Wisteria
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Cascading Silks Perfume Oil
Out of StockAmber and orris butter with violet leaf, carnation, red currant, wisteria, and lavender bud.
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Chasing Fireflies Perfume Oil
Out of StockA diaphanous white musk with wisteria, water lily, plum blossoms, and ripe plum juice.
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Evening Rendezvous Perfume Oil
Add to cartA haze of ambergris, lavender, orris root, wisteria, white honey, and violet.
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Flower Moon 2019 Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe apex of the year’s fertility, the reawakening of the sexuality of the Earth and her inhabitants. This full moon celebrates both the fecundity of the creatures and flora of this world and the vibrancy, rejuvenation and life-affirming energy of Spring. Flower Moon embodies the unrestrained bliss, energy and color of the season: wisteria, frangipani, tuberose, ylang ylang, double sugar narcissus, white sage, and a mix of California wildflowers – all gleaming gold with a thick sheen of honey.
The accompanying tee can be found here!
It is our distinct honor to continue our collaboration with the Caldecott-winning Dan Santat: Author/Illustrator on 2019’s Lunacy series, with FLOWER MOON.
If you love children’s literature, you must pick up “Beekle,” “After the Fall,” “Drawn Together,” “Dude!,” “Sidekicks,” “Crankenstein Valentine,” or any other of Dan’s amazing books. His stories aren’t just for kids: they are moving, touching, heart-exploding stories for anyone at any age.
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Jasmine Cottage Perfume Oil
Out of StockShe’d rented the cottage furnished, which meant that the actual furniture was the special sort you find in these circumstances and had probably been left out for the dustmen by the local War on Want shop. It didn’t matter. She didn’t expect to be here long.
If Agnes was right, she wouldn’t be anywhere long. Nor would anyone else.
Camellia, jasmine, heather, orange blossom, osmanthus, wisteria, thyme, angelica, freesia, granny’s nightcap, and English wildflowers.
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Lady Amalthea Perfume Oil
Add to cartMolly 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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Les Fleurs du Mal Perfume Oil
Select OptionsThe scents of the blossoms of darkness, condensed into one perfume. Features a rose base, softened with lilac and wisteria.
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Midnight Fog Perfume Oil
Out of StockNight-blooming jasmine, wisteria, and honeysuckle breathing into a ponderous, moonlit pool of sandalwood, iris, and rose attar.
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On Wednesday, I Will Promise You a Phantom Perfume Oil
Out of StockENERGETIC “OLGA”
Drags Table and Throws Wastepaper Basket
AN AMAZING SEANCE
“Amazing phenomena,” produced at a seance on Monday night, arranged to test the powers of Rudi Schneider, the young Austrian medium, were reported by Mr. Harry Price, of the National Laboratory of Psychic Research, South Kensington, where the test took place. Schneider and a number of other sitters were connected by a specially arranged electric circuit, which caused a red lamp to glow if the slightest movement were made, and the medium was further controlled by being held by two of the sitters.Describing the seance, Mr. Price said: Hope, a member of our council, and Professor Lord Rayleigh. At first we were not able to get any manifestations. Lord Charles Hope and Lord Rayleigh agreed that the electric control was perfect.
“We continued the séance, those personally controlling the medium being Mr. T. H. Peerson, secretary of the American Society of Psychical Research, and myself. We got the most amazing
phenomena. Rudi went into a violent trance, with paroxysms of choking, and then ‘Olga,’ his trance-personality, spoke through him.
“She dragged a table into the curtained recess about five feet from us, and threw down a waste-paper basket. She asked how many raps we would like, and when we said “Five,” gave them. She asked for gramophone music to be played, and when this was done twanged a small harp in tune with it. She asked for a handkerchief to be put on the table, and this was picked up and thrown at our feet.
“Then ‘Olga’ said ‘1 will show you my hand,’ and a perfectly formed woman’s hand came through the curtains. A pencil and paper were asked for and taken into the recess, and the paper was marked. The handkerchief, too, was taken in and knotted. Just before she finished ‘Olga’ said: On Wednesday I will promise you a phantom.’
“Rudi came out of his trance and the seance ended. The conditions were irreproachably scientific.”
– Northampton Chronicle and Echo, 16 April 1929
A gust of luminous lavender, the spectral skin musk of a gently curving ghostly hand, a melodic twang of wisteria and ylang ylang, and a murmur of myrrh-touched vanilla husk.
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One Girl 2022 Perfume Oil
Out of StockLike the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough,
Atop on the topmost twig, — which the pluckers forgot, somehow, —
Forget it not, nay; but got it not, for none could get it till now.II
Like the wild hyacinth flower which on the hills is found,
Which the passing feet of the shepherds for ever tear and wound,
Until the purple blossom is trodden in the ground.
– Sappho, translated by Dante Gabriel RossettiWild orchid, indigo poppies, incense smoke, wisteria, and apple pulp.
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One Girl Perfume Oil
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Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough,
Atop on the topmost twig, — which the pluckers forgot, somehow, —
Forget it not, nay; but got it not, for none could get it till now.II
Like the wild hyacinth flower which on the hills is found,
Which the passing feet of the shepherds for ever tear and wound,
Until the purple blossom is trodden in the ground.
– Sappho, translated by Dante Gabriel RossettiWild orchid, indigo poppies, incense smoke, wisteria, and apple pulp.
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Seraphim Perfume Oil
Select OptionsA perfume sacred to the highest of the angelic hosts: calla lily, wisteria, white sandalwood, Damascus rose and frankincense.
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Shoggoth Perfume Oil
Select OptionsIt 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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Silenti Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe Silenti reject human society completely, and are, quite literally, the living dead. Either due to trauma, sociopathic psychological conditions they possessed while human, or through a desire to embrace this peculiar aesthetic, they adopt many of the stereotypes and trappings of the vampire-as-undead. Some act as monstrous killers, akin to the murderous ways of Interfectors, while others are more peaceable, but no less strange. Most of these vampires choose to live in crypts, haunting graveyards like proverbial ghouls. Many vampire death cults have sprung from the philosophies and writings of Silenti, including the House of Azrael, whose members venerate death itself as the supreme deity and oblivion as heaven.
Grave beauty: Spanish moss, lilac, wisteria, myrrh, and olibanum.
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Solanine, the Flower Girl Perfume Oil
Add to cartIn the distance, you hear the discordant tolling of churchbells, uneven and strangely triumphant. As you turn towards the beckoning clang, you feel something brush across your neck: a gentle caress before a hundred pricking trichomes tear at your skin. There is a sudden whipping sensation and a clench of movement, and your throat is clamped in a rigid green noose.
A raspy voice whispers, “Pardon,” and the grip on you loosens.
A woman stands behind you. She holds a basket overflowing with creeping vines and flowers: razor-thorned roses, vibrant bursts of oleander, drooping cascades of wisteria, sprays of white hemlock and lily of the valley, bruise-blue pillows of aconite, purple-veined henbane, and the snapping jaws of monstrously large flytraps, glistening wet with mucilage. Her clothes smell faintly of manchineel smoke, and her fingertips are stained green. She smiles and shudders as the green tendrils that surround her writhe and contract. She plucks a red-spotted mushroom from her basket and places it gently in your palm before turning away.
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The Garden of Shut-Eye Town Perfume Oil
Out of StockA vast midnight sea of lavender twined with passion flower, breeze-touched sways of wisteria, lemon balm, cowslip, poppy, and star-sparkles of chamomile.
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The Shepherd’s Dream Perfume Oil
Add to cartHenry Fuseli
Ambergris accord, lilac mist, grey silk ambrette, wisteria, white frankincense, champa magnolia, and pink tea roses.
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The Silk Strings of the Shamisen Perfume Oil
Out of StockWisteria and white clove, green tea leaf, and frankincense.
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The Witch Bride Perfume Oil
Out of StockA fair witch crept to a young man’s side,
And he kiss’d her and took her for his bride.But a Shape came in at the dead of night,
And fill’d the room with snowy light.And he saw how in his arms there lay
A thing more frightful than mouth may say.And he rose in haste, and follow’d the Shape
Till morning crown’d an eastern cape.And he girded himself, and follow’d still
When sunset sainted the western hill.But, mocking and thwarting, clung to his side,
Weary day!-the foul Witch-Bride.(Aw, c’mon, Allingham. Foul is a pretty strong choice of words, dontcha think?)
Pale and lovely, with eyes belladonna-wide: hemlock blossoms and ghostly nightshade veiled by wisteria, white frankincense, black amber, and narcissus resin.
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We Wear the Mask Perfume Oil
Add to cartWe wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes, –
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
– Paul Laurence DunbarThis poem – this song – is one that has moved me since my childhood, and it’s so incredibly difficult to translate it into scent. I don’t know if I am capable of doing honor to Dunbar’s words; all I can do is craft something that is akin to how much this makes my heart clench. The scent I have chosen is a soft lavender with dry woods, carrot seed and iris, sandalwood smoke, and wisteria.
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Wisteria Blossoms Perfume Oil
Out of StockBourbon vanilla, smoked bamboo reeds, lilac blossoms, wisteria, indigo, sweet oakmoss, and a drop of red velvet musk.
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Wisteria, Muguet, and Lily of the Valley Perfume Oil
Out of StockWisteria, Muguet, and Lily of the Valley