Blessed Yule, Merry Faunalia, and Happy Christmas and Hanukkah! We hope this winter season brings you joy, love, and succor in even the coldest and darkest of nights.
SHIPPING INFO:
With the holidays fast approaching, please take note of our shipping cut-off dates to receive items by Christmas. These cut-offs are for shipments you need to receive by Christmas only and do not affect scent availability for purchase: (Please note dates are by 12:01am PST) Dec 14th for domestic orders; December 8th for Australia/New Zealand, Asia/Pacific Rim, and Mexico; December 10th for Canada, Caribbean, Europe, and Middle East; and December 1st for Africa, Central and South America. Gift Certificates are not subject to the same cut-offs as they’re sent by email. Thank you!
++ THE ART OF WINTER
Thus sometimes hath the brightest Day a Cloud;
And after Summer, evermore succeeds
Barren Winter, with his wrathful nipping Cold…
—William Shakespeare, King Henry VI
++ YULE PHOBIAS 2016
The holiday season is a source of joy for many – frolicking in the snow, decking the halls, stringin’ up lights, belting out carols. It is a time for family and good cheer, jolly men in furry red suits, and tales of merriment and miracles.
For others, it is a source of pure terror.
++ YULE SINGLE NOTES
Ah, the scents of the season! Mix and match to create the perfect perfume to accompany any awkward family gatherings!
++ GINGERBREAD COTILLION 2016
Now you shall hear a story that somebody’s great-great-grandmother told a little girl ever so many years ago:
There was once a little old man and a little old woman, who lived in a little old house in the edge of a wood. They would have been a very happy old couple but for one thing — they had no little child, and they wished for one very much. One day, when the little old woman was baking gingerbread, she cut a cake in the shape of a little boy, and put it into the oven.
Presently she went to the oven to see if it was baked. As soon as the oven door was opened, the little gingerbread boy jumped out, and began to run away as fast as he could go.
The little old woman called her husband, and they both ran after him. But they could not catch him. And soon the gingerbread boy came to a barn full of threshers. He called out to them as he went by, saying:
I’ve run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
And I can run away from you, I can!
Then the barn full of threshers set out to run after him. But, though they ran fast, they could not catch him. And he ran on till he came to a field full of mowers. He called out to them:
I’ve run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
A barn full of threshers,
And I can run away from you, I can!
Then the mowers began to run after him, but they couldn’t catch him. And he ran on till he came to a cow. He called out to her:
I’ve run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
A barn full of threshers,
A field full of mowers,
And I can run away from you, I can!
But, though the cow started at once, she couldn’t catch him. And soon he came to a pig. He called out to the pig:
I’ve run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
A barn full of threshers,
A field full of mowers,
A cow,
And I can run away from you, I can!
But the pig ran, and couldn’t catch him. And he ran till he came across a fox, and to him he called out:
I’ve run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
A barn full of threshers,
A field full of mowers,
A cow and a pig,
And I can run away from you, I can!
Then the fox set out to run. Now foxes can run very fast, and so the fox soon caught the gingerbread boy and began to eat him up.
Presently the gingerbread boy said, “Oh dear! I’m quarter gone!” And then, “Oh, I’m half gone!” And soon, “I’m three-quarters gone!” And at last, “I’m all gone!” and never spoke again.