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A Summer Night Perfume Oil
Out of StockWinslow Homer
Salt-crusted stones, azure moonlight on pale sand, ambergris clinging to cream linen, driftwood, and rose-tinted sandalwood.
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Circe Individiosa Perfume Oil
Add to cartCirce 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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Elimanzer Perfume Oil
Add to cartAnother woman suspected of witchcraft was Helen Clark who confessed on April 11th that the devil had appeared to her in the likeness of a white dog, and that she called her familiar Elimanzer and that she fed him with milk-pottage and that he spoke to her audibly and bade her deny Christ.
Strangely sinister frumenty: oatmeal, heavy cream, butter, salt, and a whiff of brimstone.
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Marina Perfume Oil
Add to cartWhen I was born:
Never was waves nor wind more violent.A waving wet haze of blue and green: blackberry wine and soft oudh, cashmere woods, iris pallida, sea salt, and turquoise musk.
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My Country Perfume Oil
Out of StockI love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me!
– Dorothea MackellarHer far horizons, her jewel-sea: a rose-tinted sunset of amber salt spray azure musk.
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Pumpkin Spice Margarita Perfume Oil
Add to cartYou might regret this in the morning, but tonight is all about living in the moment! Served in a salt-rimmed gourd.
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Quintessence of Dust Perfume Oil
Add to cart“What a piece of work is a man!”
“What is this quintessence of dust?”The passing: beeswax and smoke, yellowed paper and well-worn leather books, droplets of spilled ink, faded incense, blood-tinged salty tears, and the metal of the knife that skewers that illiterate zombie philistine’s portrait.