Musk - White

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    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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    A Chance Meeting in Springtime Perfume Oil

    Peach-touched sandalwood, fig meat, and milky white musk.

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    A Silhouette Perfume Oil

    Yellowing parchment and lampblack, a drop of lilac, a smear of labdanum, and a splash of white musk.

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    A View of Cascading Cherry Blossoms Perfume Oil

    A tumble of cherry blossoms falling into a pool of white musk and crushed strawberries.

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    And Sing, And Sing Perfume Oil

    Sometimes the mist overhangs my path,
    And blackening clouds about me cling;
    But, oh, I have a magic way
    To turn the gloom to cheerful day-
    I softly sing.

    And if the way grows darker still,
    Shadowed by Sorrow’s somber wing,
    With glad defiance in my throat,
    I pierce the darkness with a note,
    And sing, and sing.

    I brood not over the broken past,
    Nor dread whatever time may bring;
    No nights are dark, no days are long,
    While in my heart there swells a song,
    And I can sing

    – James Weldon Johnson

    A perfume for my songbird: lavender and white musk with sugared tuberose and pale mosses.

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    Antonino, the Carny Talker Perfume Oil

    As you approach an enormous patchwork tent, a curious sound catches your attention: the rattle of bones and the tinkling of tiny bells heralds the arrival of a gaunt and ghastly creature. An animated skeleton dressed in a jester’s motley saunters towards the front of the tent, waving an orange and black striped cane at the crowd in an effort to clear a path. The jester makes his way past the fog-shrouded, faded, colossal posters that adorn the tent to a platform in front of the massive tent’s entrance. His ivory smile frozen in a gleeful rictus grin, he steps up onto the platform, taps the cane three times, and the jester costume vanishes. Suddenly dark eyes appear in the empty sockets, bones are wrapped in muscle, sinew grows over the bones, blood fills rapidly appearing veins. Before your eyes, the skeletal jester has become a dapper, handsome man, dressed in black and orange, with a skull-ornamented straw hat tilted jauntily upon his shining black hair.

    His smile is slick and conspiratorial. With a flourish and arcing wave of his cane, he booms:

    “Step right up, ladies and gentlemen! This is Carnaval Diabolique’s notorious 13-In-1: the finest freak show in all the Hells! What marvels await you, you ask? Simply the strangest and most fantastic creatures, human and inhuman, gathered for your entertainment, enlightenment and erudition!”

    With the cane, he gestures at the gigantic posters that adorn the tent. The images, once hazy, suddenly come into focus.

    “From the depths of the Black Forest: Arachnina, the Spider Girl! From the rain-swept streets of London: Hope and Faith, the Siamese Twins! From ruins of old Aquae Sextia: Wulric, the Wolf Man!

    “Thalassa, the Galapagos Mermaid! A vision of life-in-death, Eshe!

    “All in all, THIRTEEN anatomical curiosities, miracles of genetics, magick and science, masters of marvels, ALIVE ON THE INSIDE!”

    White musk, wild plum, vetiver, black coconut, verbena, fig, and lavender.

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  • Awase Kagami Perfume Oil

    Wisteria, white musk, golden amber, lilac petals, and oakmoss.

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  • Bard Perfume Oil

    A ridiculously charismatic blend of bay rum, honey, and white musk mingling with the scent of harp wood and lute strings and the twang of horn brass.

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  • Be Happy Still Perfume Oil

    She can, though every face should scowl

    And every windy quarter howl

    Or every bellows burst, be happy still.

    – WB Yeats


    Orange blossom and sweet balsam threaded through vivacious white musk and serene lotus root.

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    Bellicose Clam Alchemy Lab Perfume Oil

    If America’s political outlook doesn’t improve soon, this one is still a solid rebranding option.

    Yuzu, pink grapefruit, King mandarin, white musk, and lemon peel.

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  • Black Pearl Perfume Oil

    Evocative of the sea’s unplumbed mysteries. Gentle and lovely, but menacing and profound. Coconut, Florentine iris, hazelnut and opalescent white musk.

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    Blood Twinkle Perfume Oil

    Mildly maniacal: dragon’s blood resin sparkling with shiny pink grapefruit, purple lilac, honeysuckle, white musk, and bergamot.

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    Bluebeard – Resurrected Perfume Oil

    A scent swirling with dark rage, unbridled jealousy, and murderous intent. Violet, lavender, white musk and vetiver.

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  • Boney Moon 2022 Perfume Oil

    In the stark darkness of February, food is so scarce that some are forced to chew bones and make marrow soup for nourishment. It is a time when we honor our ancestors with fasting, solemn ritual, and reflection on the triumphs and accomplishments of those who have passed before us.


    White sandalwood, dry cedar, white musk, ambergris accord, and radiant, crisp lunar herbs.

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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    Bouquet De Violettes Perfume Oil

    Manuel Robbe

    Blue violet petals in a haze of orris root, coconut mist, ambergris, white musk, oakmoss, tolu balsam, opium pod, and white patchouli.

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    Bubbles and Unicorns Perfume Oil

    My baby, please never stop singing whatever goddamn song you want to sing, and never stop singing it at the top of your lungs. Never stop doing silly dances, never stop making jokes. Never stop talking about unicorns, never stop howling like a werewolf, never stop making wishes on dandelions.

    Never stop playing, never stop laughing.

    Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you’re too old to be joyful, or that the things you love are foolish or childish. Lilith, never stop blowing bubbles.

    Dandelion sap and blackcurrant bud with opalescent, shimmering white musk.

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  • Chasing Fireflies Perfume Oil

    A diaphanous white musk with wisteria, water lily, plum blossoms, and ripe plum juice.

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    Cherry Blossoms in a Waterfall Perfume Oil

    Wet cherry blossoms, muguet, and crystalline white musk.

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    Courtesan with a Secret Lover Perfume Oil

    Green tea, plum blossom, white musk, jasmine blossom honey, and lemon peel.

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    Crow Moon 2020 Perfume Oil

    This is the final Full Moon of winter. The call of the crow signals the end of the frost, and their scent, of vervain, black violet, white musk, Terebinth, and Chinese cedar, is brushed by the last cold wind of winter on their wings, and the scent of evergreen boughs touched by the season’s final flowers and the first blossoms of spring: wintersweet, green-barked dogwood, primrose, snowdrop, and lenten rose hellebore bouquet.

    The accompanying Lunacy Tee can be found here!

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  • Crystal Gazers Perfume Oil

    Let the observer gaze, steadily but not fatiguingly, into some speculum, or clear depth, so arranged as to return as little reflection as possible. A good example of what is meant will be a glass ball enveloped in a black shawl, or placed in the back part of a half-opened drawer; so arranged, in short, that the observer can gaze into it with as little distraction as may be from the reflection of his own face or of surrounding objects. After he has tried (say) three or four times, for ten minutes or so at a time—preferably in solitude, and in a state of mental passivity—he will perhaps begin to see the glass ball or crystal clouding, or to see some figure or picture apparently in the ball. Perhaps one man or woman in twenty will have some slight occasional experience of this kind; and perhaps one in twenty of these seers (the percentages must as yet be mainly guess-work) will be able by practice to develop this faculty of inward vision up to a point where it will sometimes convey to him information not attainable by ordinary means.

    – Human Personality and Its Survival of Bodily Death, Frederic W. H. Myers

    A hazy image blooming into focus, all symbol and portent: crystalline white musk and yellow frankincense surrounding an amorphous, shifting shadow of black plum, neroli, verbena, and green cognac.

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    Daiyu Perfume Oil

    Moroccan jasmine, chrysanthemum, tea leaf, white musk, and acai berry.

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    Death on a Pale Horse Perfume Oil

    And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.

    The End of All Things: empty white musk and mint seeped with solemn lavender, doleful patchouli and vetiver, scythe-sharp yuzu and lime, with geranium bourbon, white sandalwood and calla lily.

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  • Discarded Images of the Floating World Perfume Oil

    Silvered mint leaf and green tea with lemon blossom, white musk, juniper berry, green oud, Tuscan leather, mate, bergamot, and green amber.

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  • Drag on a Slime Perfume Oil

    She’s the reason the venue now has rules like “No liquids onstage, unless you bring your own tarp.”


    This one pops: bubble gum and translucent white musk, sugar syrup, pink lime, and milky mango juice.

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    Dreadful Snowglobe Perfume Oil

    A glopping blurp of viscera sloshing in a crystal sphere: creamy intraocular fluid, intestine-pink bois de rose and grapefruit, and coppery-clove blood musk encased in glassy transparent musk.

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    Embalming Fluid Bath Oil

    A light, pure scent: white musk, green tea, aloe and lemon.

    4oz Bottle

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  • Embalming Fluid Perfume Oil

    A light, pure scent: white musk, green tea, aloe and lemon.

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  • Endymion Perfume Oil

    Selune, the Moon Goddess, fell in love with a beautiful shepherd named Endymion. She appealed to Zeus, asking him to cast Endymion into everlasting slumber so that she could be with him for all eternity. Her wish was granted, and every night the Goddess visited her love as he slept. A sweet, wistful blend of d’Anjou pear, Lily of the Valley, bois du rose and white musk.

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    Execute Confession Module Perfume Oil

    White noise, isolation, interrogation: static-white musk grating against ink-black musk, black pepper, and clove.

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  • Extravagant Foreplay Perfume Oil

    Effervescent lime, sheer vanilla, green tea, and white musk bubbling with red currant, blackberry, lychee, and yuzu.

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    Fae Perfume Oil

    A brilliant, ethereal scent: white musk, bergamot, heliotrope, peach and oakmoss.

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  • Falling Stars Perfume Oil

    Franz Von Stuck

    A blanket of benzoin and velvet indigo musk dotted with sparks of white musk, crystalline jasmine, yellow bergamot, and night-blooming flowers.

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    Famine Perfume Oil

    It was not surprising that she had recognized him, for his dark grey eyes stared out from his photo on the foil-embossed cover. Foodless Dieting: Slim Yourself Beautiful, the book was called; The Diet Book of the Century!

    Sleek black tea, tobacco leaf, frankincense, lilac, and white musk.

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    Fancy-Free Hair Gloss

    White musk, lemon peel, and ambrette seed.

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  • Fruit Moon 2020 Perfume Oil

    I had something profound planned for this month, then I flopped back to the original Fruit Moon concept. I bounced back and forth a few times, and then I decided that I really just wanted to make a banana perfume. It’s 2020, and I just feel like making a banana perfume.

    Golden amber, sheer white musk, tonka bean, guava pulp, fig, ylang ylang, sugar cane, and a whole mess of bananas.

    The accompanying Lunacy Tee can be found here!

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    Ghost Music Perfume Oil

    Gloomy and bare the organ-loft,
    Bent-backed and blind the organist.
    From rafters looming shadowy,
    From the pipes’ tuneful company,
    Drifted together drowsily,
    Innumerable, formless, dim,
    The ghosts of long-dead melodies,
    Of anthems, stately, thunderous,
    Of Kyries shrill and tremulous:
    In melancholy drowsy-sweet
    They huddled there in harmony.
    Like bats at noontide rafter-hung.

    – Robert Graves

    Sheets of white musk and lavender curling around a melancholy song of violet root, iris, neroli, and honeysuckle.

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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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  • Her Mouth is Sinister and Red Perfume Oil

    And dark and small her mouth,” they said,
    “And beautiful to kiss;
    Her mouth is sinister and red
    As blood in moonlight is.”

    Blood in moonlight: red rose petals and daemonorops dribbling across gleaming beams of white orchid, mugwort, and white musk.

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    Hypatia Perfume Oil

    HYPATIA of Alexandria (c. 355 CE – 415 CE)

    Hypatia of Alexandria is the earliest woman philosopher, astronomer, and mathematician whose legacy has survived. Her teaching attracted students from wealthy and influential families, including the future bishop Synesius of Cyrene, whose letters “To the Philosopher” are some of our few primary sources about Hypatia.

    She succeeded her father, the Greek mathematician Theon, as head of his Neoplatonist school.

    After living and teaching peacefully amidst dangerous religious conflict, Hypatia drew the ire of enemies who resented the accomplishment of a woman – and hated that a “pagan” had become the era’s preeminent astronomer and mathematician.

    Math is hard.

    Bishop Cyril of Alexandria needed only to spread slanderous rumors to provide sufficient pretext for the parabalani – a violent militia of Christian monks – to savagely torture and murder an unarmed scholar. Some say they hacked her to death with clay roofing tiles; some say they wielded oyster shells. Either way, the cowards were satisfied they had silenced her.

    Following this atrocity, Hypatia’s work was disparaged and her writings were “lost.”

    Hypatia is not forgotten.

    The ancient philosopher and astronomer is memorialized on Earth (presolar meteorite fragment “Hypatia” stone), on the Moon (Hypatia crater, Rimae Hypatia), and in the heavens (main-belt asteroid 238 Hypatia).

    Synesius of Cyrene Drags Athens in a Letter to his Brother

    …may the accursed ship-captain perish who brought me here! Athens has no longer anything sublime except the country’s famous names! Just as in the case of a victim burnt in the sacrificial fire, there remains nothing but the skin to help us to reconstruct a creature that was once alive – so ever since philosophy left these precincts, there is nothing for the tourist to admit except the Academy, the Lyceum, and – by Zeus! – the Decorated Porch which has given its name to the philosophy of Chrysippus.

    Today Egypt has received and cherishes the fruitful wisdom of Hypatia. Athens used to be the dwelling place of the wise: today the beekeepers alone bring it honor.

    Rose water and a mineralic, star-dappled blend of white musk, crystalline amber, and sweet oud.

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    I Sit and Sew Perfume Oil

    I sit and sew – a useless task it seems,
    My hands grown tired, my head weighed down with dreams –
    The panoply of war, the martial tred of men,
    Grim-faced, stern-eyed, gazing beyond the ken
    Of lesser souls, whose eyes have not seen Death,
    Nor learned to hold their lives but as a breath –
    But – I must sit and sew.

    I sit and sew – my heart aches with desire –
    That pageant terrible, that fiercely pouring fire
    On wasted fields, and writhing grotesque things
    Once men. My soul in pity flings
    Appealing cries, yearning only to go
    There in that holocaust of hell, those fields of woe –
    But – I must sit and sew.

    The little useless seam, the idle patch;
    Why dream I here beneath my homely thatch,
    When there they lie in sodden mud and rain,
    Pitifully calling me, the quick ones and the slain?
    You need me, Christ! It is no roseate dream
    That beckons me – this pretty futile seam,
    It stifles me – God, must I sit and sew?

    – Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson

    Silk threads unraveling: sheer vanilla and violet leaf with jasmine sambac, white musk, and tea leaf.

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  • Incubus Perfume Oil

    As if, with beasts’ eyes, angels led
    The way, I slip back to your bed,
    Quiet as a hooded light,
    Hushed by the shadows of the night.

    And then, my dark one, you shall soon
    Embrace the cold beams of the moon,
    Around a fresh grave, the chilling hiss
    Of serpent coiled shall be my kiss.

    When morning shows his livid face
    Your bed shall feel my empty place,
    As cold as death, till fall of night.

    Others take tenderness to wife:
    Dread gives away your youth and life
    To me, to be bride of fright.

    Spectral white musk and the heart-stopping chill of sheared mint, fanned by caramel-touched body heat, and the diabolical sensuality of black musk, nicotiana, and sage.

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    Inesite Phoenix Perfume Oil

    A spray of rose-tinted blades: rose otto, razor-sharp white musk, white sandalwood, sugar musk, red currant, vanilla, green cognac, and guava.

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    Jareth Perfume Oil

    “I ask for so little.
    Just let me rule you…
    and you can have everything that you want.

    Just fear me…
    …love me…
    …do as I say and I will be your slave.”

    Ethereal lilac fougere and gleaming leather with ti leaf, tonka absolute, white musk, and oudh.

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    Juliet Perfume Oil

    Sweet pea with stargazer lily, calla lily, heliotrope, honeysuckle, white musk and a touch of fresh pear.

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  • Just as the Clock Struck Twelve Perfume Oil

    A Countess Who Saw A Ghost

    The Countess of Munster must be classed among the select few who have seen — or think they have seen — a ghost. It seems, according to her own account, which appears in the new number of the “Strand Magazine” that some years ago she became the object of the “infatuated adoration” of a person of her own age and sex. The person died. Some time afterwards the Countess was lying in bed when, just as the clock struck twelve, her friend appeared before her. The weird visitor was in her usual dress as in life, and she had a smile on her face. Like most ghosts, her purpose in appearing does not seem to have been a very intelligible one. To the request that she should state what brought her there she vouchsafed no reply, but as soon as her ladyship’s voice had ceased the apparition disappeared.

    – Evening Herald, 15 July 1895

    An echo of lost love and longing, not sorrowful but wistful: damask rose and sweet patchouli, ambrette seed, cacao, and white musk.

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    Kabuki Actor and Their Lover Hair Gloss

    Lilac blossoms, cherry blossoms, white musk, incense smoke, white champaca, and amber embers.

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    Katharina Perfume Oil

    A strong, willful blend with a soft, utterly lovely soul: white musk with a trickle of bright, sharp apricot and orange blossom.

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    King of Hearts Perfume Oil

    ‘How do you like the Queen?’ said the Cat in a low voice. 

    ‘Not at all,’ said Alice: ‘she’s so extremely–‘ Just then she noticed that the Queen was close behind her, listening: so she went on, ‘–likely to win, that it’s hardly worth while finishing the game.’ 

    The Queen smiled and passed on. 

    ‘Who ARE you talking to?’ said the King, going up to Alice, and looking at the Cat’s head with great curiosity.

    ‘It’s a friend of mine–a Cheshire Cat,’ said Alice: ‘allow me to introduce it.’ 

    ‘I don’t like the look of it at all,’ said the King: ‘however, it may kiss my hand if it likes.’ 

    ‘I’d rather not,’ the Cat remarked. 

    ‘Don’t be impertinent,’ said the King, ‘and don’t look at me like that!’ He got behind Alice as he spoke.

    ‘A cat may look at a king,’ said Alice. ‘I’ve read that in some book, but I don’t remember where.’ 

    ‘Well, it must be removed,’ said the King very decidedly, and he called the Queen, who was passing at the moment, ‘My dear! I wish you would have this cat removed!’ 

    The Queen had only one way of settling all difficulties, great or small. 

    ‘-Off with his head!’ she said, without even looking round. 

    ‘I’ll fetch the executioner myself,’ said the King eagerly, and he hurried off. 

    Rosewood and black cherry with white musk, red rose, red musk and a spark of lavender.

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    Kitsune-Tsuki Perfume Oil

    Kitsune-Tsuki are malevolent Japanese spirits, akin to western werebeasts: women are possessed by the spirits of foxes, who compel them to perform acts of wickedness and mischief. Asian plum, orchid, daffodil, jasmine and white musk.

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    La Joconde Perfume Oil

    There is nothing mysterious or enigmatic about my kiddo’s smile. Her joy, laughter, and good cheer radiate delight and are impossible to eclipse, even when she’s jetlagged and exhausted.

    Bright Italian bergamot, pink grapefruit, sweet California sage, and glittery white musk.

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    Ladon Perfume Oil

    The hundred-headed dragon that guards the garden of the Hesperides: dragon’s blood resin, golden apple, apple blossom, white musk and hyacinth.

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  • Lady Amalthea Perfume Oil

    Molly Grue had taken the white girl’s head onto her lap, and was whispering over and over, “What have you done?” The girl’s face, quiet in sleep and close to smiling, was the most beautiful that Schmendrick had ever seen. It hurt him and warmed him at the same time. Molly smoothed the strange hair, and Schmendrick noticed on the forehead, above and between the closed eyes, a small, raised mark, darker than the rest of the skin. It was neither a scar nor a bruise. It looked like a flower.

    A luminous white winter musk with lilac, wisteria, white chocolate, white mint, and tuberose

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    Lady Death: Savage Perfume Oil

    Lady Death in all her savage glory: an unrelenting supernatural warrior witch!

    White musk, grey amber, Calabrian bergamot, vanilla absolute, French labdanum, styrax, wormwood, caraway, and bois de jasmin.

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    Lilith’s First Concert Perfume Oil

    Lilith loves Billie Eilish, and when her concerts were announced earlier this year, I attempted (like every other parent) to get tickets for the local show at the Greek Theatre – but it sold out in a matter of minutes. Backstory time: I worked in concert ticketing for years, so I begged one of my ticketing friends to help get me house seats. She laughed and said it was not one of her shows, and that some of the people in her office tried and failed to get tickets to the Greek show. If ticketing people can’t get tickets, the show is a really, really hot ticket. After a few minutes of begging and pleading, she said that if I was willing to travel she might be able to get tickets for a show outside of Los Angeles. As everyone knows, I would move mountains for my Lilith, so of course I said yes. A few days later she emailed me to say that yes, she could get me tickets…but the choices were Red Rocks in CO, Portland, or San Diego. I chose San Diego and gave her my credit card info. As the date neared, Lilith was so excited about the show that she talked about it nonstop. The joy on her face when we arrived at our seats was worth all the hoops that I jumped through. It just goes to show that a father will do anything to make his baby happy.

    Day-Glo green lime and tea leaf with lavender, white musk, and a bit of Dorian.

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    Materialisation Perfume Oil

    Undoubtedly the greatest marvel of Spiritualism is the materialisation of the spirit form. It is highly interesting to study the gradual development of this phenomenon. It was not till some years after the advent of modern Spiritualism that materialisation was heard of. At first the spirits had power only to materialise a hand or foot, and that very imperfectly; then they were able to produce faces, several sometimes showing at one séance; but even at that time the spirits prophesied that the time would shortly come when they should be able to materialise a complete human form, and walk about in our midst. That time has now come. On two occasions I have witnessed the phenomenon of a spirit reincarnating itself — putting on a material body and dress — the body to all intents a human body, and the dress fabric of earthly produce. The spirit has not suddenly burst on my view in a perfected form, but slowly evolved out of nothingness before my eyes, and again melted away, repeating the process again and again!
    – Experiences in Spiritualism: A Record of Extraordinary Phenomena Witnessed Through the Most Powerful Mediums, With Some Historical Fragments Relating to Semiramide, Given by the Spirit of and Egyptian Who Lived Contemporary With Her by Catherine Berry

    A quiet perfume that emerges slowly out of nonbeing: white musk, ambergris accord, coconut, almond milk, and honeysuckle.

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    Millennial Pink

    “The titration of actual pinkness varies a little, but it’s still a fairly narrow spectrum — from salmon mousse to gravlax, to extend the metaphor. Call it ‘millennial pink”…it’s ironic pink, pink without the sugary prettiness. It’s a non-color that doesn’t commit, whose semi-ugliness is proof of its sophistication.”

    — Véronique Hyland, 2016

    “When I revisit my original story, the whole phenomenon feels more insidious than I once thought, especially as I consider how the past few years have unfolded. I wonder if this period in fashion history, with its toothless pastels and sweet, ruffled, Regency-style minidresses—the sartorial version of millennial pink—will come to be seen as analogous to the ’80s fashion backlash against strong-shouldered power suits worn with sneakers.

    …One of the most confounding things about the pink-tinted economy is the way it’s selling back existing things to us and making them ‘new,’ painting them as essentials of self-actualization and empowerment. An elite women’s club isn’t new. Nor is makeup. Nor is a modest floral garment. Nor is pink. What we have here is a rebranding of the reactionary.”

    — Véronique Hyland in Dress Code, 2022

    A shimmering, noncommittal pastel: ruby chocolate enveloped in white musk

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    Moon Blep Perfume Oil

    Bonne anée!

    Black tea and King mandarin, lime and bergamot, white musk and plum.

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    Moons of Saturn: Kari Perfume Oil

    First began to fly
    Fornjót’s sons ill-shapen.

    One of Fornjót’s sons, Lord of the Winds, whose descendants came to rule Finnlandi and Kænlandi. White pear, dandelion sap, and champaca blossom, chilled by a gust of white musk.

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    Mother’s Hot Ghosts Perfume Oil

    GILF: billowing white agarwood, petitgrain, fossilized amber, and white musk.

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    Mummeries and Straining-to-be Memorable Passages Perfume Oil

    Obergefell vs Hodges

    Buried beneath the mummeries and straining-to-be-memorable passages of the opinion is a candid and startling assertion: No matter what it was the People ratified, the Fourteenth Amendment protects those rights that the Judiciary, in its ‘reasoned judgment,’ thinks the Fourteenth Amendment ought to protect.

    Rosemary is for remembrance: rosemary water with lavender, blackberry, Italian bergamot, and white musk.

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    Niji Perfume Oil

    Silken white musk, king mandarin, lavender bud, peony, lilac, red musk, and red currant.

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    Oberon Perfume Oil

    Orchid, white musk, and bergamot wafting over juniper berries, with a gentle touch of soft, earthy patchouli.

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  • Ode on Melancholy Perfume Oil

    No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
    Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
    Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d
    By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
    Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
    Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
    Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
    A partner in your sorrow’s mysteries;
    For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
    And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.

    But when the melancholy fit shall fall
    Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
    That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
    And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
    Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
    Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
    Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
    Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
    Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
    And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.

    She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die;
    And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
    Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
    Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
    Ay, in the very temple of Delight
    Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
    Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
    Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine;
    His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might,
    And be among her cloudy trophies hung.

    Beauty, joy, pleasure and delight: devastated. This is the scent of the hopelessness, torment and despair of love. Lavender and wisteria, heart-wrenching pale rose, desolate white sandalwood and thin, tear-streaked white musk.

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  • Old Moon 2022 Perfume Oil

    The Old Year’s gone away

      To nothingness and night:

    We cannot find him all the day

      Nor hear him in the night:

    He left no footstep, mark or place

      In either shade or sun:

    The last year he’d a neighbour’s face,

      In this he’s known by none.


    All nothing everywhere:

         Mists we on mornings see

    Have more of substance when they’re here

      And more of form than he.

    He was a friend by every fire,

      In every cot and hall–

    A guest to every heart’s desire,

      And now he’s nought at all.


    Old papers thrown away,

    Old garments cast aside,

    The talk of yesterday,

      Are things identified;

    But time once torn away

      No voices can recall:

    The eve of New Year’s Day

      Left the Old Year lost to all.

    – John Clare


    The first moon of a new year bidding  farewell to the sorrows of the last: a wan whisper of orris, a sigh of white musk.

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  • Painted Scars Perfume Oil

    As I’ve mentioned before, Lilith has been leaning on SFX makeup as an art form to help them push through the darkness of the pandemic. Even though this is one of their simpler looks, it’s one of my favorites. They look like an anime antihero.

    I wish all of our scars could wash off as easily.

    Wild plum and white sandalwood with lavender bud, white musk, and blackberry wine.

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  • Paladin Perfume Oil

    Immaculate white musk, sweet frankincense, bourbon vanilla, white leather, and shining armor.

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    Pandy Perfume Oil

    Every girl you’d ever want to be or know. Although she doesn’t quite know it…yet. Ever since she had turned thirteen and had officially become a maiden, Pandora Atheneus Andromaeche Helena, only daughter of the titan Prometheus, was bored to tears. Well…not bored exactly…but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what she was feeling. She looked skyward and saw Bellerophon, now a tiny speck, rocketing about on his magnificent winged horse. Gods, how exciting that must be! And there were other heroes, men and women, all over Greece doing wonderful, brave, death-defying things right at that very moment. Her curiosity rose inside her like steam. What would it feel like to have a sword in her hand or fly on the back of a magical animal? How she wished she could have some kind, any kind, of adventure.

    Fresh white musk, honeycomb, sweet apricot, elemi, orange blossom, and mischievous pink pepper.

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  • Pazuru Perfume Oil

    Vanilla husk, Sri Lankan sandalwood, chamomile blossoms, white musk, ti leaf, wildflower honey, and Tahitian ginger.

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  • Pendel Perfume Oil

    Alfred Kubin

    A troglobiotic scent: black opoponax, sibilant white musk, black moss, shadowed stone, moonmilk, and cave-bleached serpent scales.

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  • Penis Penetrating a Vagina in a Pickle Barrel Perfume Oil

    Lemon peel, lemon leaf, white musk, white tea, cardamom, petitgrain, star anise, and raw ginger.

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    Peugeot Punch Perfume Oil

    Ted: “Our first night in Paris and a little jetlagged, we went out walking in the rain to search for a market because Lilith and I wanted bread and cheese. We found the Rue de Courcelles lit up and looking beautiful. You’ve heard of the game Slug Bug? Well, this evening was also the beginning of our new favorite game: Peugeot Punch. It seemed like every other car was a Peugeot and damn, my arms were sore.”

    The Christmas lights of the 17th arrondissement glittering in the rain: white musk and ambergris sparkling violet and blue.

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    Potsdamer Platz Toboggan Perrfume Oil

    Brian: “Now this shit was fun. When we arrived in Berlin, we stopped by the Potsdamer Platz market for a few minutes on our way to the hotel, but we didn’t stay for long because we were all exhausted. We check into the hotel, and I open the curtains in my room and Lilith and I see the lights of the market… and this ride, this alpine slide, that we must have walked right by in the dark. Lilith and I knew we had to do it first thing in the morning.”

    Lilith: “There was a humongous slidey thing where you sit in a pool thingamajiggy and slide down it. And you have to carry your pool thing up the stairs. Ok, so DAD had to drag it back up the stairs for me. Anyway, I went on it a bunch with my Unkie and my dad, and mostly mom took photos. AS USUAL. This was one of my favorite things in Berlin!”

    A tube of black rubber sliding wildly down a whoosh of white musk and white oud.

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    Pulmonary Valve Perfume Oil

    That which permits blood to leave the heart: white musk, sorrowful carrot seed, tobacco flower, and black currant.

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    Pumpkin Gloss Hair Gloss

    A highly-polished pumpkin sheen: white musk, lemon peel, a splash of pumpkin chypre, and a pile of pumpkin guts.

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  • Rose Quartz Bedroom Perfume Oil

    Some of you might remember this: before Lilith was born, we commissioned pastel Dr. Seuss-themed murals for her bedroom. She’s much older now, and she’d been talking about repainting her room for a couple of years. We didn’t repaint, though, because every few months she’d completely change her mind about how she wanted her bedroom to look. I think she was excited about repainting, but she is also a very sentimental person, and part of her was putting off the change as long as possible.

    Lilith entered middle school this fall, and over the summer she decided that it was time to really make the leap. She decided on a rose quartz bedroom in a rose quartz palette with as much rose quartz as you can jam into a room, plus LED lights (she is a tween on TikTok, after all), potted plants, fake vines, and decor in a tarot/palmistry/lunar motif – basically, a chic pastel Kid Witch cave. The week that we spent prepping and painting… I think it was a little hard on all of us. We were leaving a phase of her childhood behind, and even though growth and change is a beautiful thing – it’s still bittersweet.

    Painting a room doesn’t seem like it would be a huge event in someone’s life, but it can be. Welcome to adolescence, Lilith. I know you’ll conquer it all with your kindness, your wit, your strength, and your grace.

    Sugared vanilla rose with saffron, white musk, and Lilith’s favorite lavender.

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  • Shadows and Light Perfume Oil

    This photo was taken on Mother’s Day, 2020. This photo really struck me: she looks like a child still, but you can see the woman beneath. She looks serious and a little sad, but the set of her chin and and mouth are fixed with a peculiar determination. She has a bit of monster makeup on, but she’s still lovely. To me, the photo holds so much of the ambiguity and conflict that has marked these past few months for us. The plague is terrible and the quarantine can be a very lonely road, but Lilith and I are closer than ever. She’s my child, but she is also now truly my friend. We’ve lost touch with so much of the outside world, but we’re understanding each other so well.

    This photo is a snapshot taken on Mother’s Day during a year I could not have imagined; we are living through a collective worldwide crisis on the precipice of unbelievable chaos and upheaval, but at least we’re together. Together in shadow and light.

    This scent is white musk, lavender-tinged cognac, and smoke.

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    Shipwreck Graveyard Perfume Oil

    Seaweed-wrapped planks of red oak, white pine, and cedar coated in thick algae, a tangle of hemp rope, cast iron cannons thick with rust, all enveloped in a ghostly gasp of white musk, bergamot, ambrette, and jasmine sambac.

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  • Since There’s No Help Perfume Oil

    Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part;
    Nay, I have done, you get no more of me,
    And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart
    That thus so cleanly I myself can free;
    Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows,
    And when we meet at any time again,
    Be it not seen in either of our brows
    That we one jot of former love retain.
    Now at the last gasp of Love’s latest breath,
    When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies,
    When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
    And Innocence is closing up his eyes,
    Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over,
    From death to life thou mightst him yet recover.

    – Michael Drayton

    A cold scent, a severing: silver-frosted white musk, juniper, and cade with bitter carrot seed, lemon peel, davana, and white tea.

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    Sip of Glass Perfume Oil

    Cheers! Shards of white musk and brittle white olibanum glinting with muguet, Riesling grapes, ambergris accord, and elemi.

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    Sister Mary Loquacious Perfume Oil

    Sister Mary Loquacious has been a devout Satanist since birth. She went to Sabbat School as a child and won black stars for handwriting and liver. When she was told to join the Chattering Order she went obediently, having a natural talent in that direction and, in any case, knowing that she would be among friends. She would be quite bright, if she was ever put in a position to find out, but long ago found that being a scatterbrain, as she’d put it, gave you an easier journey through life.

    An effervescent blend of white musk, lemon peel, vanilla incense, and wild bergamot.

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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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    Smokers Hair Gloss

    Stag films – or smokers – are pornographic shorts of the early-to-mid 20th century that were created clandestinely and anonymously by amateur actors in order to circumvent censorship laws. A flicker of black pepper crackling over a celluloid stream of white musk, elemi, bay laurel, tobacco leaf, ambergris accord, and vanilla husk.

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    Snow Bear Perfume Oil

    Lilith put on my boots to run out into the snow this morning in her pajamas. Ich wünsche dir einen guten morgen!

    Pink cotton candy snow, tuberose, plumeria, melon blossom, green tea, lavender, and a shiver of white musk.

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    Sour Moon Perfume Oil

    Let me embrace thee, sour adversity,
    For wise men say it is the wisest course.

    Unripe kumquat and acrid lemon squeezed over an acerbic white musk.

    Art by Drew Rausch!

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    Squelette et Fantôme Perfume Oil

    My two favorite spectres, haunting the apartments of Paris: white musk, graceful lavender, blackcurrant, teakwood, and cacao.

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  • Surprise Ejaculation Perfume Oil

    White pear, white champaca, pink grapefruit, and effervescent white musk.

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    Table-Turning Perfume Oil

    In the month of December, another fair American medium arrived in England. This lady and her husband, Dr. Roberts, attended a course of lectures I was then delivering in Providence Chapel, upon Mesmerism and Animal Magnetism. They introduced themselves to me, and invited me to visit them. I did so, many times; and to them do I owe much; for, through the information I received from them, I have been enabled to inquire more fully into this soul-stirring, and very important subject, after several Seances at Mrs. Roberts's in Dyer's Buildings, Holborn [MD: original], where I witnessed the moving of the table in various directions. This is what is called “Table-turning,” and which has been attributed to Electricity or Animal Magnetism, by many intelligent and scientific persons… I have seen a loo-table suspended in the air, at least six inches from the ground, without anyone in the body touching it.

    —Hardinge, 1854

    A heavy, tactile scent that thrums with voices from beyond: black polished teakwood, gullies of ectoplasm, and ghostly white musk.

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    That Villain Romeo Perfume Oil

    O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
    It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
    Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear;
    Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
    So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
    As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.
    The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,
    And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
    Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
    For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.

    Honeyed lilies, white musk, white pear, and golden amber.

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    The Bow & Crown of Conquest Perfume Oil

    And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.

    Nobility and haughtiness befitting the Antichrist: sage, carnation and cedar with lavender, vanilla, white musk and leather.

    And when he had opened the second seal, I heard the second beast say, Come and see.

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    The Diamond’s Gong Perfume Oil

    A celestial hymn, singing to Earth from fifty light years away: ten billion-trillion-trillion-carats of glittering white musk, with cognac, tagetes, white champaca, Gum Arabic, and davana.

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  • The Ghosts of the Year Perfume Oil

    Two things I did on Hallows Night:-
    Made my house April-clear;
    Left open wide my door
    To the ghosts of the year.

    Then one came in. Across the room
    It stood up long and fair –
    The ghost that was myself –
    And gave me stare for stare.

    – Lizette Woodworth Reese

    White musk, lemongrass, neroli, white pepper, lavender, white cedar, oakmoss, dandelion sap, and white amber.

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  • The Groom Perfume Oil

    A shock in a jock: the perfect drag king cologne.


    Black leather, lightning-lit white musk, a splash of schmancy Victorian fougere, and a snap of ozone.

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    The Listeners Perfume Oil

    ‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,
    Knocking on the moonlit door;
    And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
    Of the forest’s ferny floor:
    And a bird flew up out of the turret,
    Above the Traveller’s head
    And he smote upon the door again a second time;
    ‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.
    But no one descended to the Traveller;
    No head from the leaf-fringed sill
    Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
    Where he stood perplexed and still.
    But only a host of phantom listeners
    That dwelt in the lone house then
    Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
    To that voice from the world of men:
    Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
    That goes down to the empty hall,
    Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
    By the lonely Traveller’s call.
    And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
    Their stillness answering his cry,
    While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
    ‘Neath the starred and leafy sky;
    For he suddenly smote on the door, even
    Louder, and lifted his head:—
    ‘Tell them I came, and no one answered,
    That I kept my word,’ he said.
    Never the least stir made the listeners,
    Though every word he spake
    Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
    From the one man left awake:
    Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
    And the sound of iron on stone,
    And how the silence surged softly backward,
    When the plunging hoofs were gone.

    – Walter De La Mare

    A host of phantoms: mist-pale lilac, orris root, bruised violets, mugwort, white amber, yuzu, white champa, and white musk.

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  • The Little Ghost who Died for Love Perfume Oil

    ‘Fear not, O maidens, shivering

    As bunches of the dew-drenched leaves

    In the calm moonlight… it is the cold sends quivering

    My voice, a little nightingale that grieves.


    Now Time beats not, and dead Love is forgotten…

    The spirit too is dead and dank and rotten,


    And I forget the moment when I ran

    Between my lover and the sworded man ―


    Blinded with terror lest I lose his heart.

    The sworded man dropped, and I saw depart


    Love and my lover and my life… he fled

    And I was strung and hung upon the tree.

    It is so cold now that my heart is dead

    And drops through time… night is too dark to see


    Him still… But it is spring; upon the fruit-boughs of your lips,

    Young maids, the dew like India’s splendor drips.

    Pass by among the strawberry beds, and pluck the berries

    Cooled by the silver moon; pluck boughs of cherries


    That seem the lovely lucent coral bough

    (From streams of starry milk those branches grow)

    That Cassiopeia feeds with her faint light,

    Like Ethiopia ever jeweled bright.


    Those lovely cherries do enclose

    Deep in their sweet hearts the silver snows,


    And the small budding flowers upon the trees

    Are filled with sweetness like the bags of bees.


    Forget my fate… but I, a moonlight ghost,

    Creep down the strawberry paths and seek the lost


    World, the apothecary at the Fair.

    I, Deborah, in my long cloak of brown,

    Like the small nightingale that dances down

    The cherried boughs, creep to the doctor’s bare

    Booth… cold as ivy in the air,


    And, where I stand, the brown and ragged light

    Holds something still beyond, hid from my sight.


    Once, plumaged like the sea, his swanskin head

    Had wintry white quills… “Hearken to the Dead

    I was a nightingale, but now I croak

    Like some dark harpy hidden in night’s cloak

    Upon the walls; among the Dead, am quick;

    Oh, give me medicine, for the world is sick;

    Not medicines, planet―spotted like fritillaries

    For country sins and old stupidities,

    Nor potions you may give a country maid

    When she is lovesick… love in earth is laid,

    Grown dead and rotten” … so I sank me down,

    Poor Deborah in my long cloak of brown.

    Though cockcrow marches, crying of false dawns,

    Shall bury my dark voice, yet still it mourns

    Among the ruins ― for it is not I,

    But this old world, is sick and soon must die!’

    – Edith Sitwell

    Give me medicine, for the world is sick: dew―drenched new leaves shuddering in the moonlight, a shiver of white musk, and a drop of Italian bergamot.

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    The Magician’s Robes Perfume Oil

    The Red King and White Queen, sulfur and mercury, Rubedo and Albedo. The unification of opposites, putrefaction and individuation, the culmination of the Great Work.

    ὁδὸς ἄνω κάτω μία καὶ ὡυτή: red and white musks alight with frankincense, white oudh, sweet labdanum, and saffron. The way up and the way down are one and the same.

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    The moon’s My Own Perfume Oil

    Miles of frost –
    On the lake
    The moon’s my own

    – Yosa Buson

    A crescent glow of mugwort, white musk, lemon peel, and moonflower reflecting on a frost-limned lake.

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    The Race Track Perfume Oil

    Albert Pinkham Ryder


    Serpentine oakmoss, spectral eucalyptus leaf, white sandalwood, packed mud, and scythe-sharp white musk.

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    The Silver Dollar Perfume Oil

    His fingers closed around the Liberty dollar in his pocket, and he remembered Zorya Polunochnaya, and the way she had looked at him in the moonlight. Did you ask her what she wanted? It is the wisest thing to ask the dead. Sometimes they will tell you.

    Gilded iris and Siamese benzoin, silvery-white musk, white tea leaf, and bergamot.

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  • The Solitude of Springtime Perfume Oil

    Cherry blossoms, dew-covered grass, muguet, white musk, golden apple, and pear.

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    The Sun Rises To-Day Perfume Oil

    As she was telling her terrible story, the eastern sky began to quicken, and everything became more and more clear. Harker was still and quiet. But over his face, as the awful narrative went on, came a grey look which deepened and deepened in the morning light, till when the first red streak of the coming dawn shot up, the flesh stood darkly out against the whitening hair.

    We have arranged that one of us is to stay within call of the unhappy pair till we can meet together and arrange about taking action.

    Of this I am sure: the sun rises to-day on no more miserable house in all the great round of its daily course.

    Keening melancholy, suffocating despair: blue lilac and violet leaf, white musk and eucalyptus, carrot seed and ti leaf.

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  • The Unreturning Perfume Oil

    Suddenly night crushed out the day and hurled
    Her remnants over cloud-peaks, thunder-walled.
    Then fell a stillness such as harks appalled
    When far-gone dead return upon the world.

    There watched I for the Dead; but no ghost woke.
    Each one whom Life exiled I named and called.
    But they were all too far, or dumbed, or thralled,
    And never one fared back to me or spoke.

    Then peered the indefinite unshapen dawn
    With vacant gloaming, sad as half-lit minds,
    The weak-limned hour when sick men’s sighs are drained.
    And while I wondered on their being withdrawn,
    Gagged by the smothering Wing which none unbinds,
    I dreaded even a heaven with doors so chained.
    – Wilfred Owen

    When far-gone dead return upon the world: wisps of spectral white musk and ambergris, blackened leather, yew needles, cypress boughs, gnarled patchouli root, and the memory of frankincense smoke.

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    Theodosius, the Legerdemain Perfume Oil

    A flash of light and the smell of sulfur seize your attention. A vast black tent stands before you, subtly glowing with an unnatural, almost phosphorescent light. This tent has no pennants, no ornamentation, save for a carved ebony sign, lettered in silver:

    “Master Theodosius
    Legerdemain, Medium, Conjurer
    One thousand years of marvels.
    Enter at your peril.”

    Another flash blinds you, and from a swirl of smoke a rakish, devilishly handsome man appears, long black hair falling down halfway to his waist, elegant and sinister in an inky silk tuxedo and a voluminous cape. The shadow he casts against the tent, oddly, seems to be that of an enormous corvus, and his eyes radiate a deep azure light. Staring fixedly at you, he snaps his fingers, and two bolts of violet lightning strike the ground on either side of him, blinding you momentarily. As your eyes adjust, you see that two lovely, slender, waiflike women now stand upon the scarred ground beside him, dressed in tattered ballerina costumes the nebulous color of smoke. Turning to his right, he touches the woman’s lips and says, “Seachd seachd uair!” She opens her mouth, and a flock of diminutive bats fly forth from her throat. Turning to his left, he touches the other woman’s hair and repeats, “Seachd seachd uair!” What once was a gleaming mane of stark white hair is now a nest of writhing vipers. She opens her mouth, baring fangs, and spits forth a thin stream of venom. The Master swirls his cape, which suddenly seems to grow and twist like a living shadow, and in a final flash of red lightning and a deafening thunderclap, he and both his assistants vanish.

    Earl Grey tea leaves, a white fougere, jasmine leaf, pearlescent white musk, and vanilla bean.

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  • Third Eye Extraction Perfume Oil

    And if thy third eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee. Clotted clove and dragon’s blood resin scabbing over a pit of milky white musk, lavender absolute, and meditative mugwort.

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    Three Lovers Perfume Oil

    White and yellow roses, violet silk, Himalayan cedarwood, mandarin, white musk, carnation, and dried red currants.

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    Ubi Bene, Ibi Patria Perfume Oil

    Lilith once told me that home is wherever her loved ones are. My sweet girl, may you always be surrounded by those who love and support you.

    White musk and lavender, frankincense and amber incense, sugar cookies, rose petals, and Florida Water.

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    Vicomte de Valmont Perfume Oil

     I promised her my eternal love, and I actually thought that for a couple of hours. 

    Rake, scoundrel, demon in a frock coat. Devilishly seductive, ultimately tragic; a villain undone and redeemed by love. Based on an 18th century gentlemen’s cologne: ambergris, white musk, white sandalwood, Spanish Moss, orange blossom, three mints, jasmine, rose geranium and a spike of rosemary.

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    Wan Wan Perfume Oil

    Furry white musk, hay absolute, vanilla husk, clove bud, carnation, jonquil, and myrrh.

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    We Cared About Such Different Things Perfume Oil

    “I have a brother. They say, you put us together, we are like one person, you know? When we are young, his hair, it is very blond, very light, his eyes are blue, and people say, he is the good one. And my hair it is very dark, darker than yours even, and people say I am the rogue, you know? I am the bad one. And now time passes, and my hair is gray. His hair, too, I think, is gray. And you look at us, you would not know who was light, who was dark.”

    “Were you close?” asked Shadow.

    “Close?” asked Czernobog. “No. How could we be? We cared about such different things.”

    You would not know who was light, who was dark: iron and amber, gold-limned white musk and ink-gloomed dark musk.

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    Wembley Perfume Oil

    To Wemble is a Fragglish word that means (roughly) “to be so unable to make up one’s mind that it’s ridiculous.” Wembley is indecision personified. Wembley has an uncanny ability to find merit on both sides of any issue. This talent occasionally casts him in the role of peacemaker.

    Innocently indecisive: white musk, banana, orange blossom, honey, pineapple, and mint.

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  • Whitechapel Perfume Oil

    A gentlemen’s blend, possessed of dignity, charm and refinement, but in truth masking a corrupted, hideous, soulless core. White musk, lime, lilac and citron.

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    Winter Moon Perfume Oil

    How thin and sharp is the moon tonight!
    How thin and sharp and ghostly white
    Is the slim curved crook of the moon tonight!

    – Langston Hughes

    Iced jasmine and white gardenia with a sliver of white musk, winter tuberose, lavender, yellow tabac, and white cedar.

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  • Winter Sunset Perfume Oil

    Ivan Fedorovich Choultsé

    A radiant inferno of blood orange, sheer amber, tangerine, clove husk, red cedarwood, and red myrrh bursting against jagged peaks of black pine, fir needle, and snow-white musk.

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  • Worm Moon 2021 Perfume Oil

    Do not smirk as a hearse goes by,
    For you may be the next to die.
    They wrap you up in a big white sheet
    And throw you down six feet deep.
    They put you in a big black box,
    And cover you up with dirt and rocks.

    All goes well for a week or two,
    Then things start changing; all is new.
    The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
    The worms play pinochle on your snout.

    A big green worm with rolling eyes,
    Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes.
    Til your blood turns mossy green
    And oozes out like Devonshire cream.

    Worm Moon marks the season of rains, when the worms scuttle forth, aerating the earth with their movements and enriching the soil by digesting waste in organic material, which creates organic fertilizer.

    This year’s iteration of Worm Moon is a moist, writhing splort of white grapefruit, coconut meat, wet white amber, squishy pink fruits, cistus, and ruddy labdanum protruding through a moondust-dappled mound of white musk, iris absolute, white sandalwood, and ti leaf.

    The accompanying Lunacy Tee can be found here!

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    Young Witches at Play in the Night Sky Perfume Oil

    Ernest Procter

    Cloudstruck white musk, orris root, white bergamot, magnolia petals, fir needle, and juniper mist.

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    Yuletide at Heathrow Perfume Oil

    Honestly, there are a lot of smells in any given airport that I probably shouldn’t translate into a perfume, but this particular scent was inspired by this radiant ribbon tree at Heathrow and the joyful little girl standing in front of it.

    Sparks of snow-white musk dotted with shining bulbs of blackcurrant, plum, and lavender.

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  • Zephyr Perfume Oil

    A gentle white scent, breezes laced with the scent of springtime blooms and citrus. Lemon, lemon verbena, neroli, white musk, white florals, white sandalwood, China musk, bergamot and a drop of vanilla.

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