Vanilla Husk
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A Hailstorm of Knitting Needles Perfume Oil
Out of StockAt a late period in the evening, after nearly three hours of experiment, Mrs Hayden having risen, and talking at another table while taking refreshment, a child suddenly called out, Will all the spirits who have been here this evening rap together? The words were no sooner uttered than a hailstorm of knitting-needles was heard, crowded into certainly less than two seconds; the big needle sounds of the men, and the little ones of the women and children, being clearly distinguishable, but perfectly disorderly in their arrival.
– Augustus de Morgan
Polished mahogany and black tea with a clatter of vanilla husk and oak wood.
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Ceaselessly By My Side the Demon Stirs Perfume Oil
Add to cartOdilon Redon
Smoked tonka bean, vetiver root, white patchouli, oolong tea, hazy, muted brown amber, and vanilla husk. -
Faiza, The Lady of Serpents Perfume Oil
Add to cartUpon the next stage, a primitive cage has been erected. It is made of heavy, dark sticks bound with strips of deep brown leather. The stage is as dark as pitch, and from the shadows, you hear soft hissing, spitting, and an ominous chorus of weird rattling sounds. You approach with some trepidation, and peer between the bars. Your attention is seized by writhing forms on the straw bottom of the cage. As your eyes adjust to the gloom, you realize that the floor is seething with serpents, dark and colorful, languid and large, swift and small. You hear a sultry chuckle, and you see bright, unblinking emerald eyes staring at you from the corner of the cage. A woman crawls through the snakes, her scaled body as sinuous and lissome as the creatures that share her home. She reaches towards you languorously with her sharp-clawed hands and sighs.
A sensual blend of twisting, exotic, serpentine oils: black amber, oakmoss, green sandalwood, bergamot, jasmine sambac, gardenia, orange pulp, black cardamom, vanilla, blackberry, black musk, blackened vanilla husk, white honey, ti leaf, and ginger.
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I Will be Strange, Stout, in Yellow Stockings Perfume Oil
Out of StockI thank my stars I am happy. I will
be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and
cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting
on. Jove and my stars be praised!
— MalvolioChampaca absolute, lemon peel, basmati rice, smoked vanilla husk, and green tea.
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Psalm 82:2-4 Perfume Oil
Add to cartHow long will you vindicate evil and accept the face of the wicked? Give justice to the weak and the fatherless; maintain the right of the afflicted and the destitute. Rescue the weak and the needy; deliver them from the hand of the wicked.
Crystalline musk, red benzoin, and vanilla husk.
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Socius Beard Oil
Add to cartA solid, steadfast blend of patchouli, smoked vanilla husk, ambergris accord, and tawny oudh.
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The Woman Behind it Perfume Oil
Add to cartBy moonlight—the moon shines in all night when there is a moon—I wouldn’t know it was the same paper.
At night in any kind of light, in twilight, candlelight, lamplight, and worst of all by moonlight, it becomes bars! The outside pattern I mean, and the woman behind it is as plain as can be.
I didn’t realize for a long time what the thing was that showed behind,—that dim sub-pattern,—but now I am quite sure it is a woman.
A perfume of veils and bars, moonlight slashing through prison walls: silvered lavender and white iris shuddering like lamplight on stained plaster, ambergris frothing through vanilla husk, and the phantom outline of a rose-touched woman’s silhouette. -
Voyeur Perfume Oil
Out of StockHoneyed labdanum, neroli, vanilla husk, night blooming jasmine, pink rose petals, and pale threads of incense smoke.