Yule 2019
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A World of One Color Perfume Oil
Out of StockWinter solitude
In a world of one color
The sound of wind
– Matsuo BashoA blur of grey-white: ambergris accord, ice musk, black tea, Himalayan cedar, coconut husk, and frost.
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Allodoxaphobia Perfume Oil
Out of StockFear of Opinions
The discordant clang of silverware punctuates another heated rant, and Uncle Elliot whips out his phone to underscore his point with a Facebook meme he saw earlier in the day.
Flecks of cranberry sauce spatter the table as a fist pounds in anger: a boisterous, conflicted, bombastic lather of red pepper, boiled cranberries, and bergamot.
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Amaxophobia Perfume Oil
Out of StockFear of Riding in Cars
Encased in a roaring tomb of vinyl siding, strangled by nylon bindings, arms bruised and battered by writhing bodies punching and pummeling-punctuated by wild cries of SLUG BUG and CALL BOX – and endless discordant choruses of 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall.
Motor oil, a burst of exhaust, a faded tree-shaped air freshener, and crushed gas station chocolates.
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Amber Incense and Honey Cakes Perfume Oil
Out of StockAn offering made in the depths of the year’s darkness to honor the Solstice sun.
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Ante Luciferum Genitus Beard Oil
Out of StockA radiant waft of incense: Oman frankincense, myrrh, ambrette seed, tobacco leaf, and red sandalwood.
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Black Ice Perfume Oil
Out of StockLovely, dangerous, slick, and bitterly cold: chilly white sleet-like notes with a hint of vetiver, a breath of smoky asphalt, and winter wind.
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Blam Beard Oil
Out of StockSmells like falling face first into a Christmas tree farm at the onset of winter.
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Brumation Perfume Oil
Out of StockWinter sluggishness, December’s malaise. A torpor: thick brown labdanum, tobacco absolute, vetiver, black moss, and black patchouli.
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Christmas Pudding Perfume Oil
Out of StockBlack Phoenix’s Christmas Pudding is loosely based on a medieval recipe, and is crafted, as tradition dictates, from thirteen ingredients (representing Christ and his apostles, natch). Thick with treacle, smoky with suet (suet accord, sillies – there’s no mutton fat in this perfume!), and sweet with stirred custard.
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Christougenniatiko Dentrophobia Perfume Oil
Out of StockFear of Christmas Trees
Ghastly misshapen branches casting long, twisted shadows and clutching at you with prickly needle-like fingers: pine pitch, bone-white dried fir, and spruce tar with opoponax and blackened tobacco.
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Coal Beard Oil
Out of StockYou’ve been bad. Really, really bad. Sooty black pepper, black patchouli, leather, and cacao.
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Cola de Mono Perfume Oil
Out of StockA traditional Chilean holiday beverage: strong fresh-brewed coffee, steamed milk, sugar, aguardiente, cinnamon, clove, and vanilla bean.
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Dumb Cake Perfume Oil
Out of StockThis is the scent of an awkward encounter with a Yule-evoked doppelgänger mate: spectral cologne, blurry herbs, fireplace ash, and a dusting of crumbs.
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Egg Nog Cheesecake Perfume Oil
Out of StockDark brandy, spiced rum, heavy cream, sugar, and a dash of nutmeg baked into a thick, creamy cheesecake.
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Gluwein Perfume Oil
Out of StockWarm red wine spiced with cinnamon sticks, cardamom, vanilla beans, clove, lemon and orange rind, bay leaf, and honey.
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Here we Come A-Wassailing Perfume Oil
Out of StockHere we come a-wassailing
Among the leaves so green;
Here we come a-wand’ring
So fair to be seen.Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail too;
And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year
And God send you a Happy New Year.Our wassail cup is made
Of the rosemary tree,
And so is your beer
Of the best barley.We are not daily beggars
That beg from door to door;
But we are neighbours’ children,
Whom you have seen before.Call up the butler of this house,
Put on his golden ring.
Let him bring us up a glass of beer,
And better we shall sing.We have got a little purse
Of stretching leather skin;
We want a little of your money
To line it well within.Bring us out a table
And spread it with a cloth;
Bring us out a mouldy cheese,
And some of your Christmas loaf.God bless the master of this house
Likewise the mistress too,
And all the little children
That round the table go.Good master and good mistress,
While you’re sitting by the fire,
Pray think of us poor children
Who are wandering in the mire.Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail too;
And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year
And God send you a Happy New Year.Pray think of the poor children who are wandering in the mire. Warmth, safety, and succor: soft leather, clove, and smoked cardamom with vanilla bean, roasted apples, dried cranberries, winter rosemary, dried figs, and gingered rum.
Proceeds from the sale of this scent benefit RAICES.
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Hymn to St. Brigid Perfume Oil
Out of StockFar above enthroned in glory
Sweetest Saint of Erin’s Isle
See thy children kneel before thee
Turn on us a Mother’s smile.Sancta Mater, hear our pleading
Faith and hope and holy love
Sweet St. Brigid, Spouse of Jesus,
Sent to us from Heaven above.Sweet St. Brigid, Erin’s children,
Far and near o’er land and sea
In the world and in the cloister
Fondly turn with love to thee.Sancta Mater, sooth the mourner
Shield the weary tempted soul
Sweet St. Brigid, guide thy children
To thy bright and happy home.A bounty of butter, honey, and sweet cream.
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I Hear You Call, Pine Tree Perfume Oil
Out of StockI hear you call, pine tree, I hear you upon the hill, by the silent pond
where the lotus flowers bloom, I hear you call, pine tree.
What is it you call, pine tree, when the rain falls, when the winds
blow, and when the stars appear, what is it you call, pine tree?
I hear you call, pine tree, but I am blind, and do not know how to
reach you, pine tree. Who will take me to you, pine tree?
– Yone NoguchiLotus root and pine needles.
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In Splendoribus Sanctorum Perfume Oil
Out of StockIn the brightness of the Saints, from the womb before the Daystar I begot Thee: golden amber, frankincense, and Italian bergamot.
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Jacob’s Ladder Perfume Oil
Out of StockAnd Jacob went out from Beersheba, and went toward Haran.
And he lighted upon a certain place, and tarried there all night, because the sun was set; and he took of the stones of that place, and put them for his pillows, and lay down in that place to sleep.
And he dreamed, and behold a ladder set up on the earth, and the top of it reached to heaven: and behold the angels of God ascending and descending on it.
And, behold, the Lord stood above it, and said, I am the Lord God of Abraham thy father, and the God of Isaac: the land whereon thou liest, to thee will I give it, and to thy seed;
And thy seed shall be as the dust of the earth, and thou shalt spread abroad to the west, and to the east, and to the north, and to the south: and in thee and in thy seed shall all the families of the earth be blessed.
And, behold, I am with thee, and will keep thee in all places whither thou goest, and will bring thee again into this land; for I will not leave thee, until I have done that which I have spoken to thee of.
And Jacob awaked out of his sleep, and he said, Surely the Lord is in this place; and I knew it not.
And he was afraid, and said, How dreadful is this place! this is none other but the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven.
The meeting of Heaven and Earth: golden amber, galbanum, benzoin, ambrette, rockrose, costus and tonka.
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Jólabókaflóðið Perfume Oil
Out of StockA dribble of candle wax, distant hearth-smoke, a fleck of chocolate Yule log on a thick wool sweater, and aged, yellowing paper bound by well-loved leather that has passed through many gentle hands.
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Knecht Ruprecht Perfume Oil
Out of StockI came here from the forest
I tell you, it is a very holy night!
All over the tips of the firs
I saw bright flashes of golden light;
And from above, the gates of heaven
I saw with open eyes the Christ-child
and as I wander through the dark forest
I hear a light voice calling me.
“Knecht Ruprecht” it called, “Old man
Lift your legs and hurry! Fast!The candles alight
the gates of heaven open wide
old and young
shall rest from the hunt of life
and tomorrow I shall fly to earth
as it shall be Christmas again!”I said: “O dear master, Christ
My trip is almost at an end;
It is only this one town / where the children are good”.
“Do you have your sack with you?”
I said: “The sack, it is here;
apples, nuts and almonds
solemn children do enjoy”.
“Do you also have your cane?”
I said: “The cane, it is here.
But only for the bad children,
to hit their right rear”.The Christ-child spoke: “That is good;
So go with god my faithful servant!”
I came here from the forest
I tell you, it is a very holy night!
Speak now how I find it here
Are the children good or bad?The snow-covered foliage of the Black Forest and the fruit and woods of apple and almond trees.
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Krampus Beard Oil
Out of StockBe good, or Krampus will toss you in a river! Sinister red musk, black leather, dusty rags, and wooden switches.
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Krampus Perfume Oil
Out of StockBe good, or Krampus will toss you in a river! Sinister red musk, black and rust-brown leathers, dusty rags, and wooden switches.
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La Befana Perfume Oil
Out of StockOn the night of the Epiphany, a joyful, broomstick-riding hag clad in a tattered shawl drops into chimneys all over Italy, bestowing gifts to good children, and dropping coal into the stockings of naughty kiddies.
La Befana vien di notte
Con le scarpe tutte rotte
Col vestito alla Romana
Viva, Viva La Befana!As the Three Wise Men searched for the house of the Christ child, they found themselves lost. Eventually, they stopped at a small house and knocked on the door. A small, wizened woman opened the door, holding a broom in her hand. The Astrologers asked the woman if she knew the location of the child, but, unfortunately, she did not know who these men were looking for, and could not aid them in their search. It was deep into the night, and the air was chilly, so the kindly woman offered the three men her hospitality. They spent the night in her warm, comfortable home, and shared bread and stories with one another. The Astrologers explained to the woman why they were looking for this blessed infant, and invited her to join them in their search come morning. Though she was touched by their tale, she declined, as she had a great deal of housework to do. At daybreak, the Astrologers awoke. They thanked the woman for her generosity, gathered their things, and prepared to leave. Before they departed, they, again, asked the old woman if she would like to join them on their journey. Again, she declined, and sent them on their way. After they had left, she regretted her decision, and she set off to find the Three Wise Men. After many long and frustrating hours of searching, she still could not find them. Saddened, yet still filled with hope, she stopped to give a gift to every good child she passed.
La Befana comes by night
With her shoes old and broken
She comes dressed in the Roman way
Long life to the Befana!Candy charcoal, winter lilies, parma violet, a sprig of cypress, a poof of chimney dust, and holiday sweets.
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Leukophobia Perfume Oil
Out of StockFear of the Color White
A blank and seering void, a blinding nothingness. Emptiness, emptiness eternally.
Dry white tea leaf and a hollow, sharp musk.
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Lick It With Consent Perfume Oil
Out of StockConsidering the current sociopolitical climate, I felt it was important to bring back this specific incarnation of Lick It. Proceeds from Lick It With Consent will be donated to RAINN.
(For a spot-on dissertation on what consent entails, please visit Erika Moen and Matthew Nolans VERY NSFW infographic. Oh Joy Sex Toy is not a sponsor of Black Phoenix, or the other way around. Er, whichever. This is just a damn good link, and I wanted to pass it on!)
A sugar-crusted vanilla peppermint stick!
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Lump of Coal Perfume Oil
Out of StockTo welcome Black Phoenix Trading Post into the fold, we are celebrating by turning BPTP’s notorious 2005 Naughty or Nice Inquisition imp into a proper perfume.
Ok, fine. It isn’t really a lump of coal, but brownies and coal are vaguely similar in color! This is the truly sinful scent of a sticky, thick, dark and rich fudge brownie.
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Midnight Mass Perfume Oil
Out of StockI will wash my hands among the innocent; and will compass thy altar, O Lord: That I may hear the voice of thy praise: and tell of all thy wondrous works. I have loved, O Lord, the beauty of thy house; and the place where thy glory dwelleth. Take not away my soul, O God, with the wicked: nor my life with bloody men: In whose hands are iniquities: their right hand is filled with gifts.
But as for me, I have walked in my innocence: redeem me, and have mercy on me. My foot hath stood in the direct way: in the churches I will bless thee, O Lord.
In Roman Catholic tradition, the Christmas season begins liturgically on Christmas Eve, though it is forbidden to celebrate the Christmas Mass before midnight. The most devout attend Midnight Mass, celebrating both the Eucharist and the drama of the Nativity.
This perfume is a traditional Roman Catholic sacramental incense, most often used during a Solemn Mass. Traditionally, five tears of this incense, each encased individually in wax that has been fashioned into the shape of a nail, are inserted into the paschal candle. This is, of course, represents the Five Wounds of Our Risen Savior. Symbolically, the burning of the incense signifies spiritual fervor, the fragrance itself inspires virtue, and the rising smoke carries our prayers to God.
Credo in unum Deum, Patrem omnipotentem, factorem caeli et terrae, visibilium omnium et invisibilium.
Et in unum Dominum Iesum Christum, Filium Dei unigenitum, et ex Patre natum ante omnia saecula. Deum de Deo, Lumen de Lumine, Deum verum de Deo vero, genitum non factum, consubstantialem Patri; per quem omnia facta sunt. Qui propter nos homines et propter nostram salutem descendit de caelis. Et incarnatus est de Spiritu Sancto ex Maria Virgine, et homo factus est. Crucifixus etiam pro nobis sub Pontio Pilato, passus et sepultus est, et resurrexit tertia die, secundum Scripturas, et ascendit in caelum, sedet ad dexteram Patris. Et iterum venturus est cum gloria, iudicare vivos et mortuos, cuius regni non erit finis.
Et in Spiritum Sanctum, Dominum et vivificantem, qui ex Patre procedit. Qui cum Patre et Filio simul adoratur et conglorificatur: qui locutus est per prophetas. Et unam, sanctam, catholicam et apostolicam Ecclesiam. Confiteor unum baptisma in remissionem peccatorum. Et expecto resurrectionem mortuorum, et vitam venturi saeculi. Amen.
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Mince Pie and Bourbon Cream Perfume Oil
Out of StockAs always, no minces were harmed in the creation of our perfumes.
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Mountain Temple Perfume Oil
Out of StockMountain temple –
Deep under snow
A bell
– Kobayashi IssaWhite sandalwood incense smoke drifting through snowflakes.
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Nes Gadol Haya Sham Perfume Oil
Out of StockBut not long after the king sent a certain old man of Antioch, to compel the Jews to depart from the laws of their fathers and of God:
And to defile the temple that was in Jerusalem, and to call it the temple of Jupiter Olympius: and that in Gazarim of Jupiter Hospitalis, according as they were that inhabited the place.
And very bad was this invasion of evils and grievous to all.
For the temple was full of the riot and reveling of the Gentiles: and of men lying with lewd women. And women thrust themselves of their accord into the holy places, and brought in things that were not lawful.
The altar also was filled with unlawful things, which were forbidden by the laws.
And neither were the sabbaths kept, nor the solemn days of the fathers observed, neither did any man plainly profess himself to be a Jew
But they were led by bitter constraint on the king’s birthday to the sacrifices: and when the feast of Bacchus was kept, they wore compelled to go about crowned with ivy in honour of Bacchus.
And there went out a decree into the neighboring cities of the Gentiles, by the suggestion of the Ptolemeans, that they also should act in like manner against the Jews, to oblige them to sacrifice:
And whosoever would not conform themselves to the ways of the Gentiles, should be put to death: then was misery to be seen.
For two women were accused to have circumcised their children: whom, when they had openly led about through the city with the infants hanging at their breasts, they threw down headlong from the walls.
And others that had met together in caves that were near, and were keeping the sabbath day privately, being discovered by Philip, were burnt with fire, because they made a conscience to help themselves with their hands, by reason of the religious observance of the day.
– The Second Book of the Maccabees, 6:1-11In order to consolidate his power in Jerusalem and Hellenize the area, the Greek king Antiochus IV Epiphanes outlawed Judaism and ordered the population to worship Zeus and the Hellenic pantheon. As this was anathema to the Jews, they refused, and Antiochus moved to enforce his religious decree by extreme force.
Some origin tales say that the dreidel was used at this time as a method by which the Jewish people were able to continue to study the Talmud in secret under the guise of gambling. Now, in addition to being a light gambling game, the dreidel is also a reminder of the strength, devotion, and perseverance of the Jewish people and the mercy of God.
One scent in four parts:
Nun, the Snake: nuun, nothing. Naḥš, in modern Arabic, means bad luck. Represented by scents of loss and remembrance: opoponax and lemon verbena.
Gimel, the Camel: the Ship of the Desert. Represented by scents of abundance, fortitude, and determination: patchouli, heliotrope, pomegranate, and almond.
He, the Window: sometimes used to represent the Unutterable Name of God, this is the window in our souls through which God’s light touches us. Represented by scents of clarity and piety: frankincense, myrtle, and hyssop.
Shin, the Tooth: also stands for Shaddai, one of the names of God. The hand formed into shin acts as a priestly blessing. Represented by scents of strength, generosity, kindness, and benediction: carnation, myrrh, red poppy, and hibiscus.
The essences of Nun, Gimel, He, and Shin are blended to become Nes Gadol Haya Sham.
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Peacock Queen Perfume Oil
Out of StockIn dramatic contrast to the soft innocence of Snow White and the dew-kissed freshness of her sister, Rose Red, this is a blood red, voluptuous rose, velvet-petaled, at the height of bloom. Haughty and imperious, vain, yet incomparably lovely to the eye, but thick with thorns of jealousy, pride and hatred.
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Phonophobia Perfume Oil
Out of StockFear of Loud Noises
The warbling howl of carolers punctuated by the wild honking of furious travelers, the jangling of silver bells, and bellowing HO HO HOs bursting through the colorless drone of department store Christmas muzak.
Christmas crackers detonating like mortars: cinnamon-soaked black musk.
[Please note: cinnamon perfume contains cinnamon. If you have sensitivities, please pass on this one.]
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Pomegranate Perfume Oil
Out of StockFor my part, I prefer my heart to be broken.
It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.Night-black pomegranate juice and shards of glittering amber.
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Selaphobia Perfume Oil
Out of StockFear of Flashing Lights
A hideous cacophony of bleating colors, sizzling the eye with blasts of staccato rainbow fire.
Pummeling flares of lemon peel and sparks of peppermint under a lime-green strobe.
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Sitzmark Perfume Oil
Out of StockI just love that there’s a word for the depression left in snow after a skier falls backwards.
Many years ago, I hit a plane of ice while snowboarding and flipped, landing directly on my tailbone. At the time, I hadn’t realized that I had broken it; I just knew that it hurt like hell. I didn’t want Ted or Brian to stop having fun on account of me, so I got up, smiled, waved, and told them I was juuuuust fine – I was a little tired, though, and was going to go read for a bit. Get some air, relax, blah blah blah. Then, once they were back on the lift, I quietly limped to the car.
This is the scent of the drink I would have loved to have had right at that moment, while I was nursing my injured pride and broken ass: hot cocoa with a belt of whiskey and kahlua.
With marshmallows.
When you break your ass bone snowboarding, you deserve a goddamn marshmallow.
[Label art by Tom, screengrabbed from our DMs.]
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Snow White Perfume Oil
Out of StockA chilly, bright perfume: flurries of virgin snow, crisp winter wind and the faintest breath of night-blooming flowers.
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Snowball Fracas Perfume Oil
Out of StockThis means war. A scent tight with delirious adrenaline. Muddy dirt and frost-covered moss from the trenches rubbed into winter clothes and snow impact overspray. This scent hits like the sting from those dang icy hard snowballs… the ones that have been packed too hard by someone who is not playing nice… nailing you right in the face.
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Talvikuu Perfume Oil
Out of StockLo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings
To his strong bones, strides o’er the groaning rocks:
He withers all in silence, and his hand
Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.Skeletal limbs of birch and fir coated in a thick, impenetrable blanket of snow. This is the death of the year personified.
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The moon’s My Own Perfume Oil
Out of StockMiles of frost –
On the lake
The moon’s my own
– Yosa BusonA crescent glow of mugwort, white musk, lemon peel, and moonflower reflecting on a frost-limned lake.
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The Poinsettia Gown Perfume Oil
Out of StockA perfume simply inspired by a vintage Christmas postcard. Rose cream, jasmine cream, mallow, vanilla foam, and sweet amber.
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The Season of Ghosts Perfume Oil
Out of StockIn Latvia, the Ziemassvetki, or Winter Party, is a celebration of the birth of Dievs, the Sky God and Supreme Ruler of the Latvian pantheon. The two weeks prior to the Ziemassvetki is the Season of Ghosts. Candles are lit to honor the gods and a fire is kept burning throughout the Season, burning away the unhappiness of the previous year so men’s spirits can be renewed. At the feast of the Ziemassvetki, places are left as a courtesy to the ghosts, who arrive by sleigh.
A scent created to burn away sorrow: bergamot, frankincense, rose geranium, ginger, lemongrass, and blood orange.
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V’al HaNissim Perfume Oil
Out of StockAl hanissim, v’al hapurkan, v’al hag’vurot v’al hat’tshuot v’al hamilchamot sh’asita lavoteinu bayamim hahem baz’man hazeh.
Lord, deliver the wicked into the hands of the righteous: beeswax glowing softly amber.
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Winter Dusk Perfume Oil
Out of StockDark frost was in the air without,
The dusk was still with cold and gloom,
When less than even a shadow came
And stood within the room.But of the three around the fire,
None turned a questioning head to look,
Still read a clear voice, on and on,
Still stooped they o’er their book.The children watched their mother’s eyes
Moving on softly line to line;
It seemed to listen too-that shade,
Yet made no outward sign.The fire-flames crooned a tiny song,
No cold wind stirred the wintry tree;
The children both in Faërie dreamed
Beside their mother’s knee.And nearer yet that spirit drew
Above that heedless one, intent
Only on what the simple words
Of her small story meant.No voiceless sorrow grieved her mind,
No memory her bosom stirred,
Nor dreamed she, as she read to two,
‘Twas surely three who heard.Yet when, the story done, she smiled
From face to face, serene and clear,
A love, half dread, sprang up, as she
Leaned close and drew them near.
– Walter De La MareA love, half dread: blackcurrant and black rose with indigo oud and birch tar.
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Winter Moon Perfume Oil
Out of StockHow thin and sharp is the moon tonight!
How thin and sharp and ghostly white
Is the slim curved crook of the moon tonight!
– Langston HughesIced jasmine and white gardenia with a sliver of white musk, winter tuberose, lavender, yellow tabac, and white cedar.
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Winter Stars Perfume Oil
Out of StockI went out at night alone;
The young blood flowing beyond the sea
Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings –
I bore my sorrow heavily.But when I lifted up my head
From shadows shaken on the snow,
I saw Orion in the east
Burn steadily as long ago.From windows in my father’s house,
Dreaming my dreams on winter nights,
I watched Orion as a girl
Above another city’s lights.Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too,
The world’s heart breaks beneath its wars,
All things are changed, save in the east
The faithful beauty of the stars.
– Sara TeasdaleThe world’s heart breaks beneath its wars: starlit blue musk, a burst of night-dark amber, sweet patchouli, lemon peel, bergamot, French lavender, and cypress.
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Winter Trees Perfume Oil
Out of StockAll the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
– William Carlos WilliamsA liquid moon gliding through gaunt branches, illuminating the first quiet buds of spring: pale yellow amber and verbena, snow-covered maple and oak, a scattering of fir needles, and tiny snowdrop petals.