Violet Leaf

  • Blue Moon

    Blue Moon July 2015

    The spirit of the full moon is capricious, intense and passionate, yet still distant, aloof and cold. Luna herself governs glamours, bewitchments and dream-work, innocent wonder, transient pleasure and delight, the Moment, impulse, mystery and veils. The Blue Moon is one of her rarest manifestations, and this scent is formulated to encapsulate her most complex and profound nature:

    Mugwort and bay, for psychic sensitivity…
    Myrrh for protection and purity of spirit…
    Lotus root for true dreaming…
    Clary sage for euphoria…

    … within a crystalline prism of white vegetal musk shimmering with damp violet leaf, tranquil styrax, green tea absolute, and palmarosa.

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  • Brusque Violet

    Brusque Violet

    3 out of 5

    `I never saw anybody that looked stupider,' a Violet said, so suddenly, that Alice quite jumped; for it hadn't spoken before.

    `Hold your tongue!' cried the Tiger-lily. `As if you ever saw anybody! You keep your head under the leaves, and snore away there, till you know no more what's going on in the world, that if you were a bud!' 

    `Are there any more people in the garden besides me?' Alice said, not choosing to notice the Rose's last remark.

    `There's one other flower in the garden that can move about like you,' said the Rose. `I wonder how you do it — ' (`You're always wondering,' said the Tiger-lily), `but she's more bushy than you are.'

    `Is she like me?' Alice asked eagerly, for the thought crossed her mind, `There's another little girl in the garden, somewhere!'

    `Well, she has the same awkward shape as you,' the Rose said, `but she's redder — and her petals are shorter, I think.'

    `Her petals are done up close, almost like a dahlia,' the Tiger-lily interrupted: `not tumbled about anyhow, like yours.'

    `But that's not your fault,' the Rose added kindly: `you're beginning to fade, you know — and then one can't help one's petals getting a little untidy.'

    Violet petal, violet leaf, osmanthus, orris, mint, and opoponax.

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  • Embracing Komachi

    Embracing Komachi

    Iris blossom, violet leaf, grey amber, soft white leather, a drop of coconut and a sliver of angelica seed.

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  • The Fairy Thorn

    Fairy Thorn

    “Get up, our Anna dear, from the weary spinning-wheel;
    For your father’s on the hill, and your mother is asleep;
    Come up above the crags, and we’ll dance a Highland reel
    Around the Fairy Thorn on the steep.”     

     At Anna Grace’s door ’twas thus the maidens cried,
    Three merry maidens fair in kirtles of the green;
    And Anna laid the rock and the weary wheel aside,
    The fairest of the four, I ween.    

    They’re glancing through the glimmer of the quiet eve,
    Away in milky wavings of neck and ankle bare;
    The heavy-sliding stream in its sleepy song they leave,
    And the crags in the ghostly air.  

    And linking hand-in-hand, and singing as they go,
    The maids along the hillside have ta’en their fearless way,
    Till they come to where the rowan trees in lonely beauty grow
    Beside the Fairy Hawthorn grey.  

    The Hawthorn stands between the ashes tall and slim,
    Like matron with her twin grand-daughters at her knee;
    The rowan berries cluster o’er her low head grey and dim
    In ruddy kisses sweet to see.             

    The merry maidens four have ranged them in a row,
    Between each lovely couple a stately rowan stem,
    And away in mazes wavy, like skimming birds they go,
    Oh, never carolled bird like them!            

    But solemn is the silence on the silvery haze
    That drinks away their voices in echoless repose,
    And dreamily the evening has stilled the haunted braes,
    And dreamier the gloaming grows.           

    And sinking one by one, like lark-notes from the sky,
    When the falcon’s shadow saileth across the open shaw,
    Are hushed the maidens’ voices, as cowering down they lie
    In the flutter of their sudden awe.           

    For, from the air above and the grassy ground beneath,
    And from the mountain-ashes and the old white-thorn between,
    A power of faint enchantment doth through their beings breathe,
    And they sink down together on the green.           

    They sink together silent, and stealing side to side,
    They fling their lovely arms o’er their drooping necks so fair,
    Then vainly strive again their naked arms to hide,
    For their shrinking necks again are bare.           

    Thus clasped and prostrate all, with their heads together bowed,
    Soft o’er their bosoms beating—the only human sound—
    They hear the silky footsteps of the silent fairy crowd,
    Like a river in the air gliding round.          

    Nor scream can any raise, nor prayer can any say,
    But wild, wild the terror of the speechless three—
    For they feel fair Anna Grace drawn silently away,
    By whom they dare not look to see.         

    They feel their tresses twine with her parting locks of gold,
    And the curls elastic falling, as her head withdraws.
    They feel her sliding arms from their trancèd arms unfold,
    But they dare not look to see the cause;  

    For heavy on their senses the faint enchantment lies
    Through all that night of anguish and perilous amaze
    And neither fear nor wonder can ope their quivering eyes,
    Or their limbs from the cold ground raise; 

    Till out of night the earth has rolled her dewy side,
    With every haunted mountain and streamy vale below;
    When, as the mist dissolves in the yellow morningtide,
    The maiden’s trance dissolveth so.                 

    Then fly the ghastly three as swiftly as they may,
    And tell their tale of sorrow to anxious friends in vain—
    They pined away and died within the year and day,
    And ne’er was Anna Grace seen again.

    —Samuel Ferguson

     Drawn away by the spirits, never to be seen again: an eerie veil of vanilla musk twirled with tuberose, Siamese red benzoin, cassis flower, Irish moss, white sandalwood, plum nectar, violet leaf, and apple petals.

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  • Purple Snails 1

    Fleurette’s Purple Snails

    White sandalwood, orris root, wood violet, sugared violet blossom, and violet leaf.

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  • Ghosts

    Ghosts

    Where I come from, ghosts are not to be taken lightly.

    Terror by birthright. A legacy of sorrow, violence, and undeath: chrysanthemum petals, crushed violet leaf, and funereal incense.

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  • In Winter in my Room

    In Winter in my Room

    In Winter in my Room
    I came upon a Worm —
    Pink, lank and warm —
    But as he was a worm
    And worms presume
    Not quite with him at home —
    Secured him by a string
    To something neighboring
    And went along.

    A Trifle afterward
    A thing occurred
    I’d not believe it if I heard
    But state with creeping blood —
    A snake with mottles rare
    Surveyed my chamber floor
    In feature as the worm before
    But ringed with power —

    The very string with which
    I tied him — too
    When he was mean and new
    That string was there —

    I shrank — “How fair you are”!
    Propitiation’s claw —
    “Afraid,” he hissed
    “Of me”?
    “No cordiality” —
    He fathomed me —
    Then to a Rhythm Slim
    Secreted in his Form
    As Patterns swim
    Projected him.

    That time I flew
    Both eyes his way
    Lest he pursue
    Nor ever ceased to run
    Till in a distant Town
    Towns on from mine
    I set me down
    This was a dream.

    Pink, lank, and warm: grapefruit, yuzu, tuberose, peony, violet leaf, pikaki, Indian frankincense, and tonka.

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  • rops17WEB-La Dame au cochon

    La Dame au Cochon

    White tobacco and apple, white musk and angelica, immortelle and terebinth, juniper and violet leaf.

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  • Signior Dildo

    Signior Dildo

    With thanks to Sir John Wilmot.

    This signior is sound, safe, ready, and dumb
    As ever was candle, carrot, or thumb;
    Then away with these nasty devices, and show
    How you rate the just merit of Signior Dildo.

     

    Count Cazzo, who carries his nose very high,
    In passion he swore his rival should die;
    Then shut himself up to let the world know
    Flesh and blood could not bear it from Signior Dildo.

    A rabble of pricks who were welcome before,
    Now finding the porter denied them the door,
    Maliciously waited his coming below
    And inhumanly fell on Signior Dildo.

    Nigh wearied out, the poor stranger did fly,
    And along the Pall Mall they followed full cry;
    The women concerned from every window
    Cried, ‘For heaven’s sake, save Signior Dildo.’

    The good Lady Sandys burst into a laughter
    To see how the ballocks came wobbling after,
    And had not their weight retarded the foe,
    Indeed’t had gone hard with Signior Dildo.

     

    A scent of pearls and ivory: orris, violet leaf, narcissus, and Madagascar vanilla.

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  • Signior Dildo

    Signior Dildo

    With thanks to Sir John Wilmot.
    This signior is sound, safe, ready, and dumb
    As ever was candle, carrot, or thumb;
    Then away with these nasty devices, and show
    How you rate the just merit of Signior Dildo.
    Count Cazzo, who carries his nose very high,
    In passion he swore his rival should die;
    Then shut himself up to let the world know
    Flesh and blood could not bear it from Signior Dildo.
    A rabble of pricks who were welcome before,
    Now finding the porter denied them the door,
    Maliciously waited his coming below
    And inhumanly fell on Signior Dildo.
    Nigh wearied out, the poor stranger did fly,
    And along the Pall Mall they followed full cry;
    The women concerned from every window
    Cried, 'For heaven's sake, save Signior Dildo.'
    The good Lady Sandys burst into a laughter
    To see how the ballocks came wobbling after,
    And had not their weight retarded the foe,
    Indeed't had gone hard with Signior Dildo.

    A scent of pearls and ivory: orris, violet leaf, narcissus, and Madagascar vanilla.

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  • Spooky at a Distance

    Spooky Action at a Distance

    4.75 out of 5

    “When you separate an entwined particle and you move both parts away from the other, even at opposite ends of the universe, if you alter or affect one, the other will be identically altered or affected. Spooky.”

    Instantaneous correlated action between entangled partners: rose-infused sandalwood with violet leaf, frankincense, geranium rose, and a spark of elemi.

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  • The Edge of Doom

    The Edge of Doom

    4 out of 5

    Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
    But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
    If this be error and upon me proved,
    I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

    The night flight from Tangier: drops of spilled blood color the antiseptic, bland, plastic paleness of the fuselage, with violet leaf for longing, rosemary for reminiscences, and black opoponax for apprehension.

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  • Last Unicorn

    The Last Unicorn

    4.2 out of 5

    The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam, but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.

    Frosty lilac petals, iris pallida root, orris, violet leaf, white chocolate, coconut, wild lettuce, white sandalwood, and oakmoss.

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  • the-magpie-by-claude-monet

    The Magpie

    Claude Monet

    A tiny shadow on the snow: black currant, sandalwood, and violet leaf against a white winter backdrop.

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  • The Snow Shower

    The Snow-Shower

    Stand here by my side and turn, I pray,
    On the lake below, thy gentle eyes;
    The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray,
    And dark and silent the water lies;
    And out of that frozen mist the snow
    In wavering flakes begins to flow;
    Flake after flake
    They sink in the dark and silent lake.

    See how in a living swarm they come
    From the chambers beyond that misty veil;
    Some hover awhile in air, and some
    Rush prone from the sky like summer hail.
    All, dropping swiftly or settling slow,
    Meet, and are still in the depths below;
    Flake after flake
    Dissolved in the dark and silent lake.

    Here delicate snow-stars, out of the cloud,
    Come floating downward in airy play,
    Like spangles dropped from the glistening crowd
    That whiten by night the milky way;
    There broader and burlier masses fall;
    The sullen water buries them all–
    Flake after flake–
    All drowned in the dark and silent lake.

    And some, as on tender wings they glide
    From their chilly birth-cloud, dim and gray,
    Are joined in their fall, and, side by side,
    Come clinging along their unsteady way;
    As friend with friend, or husband with wife,
    Makes hand in hand the passage of life;
    Each mated flake
    Soon sinks in the dark and silent lake.

    Lo! while we are gazing, in swifter haste
    Stream down the snows, till the air is white,
    As, myriads by myriads madly chased,
    They fling themselves from their shadowy height.
    The fair, frail creatures of middle sky,
    What speed they make, with their grave so nigh;
    Flake after flake,
    To lie in the dark and silent lake!

    I see in thy gentle eyes a tear;
    They turn to me in sorrowful thought;
    Thou thinkest of friends, the good and dear,
    Who were for a time, and now are not;
    Like these fair children of cloud and frost,
    That glisten a moment and then are lost,
    Flake after flake–
    All lost in the dark and silent lake.

    Here delicate snow-stars, out of the cloud,
    Come floating downward in airy play,
    Like spangles dropped from the glistening crowd
    That whiten by night the milky way;
    There broader and burlier masses fall;
    The sullen water buries them all–
    Flake after flake–
    All drowned in the dark and silent lake.

    And some, as on tender wings they glide
    From their chilly birth-cloud, dim and gray,
    Are joined in their fall, and, side by side,
    Come clinging along their unsteady way;
    As friend with friend, or husband with wife,
    Makes hand in hand the passage of life;
    Each mated flake
    Soon sinks in the dark and silent lake.

    Lo! while we are gazing, in swifter haste
    Stream down the snows, till the air is white,
    As, myriads by myriads madly chased,
    They fling themselves from their shadowy height.
    The fair, frail creatures of middle sky,
    What speed they make, with their grave so nigh;
    Flake after flake,
    To lie in the dark and silent lake!

    I see in thy gentle eyes a tear;
    They turn to me in sorrowful thought;
    Thou thinkest of friends, the good and dear,
    Who were for a time, and now are not;
    Like these fair children of cloud and frost,
    That glisten a moment and then are lost,
    Flake after flake–
    All lost in the dark and silent lake.

    Yet look again, for the clouds divide;
    A gleam of blue on the water lies;
    And far away, on the mountain-side,
    A sunbeam falls from the opening skies,
    But the hurrying host that flew between
    The cloud and the water, no more is seen;
    Flake after flake,
    At rest in the dark and silent lake.
    – William Cullen Bryant

    Flake after flake – All lost in the dark and silent lake: a snowflake dissolving into an indigo pool of blue jasmine incense and violet leaf.

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  • the union of adam and eve

    The Union of Adam and Eve

    Joseph Flavius

    Dew-touched grass and tulsi, gleaming with muguet des bois, fir balsam, ti leaf, and violet leaf.

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  • The Vampire Bride

    The Vampire Bride

    4 out of 5

    “I am come-I am come! once again from the tomb,
    In return for the ring which you gave;
    That I am thine, and that thou art mine,
    This nuptial pledge receive.”
    He lay like a corse ‘neath the Demon’s force,
    And she wrapp’d him in a shroud;
    And she fixed her teeth his heart beneath,
    And she drank of the warm life-blood!
    And ever and anon murmur’d the lips of stone,
    “Soft and warm is this couch of thine,
    Thou’lt to-morrow be laid on a colder bed-
    Albert! that bed will be mine!”
    – Henry Thomas Liddell

    Icy skin touched by a perfume of violet leaf, white tea, olibanum, elemi, myrrh, wormwood, crypt dust, and saffron with a dribble of blood red musk.

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  • The Velvets

    The Velvets

    Five almost identically dressed, pale young women walked past him. They wore long dresses made of velvet, each dress as dark as night, one each of dark green, dark chocolate, royal blue, dark blood, and pure black. Each woman had black hair and wore silver jewelry; each was perfectly coifed, perfectly made up. They moved silently: Richard was only aware of a swish of heavy velvet as they went past, a swish that sounded almost like a sigh.

    Smooth inky musk, cathedral incense, ylang ylang, violet leaf, rose-infused amber, red sandalwood, and iris.

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  • The Virgin and the Unicorn

    The Virgin and the Unicorn

    3 out of 5

    Domenico Zampieri, probably?

    The palest of green mosses, mist rose, white pear, white incense, white sandalwood, and a hint of vanilla.

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  • White Witch

    The White Witch

    4 out of 5

    O brothers mine, take care! Take care!
    The great white witch rides out to-night.
    Trust not your prowess nor your strength,
    Your only safety lies in flight;
    For in her glance there is a snare,
    And in her smile there is a blight.

    The great white witch you have not seen?
    Then, younger brothers mine, forsooth,
    Like nursery children you have looked
    For ancient hag and snaggle-tooth;
    But no, not so; the witch appears
    In all the glowing charms of youth.

    Her lips are like carnations, red,
    Her face like new-born lilies, fair,
    Her eyes like ocean waters, blue,
    She moves with subtle grace and air,
    And all about her head there floats
    The golden glory of her hair.

    But though she always thus appears
    In form of youth and mood of mirth,
    Unnumbered centuries are hers,
    The infant planets saw her birth;
    The child of throbbing Life is she,
    Twin sister to the greedy earth.

    And back behind those smiling lips,
    And down within those laughing eyes,
    And underneath the soft caress
    Of hand and voice and purring sighs,
    The shadow of the panther lurks,
    The spirit of the vampire lies.

    For I have seen the great white witch,
    And she has led me to her lair,
    And I have kissed her red, red lips
    And cruel face so white and fair;
    Around me she has twined her arms,
    And bound me with her yellow hair.

    I felt those red lips burn and sear
    My body like a living coal;
    Obeyed the power of those eyes
    As the needle trembles to the pole;
    And did not care although I felt
    The strength go ebbing from my soul.

    Oh! she has seen your strong young limbs,
    And heard your laughter loud and gay,
    And in your voices she has caught
    The echo of a far-off day,
    When man was closer to the earth;
    And she has marked you for her prey.

    She feels the old Antaean strength
    In you, the great dynamic beat
    Of primal passions, and she sees
    In you the last besieged retreat
    Of love relentless, lusty, fierce,
    Love pain-ecstatic, cruel-sweet.

    O, brothers mine, take care! Take care!
    The great white witch rides out to-night.
    O, younger brothers mine, beware!
    Look not upon her beauty bright;
    For in her glance there is a snare,
    And in her smile there is a blight.

    Love pain-ecstatic, cruel-sweet: gold-flecked honey amber pulsating with red musk, patchouli coeur, bourbon vanilla, inky vetiver, pomegranate rind, myrrh, blackened violet leaf, and blood red rose petals.

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  • The White Witch 2015

    The White Witch 2015

    5 out of 5

    O brothers mine, take care! Take care!
    The great white witch rides out to-night.
    Trust not your prowess nor your strength,
    Your only safety lies in flight;
    For in her glance there is a snare,
    And in her smile there is a blight.

    The great white witch you have not seen?
    Then, younger brothers mine, forsooth,
    Like nursery children you have looked
    For ancient hag and snaggle-tooth;
    But no, not so; the witch appears
    In all the glowing charms of youth.

    Her lips are like carnations, red,
    Her face like new-born lilies, fair,
    Her eyes like ocean waters, blue,
    She moves with subtle grace and air,
    And all about her head there floats
    The golden glory of her hair.

    But though she always thus appears
    In form of youth and mood of mirth,
    Unnumbered centuries are hers,
    The infant planets saw her birth;
    The child of throbbing Life is she,
    Twin sister to the greedy earth.

    And back behind those smiling lips,
    And down within those laughing eyes,
    And underneath the soft caress
    Of hand and voice and purring sighs,
    The shadow of the panther lurks,
    The spirit of the vampire lies.

    For I have seen the great white witch,
    And she has led me to her lair,
    And I have kissed her red, red lips
    And cruel face so white and fair;
    Around me she has twined her arms,
    And bound me with her yellow hair.

    I felt those red lips burn and sear
    My body like a living coal;
    Obeyed the power of those eyes
    As the needle trembles to the pole;
    And did not care although I felt
    The strength go ebbing from my soul.

    Oh! she has seen your strong young limbs,
    And heard your laughter loud and gay,
    And in your voices she has caught
    The echo of a far-off day,
    When man was closer to the earth;
    And she has marked you for her prey.

    She feels the old Antaean strength
    In you, the great dynamic beat
    Of primal passions, and she sees
    In you the last besieged retreat
    Of love relentless, lusty, fierce,
    Love pain-ecstatic, cruel-sweet.

    O, brothers mine, take care! Take care!
    The great white witch rides out to-night.
    O, younger brothers mine, beware!
    Look not upon her beauty bright;
    For in her glance there is a snare,
    And in her smile there is a blight.

    Love pain-ecstatic, cruel-sweet: gold-flecked honey amber pulsating with red musk, patchouli coeur, bourbon vanilla, inky vetiver, pomegranate rind, myrrh, blackened violet leaf, and blood red rose petals.

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  • Venice

    Venice

    2 out of 5

    A complex, voluptuous scent that captures the robust beauty and of the Italian Renaissance: lemon, red currant, wisteria, red rose petals, heady jasmine, Florentine orris root, waterlily, red sandalwood, violet plum, and violet leaf.

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  • Venus Callipyge

    Venus Callipyge

    Venus With the Pretty Bottom

    Iris root, carnation, and grandiflorum jasmine with violet leaf, muguet, and peach blossom.

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  • Visions of Autumn II

    Visions of Autumn II

    Gurjum balsam, rose geranium, opoponax, violet leaf, brown leather accord, and patchouli.

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