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  • 51 Perfume Oil

    Luminescent, glowing, and otherworldly: green mandarin, neroli, honeydew, white amber, guava, freesia, white and green musks hovering over desert scrub, smashed wood, and the dry, biting scent of night air over the Groom Lake salt flats.

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  • an onnagata and his lover

    An Onnagata and His Lover Perfume Oil

    Beeswax, rice powder, white amber, and cherry blossom chypre.

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  • Beholder Optician Perfume Oil

    A clear, glassy scent, translucent and blushing, that will bring your world into sharp focus: eucalyptus leaf, white amber, pink bergamot, strawberry, and sheer, crystalline vanilla musk.

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  • Cannibal Soliloquy Perfume Oil

    “I know what I am, but I know I’m not what I am. Beauty lives inside me. But oh, when beauty is trapped, it gets ugly…”

    A perfume worthy of a fading Tennessee Williams heroine wandering through a mirror-maze of memories, only slightly singed from too many Electro-Convulsive Therapy sessions: wafts of burning frankincense rising from a hot-seat occupied by duelling champaca orchids, white amber, Sicilian mandarin, and bergamot.

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  • claircognizance

    Claircognizance 2024 Perfume Oil

    Dr. E. S. Packard, of Corunna, Me., in the Eastern Star, states that Mr. David Prescott, of South Sangerville, over ninety years of age, “wandered away into the woods, and not returning, a crowd of over a hundred men hunted for him nearly two days; the mill pond near his house was drained. Search was made in every direction but to no success.

    “A gentleman of that place decided to call in the aid of Mrs. Stevens; she told him somebody was lost, and not being able to visit the place she drew a map or chart of the locality, giving directions, by which, on his return he was immediately found alive, but died the next day. The day following I was at South Sangerville, and stopping at this gentleman’s house, examined the map, which was perfect in every respect. The house and shed were correctly drawn, the mill and pond near the house were marked, the field and woods, two fences over which Mr. Prescott must climb, even to the swinging of the road by the house was definitely given.

    “The spot where she said he was, was shown by a large black mark, and he was found exactly in that place. When we consider that Mrs. Stevens never saw this place in her normal condition, it is to me a wonderful test of spirit power.”

    Absolute and perfect clarity: rockrose, white amber, Corsican immortelle, Siamese benzoin, white sandalwood, and life everlasting.

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    Cytherea Perfume Oil

    White sandalwood, patchouli, white amber, orris, bourbon vanilla, champaca flower, and kush.

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  • ectoplasm

    Ectoplasm 2024 Perfume Oil

    In examining and reporting these cases the witnesses averred that certain people, whom they called “materializing mediums,” had the strange physical gift that they could put forth from their bodies a viscous, gelatinous substance which appeared to differ from every known form of matter in that it could solidify and be used for material purposes, and yet could be reabsorbed, leaving absolutely no trace even upon the clothes which it had traversed in leaving the body.

     

    This substance was actually touched by some enterprising investigators, who reported that it was elastic and appeared to be sensitive, as though it was really an organic extrusion from the medium’s body.
    —Arthur Conan Doyle, 1930

    A luminous, viscid blend of white amber, lemongrass, white oakmoss, and davana.

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  • encounter with a female ghost

    Encounter with a Female Ghost Perfume Oil

    Cypress, immortelle, and white amber enveloping red spider lily petals, dragon’s blood resin, and black plum.

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  • Ezekiel’s Vision of God

    Ezekiel’s Vision of God Perfume Oil

    Berard Picart

    Be not afraid: globules of white coconut beaming through blinding white amber and Oman frankincense.

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  • falling star

    Falling Star Perfume Oil

    Witold Pruszkowski

    Incandescent, glittering musks, pearls of sweet Florentine iris, and an indigo sigh of blue cypress, Italian bergamot, pink jasmine, cistus, white amber, mimosa, and black lilies.

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  • Haunted Housewife Perfume Oil

    “When mothers try to live the way our culture encourages us to, as almost literally selfless vehicles for others’ fulfillment, we become something else, something cold and hungry, something you wouldn’t want to see standing over your bed in the dark.”

    A thin, sorrowful, lonely scent: white musk and dust, elemi and white amber, carrot seed and opium tar accord.

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    Miss Lupescu Perfume Oil

    “Bod,” said Silas. “This is Miss Lupescu.”

    Miss Lupescu was not pretty. Her face was pinched and her expression was disapproving. Her hair was grey, although her face seemed too young for grey hair. Her front teeth were slightly crooked. She wore a bulky mackintosh, and a man’s tie around her neck.

    “How do you do, Miss Lupescu?” said Bod.

    Miss Lupescu said nothing. She sniffed. Then she looked at Silas and said, “So. This is the boy.” She got up from her seat and walked all around Bod, nostrils flared, as if she were sniffing him. When she had made a complete circuit, she said, “You will report to me on waking, and before you go to sleep. I have rented a room in a house over there.” She pointed to a roof just visible from where they stood. “However, I shall spend my time in this graveyard. I am here as a historian, researching the history of old graves. You understand, boy? Da?”

    “Bod,” said Bod. “It’s Bod. Not boy.”

    “Short for Nobody,” she said. “A foolish name. Also, Bod is a pet name. A nickname. I do not approve. I will call you ‘boy’. You will call me ‘Miss Lupescu’.”

    Bod looked up at Silas, pleadingly, but there was no sympathy on Silas’s face. He picked up his bag and said, “You will be in good hands with Miss Lupescu, Bod. I am sure that the two of you will get on.”

    “We won’t!” said Bod. “She’s horrible!”

    “That,” said Silas, “Was a very rude thing to say. I think you should apologise, don’t you?”

    Bod didn’t, but Silas was looking at him and he was carrying his black bag, and about to leave for no-one knew how long, so he said, “I’m sorry Miss Lupescu.”

    At first she said nothing in reply. She merely sniffed. Then she said, “I have come a long way to look after you, boy. I hope you are worth it.”

    Animalic musk, with amber, patchouli, ho wood, cypress, almond blossom, golden sandalwood, and strange spices.

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  • MORNING FOLLOWS NIGHT

    Morning Follows Night Perfume Oil

    Nicolaes Berchem

    Bourbon vanilla, tonka bean, raw cacao, and patchouli root illuminated by yellow bergamot, lemon rind, and white amber.

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  • o beautiful white mother death

    O Beautiful White Mother Death Perfume Oil

    This Spiritualism is the nepenthe which the ancient philosophers sought, to prolong life for ever; you cast off your bodies like an old garment. The pathway of this new science is as clear to the spirit as the names of the constellations are to the astronomer. In the great realm of the spirit there is no room for death to abide ; he has gone out with the ignorance, and blindness, and prejudice of the past, and life, only life, remains as your inheritance.

    Mrs. Tappan then paused. After a moment’s silence she delivered the following inspirational poem:—

    O beautiful white mother Death,
    Thou silent and shadowy soul,
    Thou mystical, magical soul,
    How soothing and cooling thy breath!
    Ere the morning stars sang in their spheres,
    Thou didst dwell in the spirit of things,
    Brooding there with thy wonderful wings,
    Incubating the germs of the years.
    Coeval with Time and with Space,
    Thy sisters are Silence and Sleep ;
    Three sisters—Death, Silence, and Sleep,
    How strange and how still is thy face!
    In the marriage of matter to soul,”
    Thou wert wedded to young fiery Time,
    The now weary and hoary-haired Time,
    With him thou hast shared earth’s control.
    O beautiful spirit of Death,
    Thy brothers are Winter and Night;
    Stern Winter and shadowy Night,
    They bear thy still image and breath.
    Summer buds fall asleep in thy arms,
    ’Neath the fleecy and soft-footed snow,
    The silent, pure, beautiful snow;
    And the earth their new life-being warms.
    All the world is endowed with thy breath,
    Summer splendours and purple of wine
    Flow out of this magic of thine,
    O beautiful angel of Death
    What wonders in silence we see
    The lily grows pale in thy sight;
    The rose thro’ the long summer night
    Sighs its life out in fragrance to thee.
    O beautiful angel of Death,
    The beloved are thine, all are thine !
    They have drunk the nepenthe divine,
    They have felt the full flow of thy breath.
    Out into thy realm they are gone,
    Like the incense that greeteth the morn,
    On the wings of thy might they’re up-borne,
    As bright birds to thy Paradise flown.
    They are folded and safe in thy sight,
    Thro’ thy portals they pass from earth’s prison;
    From the cold clod of clay they have risen,
    To dwell in thy temple of light.
    O beautiful Angel of Life,
    Germs feel thee and burst into bloom,
    Souls see thee and rise from the tomb,
    With beauty and loveliness rife.
    On earth thou art named cold Death,
    Dim, dark, dismal, dire, dreadful Death,
    In heaven thou art “Angel of Life.”
    We are one with thy spirit, O Death ;
    We spring to thy arms unafraid,
    One with thee are our glad spirits made.
    We are born when we drink thy cold breath,—
    Oh, Angel of Life, lovely Death.

     

    The concluding hymn was then sung, after which Mrs. Tappan uttered the following benediction—“ May the peace of the loving spirit of the Heavenly Father and His angels abide with you, and the life that knows no death bear you on to the immortal world.”


    The Spiritualist, Oct. 15, 1873
    Poem by Cora L.V. Richmond

    The lily grows pale in thy sight; the rose, through the long summer night, sighs its life out in fragrance to thee.

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    Pollution Perfume Oil

    “Excuse me,” barked Tyler. “Is that your crisp packet?”

    “Oh, it’s not just mine,” said the boy. “It’s everybody’s.”

    R.P. Tyler drew himself up to his full height. “Young man,’ he said, “how would you feel if I came over to your house and dropped litter everywhere?”

    Pollution smiled, wistfully. ‘Very, very pleased,’ he breathed.

    “Oh, that would be wonderful.”

    Beneath his bike an oil slick puddled a rainbow on the wet road.

    A toxic chypre: radioactive green musk, davana, and oozing white amber.

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  • Prospering In Golden Hope Perfume Oil

    White peach, bergamot, orchid petals, tobacco flower, frankincense, and white amber.

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    Queen Alice Perfume Oil

    At this moment the door was flung open, and a shrill voice was heard singing: 

    ‘To the Looking-Glass world it was Alice that said
    “I’ve a sceptre in hand, I’ve a crown on my head.
    Let the Looking-Glass creatures, whatever they be
    Come and dine with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me!”‘
    And hundreds of voices joined in the chorus: 
    ‘Then fill up the glasses as quick as you can,
    And sprinkle the table with buttons and bran:
    Put cats in the coffee, and mice in the tea —
    And welcome Queen Alice with thirty-times-three!’

    Then followed a confused noise of cheering, and Alice thought to herself `Thirty times three makes ninety. I wonder if any one’s counting?’ In a minute there was silence again, and the same shrill voice sang another verse: 

    ‘”O Looking-Glass creatures,” quoth Alice, “draw near!
    ‘Tis an honour to see me, a favour to hear:
    ‘Tis a privilege high to have dinner and tea
    Along with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me!”‘
    Then came the chorus again: 
    ‘Then fill up the glasses with treacle and ink,
    Or anything else that is pleasant to drink:
    Mix sand with the cider, and wool with the wine —
    And welcome Queen Alice with ninety-times-nine!’

    Carnation, posies, and white amber with a hint of inky treacle, sandy cider, and wooly wine.

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  • Shoggoth Perfume Oil

    It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train – a shapeless congerie of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter.

    An amorphous, radiant, incandescent scent. Ever changing, protoplasmic and primordial: white amber, green coconut meat, iris, palmarosa, Chinese peony, lime, water lily, snowdrop, muguet, lemongrass, osmanthus, wisteria, glassy musk, and hinoki.

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    Skyborn Perfume Oil

    “The Overlight, we called it.
    and it is by its colored rays that you will
    know your power, oh Skyborn child”

    An otherworldly, iridescent shine, casked on-site at the Manifold Elixarium: opalescent lavenderine, sheer white musk, wild bergamot, iris and white amber drifting on a pale cloud of Hearthwood Ash.

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    Sustained Boos Perfume Oil

    Trump attended Game 5 of the World Series, and when he was announced on the public address system after the third inning, the crowd surged into a “sustained booing” that hit almost 100 decibels.

    Both the living and the dead are offended by this administration’s cruelty and perfidy.

    This scent is both ethereal and heavy; it is a booming roar of derision, a howl of resistance echoing into the darkness: a chilly aldehyde with blackened clove and coffee bean, black sandalwood, nutmeg, nag champa, white amber, and benzoin.

    Proceeds from the sale of this scent benefit the ACLU. Art by Drew Rausch!

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  • the brothel's lattice window

    The Brothel’s Lattice Window Atmosphere Spray

    Green tea, rose wine, scarlet musk, dried jasmine petals, ume blossom, cherrywood, rice powder, coconut husk, and white amber.

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    The Day Burned White Perfume Oil

    Using the door, which was centrally placed in the wall like a mouth, the artists had sprayed a single, vast head onto the stripped plaster. The painting was more adroit than most she had seen, rife with detail that lent the image an unsettling veracity. The cheekbones jutting through skin the color of buttermilk; the teeth, sharpened to irregular points, all converging on the door. The sitter’s eyes were, owing to the room’s low ceiling, set mere inches above the upper lip, but this physical adjustment only lent force to the image, giving the impression that he had thrown his head back. Knotted strands of his hair snaked from his scalp across the ceiling. Was it a portrait? There was something naggingly specific in the details of the brows and the lines around the wide mouth; in the careful picturing of those vicious teeth. A nightmare certainly: a facsimile, perhaps, of something from a heroin fugue. Whatever its origins, it was potent. Even the illusion of door-as-mouth worked. The short passageway between living room and bedroom offered a passable throat, with a tattered lamp in lieu of tonsils. Beyond the gullet, the day burned white in the nightmare’s belly. The whole effect brought to mind a ghost train painting. The same heroic deformity, the same unashamed intention to scare. And it worked; she stood in the bedroom almost stupefied by the picture, its red-rimmed eyes fixing her mercilessly.

    Plaster and spraypaint, mottled with buttermilk – sweet, chalky, and edging on sickly. White and golden amber beams of daylight pour through the belly of the scent, while oakmoss and Spanish moss add a touch of decay.

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    The Torture Queen Perfume Oil

    White amber, vanilla musk, white tea, ambergris, gardenia, and chrome.

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  • Tomie x Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

    Tomie Perfume Oil

    “What’s so precious about a monster?”

    A seductive and deceptively delicate blend of rose-tinted white sandalwood, ethereal white amber, voluptuous almond blossom, coeur de jasmin, and a gasp of bourbon vanilla.

    5ml of hand-blended perfume oil presented in an amber apothecary bottle.

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    Brunei, Myanmar (Burma), Cambodia, Timor-Leste, Indonesia, Laos, Malaysia, the Philippines, Singapore, Thailand, Vietnam, China, Hong Kong, Sri Lanka, Japan, Macau, Mongolia, North Korea, South Korea, and Taiwan

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    Vasilissa Perfume Oil

    “Take it, then,” the Tsar said, “and bid her do it for me.” The old woman brought the linen home and told Vasilissa the Tsar’s command: “Well I knew that the work would needs be done by my own hands,” said Vasilissa, and, locking herself in her own room, began to make the shirts. So fast and well did she work that soon a dozen were ready. Then the old woman carried them to the Tsar, while Vasilissa washed her face, dressed her hair, put on her best gown and sat down at the window to see what would happen. And presently a servant in the livery of the Palace came to the house and entering, said: “The Tsar, our lord, desires himself to see the clever needlewoman who has made his shirts and to reward her with his own hands.”

    Vasilissa rose and went at once to the Palace, and as soon as the Tsar saw her, he fell in love with her with all his soul. He took her by her white hand and made her sit beside him. “Beautiful maiden,” he said, “never will I part from thee and thou shalt be my wife.”

    So the Tsar and Vasilissa the Beautiful were married, and her father returned from the far-distant Tsardom, and he and the old woman lived always with her in the splendid Palace, in all joy and contentment. And as for the little wooden doll, she carried it about with her in her pocket all her life long.

    She herself had cheeks like blood and milk and grew every day more and more beautiful.

    Creamy skin musk and blushing pink musk with soft sandalwood, white amber, dutiful myrrh, and star jasmine.

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    Yurei Perfume Oil

    The most fearsome of Kaidan’s conjured warriors, his sword can shear through anything — or anyone.

    White tea, hibiscus, Arabian sandalwood, white amber, ho leaf, pale Japanese flowers, and vetiver.

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