Roses

  • sister death

    Sister Death Perfume Oil

    My sister Death! I pray thee come to me

    Of thy sweet charity,

    And be my nurse but for a little while;

    I will indeed lie still,

    And not detain thee long, when once is spread,

    Beneath the yew, my bed:

    I will not ask for lillies or for roses;

    But when the evening closes,

    Just take from any brook a single knot

    Of pale Forget-me-not,

    And lay them in my hand, until I wake,

    For his dear sake;

    (For should he ever pass and by me stand,

    He might understand ―)

    Then heal the passion and the fever

    With one cool kiss, for ever.

    – Digby Mackworth Dolben 

    Pale gilded lilies and roses in the labdanum shadow of a yew tree, a sprig of forget-me-not, the dwindling memory of a genteel cologne, and the honeyed breathlessness of a kiss.

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  • SNOWBOUND

    Snowbound Perfume Oil

    Black Phoenix’s rapturous blend of three roses, radiant amber, and sensual red musk strapped in leather and covered in snow.

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