allvater dort zu loben!
    Hinauf! hinauf nach oben!

    Sweet smiles the May!
    The forest gay
    From frost and ice is freed
    No snow is found,
    Glad songs resound
    Across the verdant mead.
    Upon the height
    The snow lies light,
    Yet thither now we go,
    There to extol our Father’s name,
    Whom we for ages know.
    Amid the smoke shall gleam the flame;
    Thus pure the heart will grow.

    Amid the smoke shall gleam the flame;
    Extol we now our Father’s name,
    Whom we for ages know!
    Up, up, then, let us go!

    The first rays of spring sunlight bursting forth behind snow-capped mountains: a chilly amber perfume.

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    Escape From the Autumn Carnival Perfume Oil

    The scent of a burning Jack o’ Lantern up on a hill. The fog in a spider web coated hall of mirrors. The ghosts have jumped he track and The Halloween Cowboy is all around. Follow him to a special place – an Autumn Carnival. You’ll never want to leave.

    Boot leather, flaming pumpkins, hay bales, and smoke.

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    Every Day You Play With the Light of the Universe Perfume Oil

    Every day you play with the light of the universe.
    Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
    You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
    as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.

    You are like nobody since I love you.
    Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
    Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
    Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

    Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
    The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
    Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
    The rain takes off her clothes.

    The birds go by, fleeing.
    The wind. The wind.
    I can contend only against the power of men.
    The storm whirls dark leaves
    and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

    You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
    You will answer me to the last cry.
    Cling to me as though you were frightened.
    Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.

    Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
    and even your breasts smell of it.
    While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
    I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

    How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
    my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
    So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
    and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.

    My words rained over you, stroking you.
    A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
    I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
    I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
    dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.

    I want
    to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

    – Pablo Neruda, translation by WS Merwin

    Skin-warmed honeysuckle, plum and cherry blossoms, and amber cream.

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    Execute Confession Module Perfume Oil

    White noise, isolation, interrogation: static-white musk grating against ink-black musk, black pepper, and clove.

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    Fête Perfume Oil

    A bright, ebullient, cheerful party oil that arouses joy, enhances charisma, and fills the soul with lightness and laughter.

    Red benzoin, rose otto, carnation absolute, frankincense, lemongrass, mastic, saffron, ylang ylang, bergamot, and tangerine.

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    Fall, Leaves, Fall Perfume Oil

    Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
    Lengthen night and shorten day;
    Every leaf speaks bliss to me
    Fluttering from the autumn tree.
    I shall smile when wreaths of snow
    Blossom where the rose should grow;
    I shall sing when night’s decay
    Ushers in a drearier day.

    – Emily Bronte

    Night’s decay: starry musk melting into blackcurrant, black oudh, black roses, and blood-red maple leaves.

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  • Faster Kittycat? Perfume Oil

    Lilith’s pandemic makeup experimentation wasn’t limited to SFX. Lilith did cat eyes one night, and I didn’t realize it until I took the photo, but she sometimes bears an uncanny resemblance to Tura Satana.

    A sudden sophistication: a sheer white chypre with cashmere amber, orris butter, and patchouli.

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    Feeding the Dead Perfume Oil

    A barrel of beer, a pyramid of cakes, and three sticks of incense.

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    Fig & Cranberry Sufganiyot Perfume Oil

    Figgy! Piquant! Sugar-dusted and gooey!

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  • Financial Stability Perfume Oil

    Making money is one thing – holding onto it is a whole ‘nuther beast. This oil is a magnetic, grounding prosperity oil to be used in order to safeguard investments, hold onto assets, and create lasting security through prosperity.


    Among other things, this oil contains irish moss, patchouli, cedar, lucky hand root, rectified cade, cardamom, alfalfa, bergamot, and tobacco.

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    Flesh of My Flesh Perfume Oil

    “‘Silence! If you make a sound I shall take him and dash his brains out before your very eyes.’ I was appalled and was too bewildered to do or say anything. With a mocking smile, he placed one hand upon my shoulder and, holding me tight, bared my throat with the other, saying as he did so, ‘First, a little refreshment to reward my exertions. You may as well be quiet. It is not the first time, or the second, that your veins have appeased my thirst!’ I was bewildered, and strangely enough, I did not want to hinder him. I suppose it is a part of the horrible curse that such is, when his touch is on his victim. And oh, my God, my God, pity me! He placed his reeking lips upon my throat!” Her husband groaned again. She clasped his hand harder, and looked at him pityingly, as if he were the injured one, and went on.

    “I felt my strength fading away, and I was in a half swoon. How long this horrible thing lasted I know not, but it seemed that a long time must have passed before he took his foul, awful, sneering mouth away. I saw it drip with the fresh blood!” The remembrance seemed for a while to overpower her, and she drooped and would have sunk down but for her husband’s sustaining arm. With a great effort she recovered herself and went on.

    “Then he spoke to me mockingly, ‘And so you, like the others, would play your brains against mine. You would help these men to hunt me and frustrate me in my design! You know now, and they know in part already, and will know in full before long, what it is to cross my path. They should have kept their energies for use closer to home. Whilst they played wits against me, against me who commanded nations, and intrigued for them, and fought for them, hundreds of years before they were born, I was countermining them. And you, their best beloved one, are now to me, flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood, kin of my kin, my bountiful wine-press for a while, and shall be later on my companion and my helper. You shall be avenged in turn, for not one of them but shall minister to your needs. But as yet you are to be punished for what you have done. You have aided in thwarting me. Now you shall come to my call. When my brain says “Come!” to you, you shall cross land or sea to do my bidding. And to that end this!’

    With that he pulled open his shirt, and with his long sharp nails opened a vein in his breast. When the blood began to spurt out, he took my hands in one of his, holding them tight, and with the other seized my neck and pressed my mouth to the wound, so that I must either suffocate or swallow some to the… Oh, my God! My God! What have I done? What have I done to deserve such a fate, I who have tried to walk in meekness and righteousness all my days. God pity me! Look down on a poor soul in worse than mortal peril. And in mercy pity those to whom she is dear!” Then she began to rub her lips as though to cleanse them from pollution.

    Blood of my blood: a deep crimson musk threaded with mesmerizing Tunisian amber, voluptuous champaca blossom, vanilla absolute, labdanum, bitter almond, and black orchid.

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    Flower Moon 2019 Perfume Oil

    The apex of the year’s fertility, the reawakening of the sexuality of the Earth and her inhabitants. This full moon celebrates both the fecundity of the creatures and flora of this world and the vibrancy, rejuvenation and life-affirming energy of Spring. Flower Moon embodies the unrestrained bliss, energy and color of the season: wisteria, frangipani, tuberose, ylang ylang, double sugar narcissus, white sage, and a mix of California wildflowers – all gleaming gold with a thick sheen of honey.

    The accompanying tee can be found here!

    It is our distinct honor to continue our collaboration with the Caldecott-winning Dan Santat: Author/Illustrator on 2019’s Lunacy series, with FLOWER MOON.

    If you love children’s literature, you must pick up “Beekle,” “After the Fall,” “Drawn Together,” “Dude!,” “Sidekicks,” “Crankenstein Valentine,” or any other of Dan’s amazing books. His stories aren’t just for kids: they are moving, touching, heart-exploding stories for anyone at any age.

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  • Foco Perfume Oil

    A balm against sorrow, warmth for the heart: red ginger, dragon’s blood resin, angelica root, bergamot, patchouli, and Roman chamomile.

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    Fontium Perfume Oil

    A cascade of gentle blessings that fosters renewal, peace of mind, and tranquility. An oil of new beginnings, fresh starts, and rebirth.

    This formula includes star anise, agrimony, birch bark, balm of gilead, borage, frankincense, and lavender.

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  • Foundation Perfume Oil

    A warm, loving, grounding oil. Use when you need to find sure footing, invoke practical wisdom, deepen your roots, and connect with the earth itself. This oil helps slow things down so that your analytical faculties and intuition can function with clarity.

    This oil includes ho wood, rose absolute, vetiver root, patchouli, Roman chamomile, crimson-spot rockrose, and blue tansy.

    Fulcrum and Foundation can be used in tandem to help you find stability and focus so you can tackle life’s challenges from a position of power.

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    Fragment 38 Perfume Oil

    you burn me

    Smoldering red amber, fig wood, and olive blossom.

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    Frederic Perfume Oil

    For some ridiculous reason, to which, however, I’ve no desire to be disloyal,
    Some person in authority, I don’t know who, very likely the Astronomer Royal,
    Has decided that, although for such a beastly month as February, twenty-eight days as a rule are plenty,
    One year in every four his days shall be reckoned as nine and twenty.
    Through some singular coincidence – I shouldn’t be surprised if it were owing to the
    agency of an ill-natured fairy –
    You are the victim of this clumsy arrangement, having been born in leap-year, on the
    twenty-ninth of February;
    And so, by a simple arithmetical process, you’ll easily discover,
    That though you’ve lived twenty-one years, yet, if we go by birthdays,you’re only five
    and a little bit over!

    Alas, poor Frederic the Leapling! — bound to the merry Pirates of Penzance until his twenty-first birthday.

    As his birthday comes around only every four years, so does his scent!

    Victorian whimsy and piratical romance: a reluctant seaman’s chypre sloshed with a mix of bay rum, patchouli, amber musk, dark woods, tea rose, and red currant.

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