Pumpkin Incense

  • hunter moon

    Hunter’s Moon 2024 Perfume Oil

    I and Pangur Bán, my cat,

    ‘Tis a like task we are at;

    Hunting mice is his delight,

    Hunting words I sit all night.

     

    Better far than praise of men

    ‘Tis to sit with book and pen;

    Pangur bears me no ill-will,

    He, too, plies his simple skill.

     

    ‘Tis a merry thing to see

    At our tasks how glad are we,

    When at home we sit and find

    Entertainment to our mind.

     

    Oftentimes a mouse will stray

    In the hero Pangur’s way;

    Oftentimes my keen thought set

    Takes a meaning in its net.

     

    ‘Gainst the wall he sets his eye

    Full and fierce and sharp and sly;

    ‘Gainst the wall of knowledge I

    All my little wisdom try.

     

    When a mouse darts from its den,

    O! how glad is Pangur then;

    O! what gladness do I prove

    When I solve the doubts I love.

     

    So in peace our task we ply,

    Pangur Bán, my cat, and I;

    In our arts we find our bliss,

    I have mine, and he has his.

     

    Practice every day has made

    Pangur perfect in his trade;

    I get wisdom day and night,

    Turning darkness into light.

    – From the ninth-century Irish poem, Pangur Bán, translated by Robin Flower

    Sleek black fur, fuzzy tonka bean, bronze amber and yellow bergamot, black patchouli, honeyed chestnut, and pumpkin incense.

     

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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  • harvest haunt

    The Harvest Haunt Perfume Oil

    The ledger’s page for that year contained just one sentence, written over and over: ‘Every penny in, every penny out.’

    A thick, viscous blackened pumpkin incense.

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