$4.50 – $19.50
The essence of magickal enigmas and long-forgotten esoteric mysteries. Frankincense, rosemary, lavender, neroli, and verbena.
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
– November 15, 2016
The word ‘Arcana’ is so beautiful that I really NEEDED this to work for me. Unfortunately, it’s not making my heart sing. The verbena is the strongest note to my nose. I’m actually not smelling lavender at all, and the frankincense isn’t showing up much, either.
– September 18, 2015
I ordered this one as an imp, because I’m a sucker for all things frankincense, and I am NOT disappointed. The lavender and rosemary do win in the bottle, but on my skin immediately the frankincense and neroli take over. It’s like church on a spring day. I may have to get a whole bottle of this one in the future.
– August 20, 2015
From the bottle Arcana smells quite sharp and medicinal; I think the rosemary and lavender really jump out. Applied on my skin it initially smells like a lemon lollipop, and the best way I can describe it is that you can almost feel it fizzing like sherbet, like the oil has an energy of its own. Once it settles down, it does gain a bit of depth (the frankincense kicking in possibly?) and the different layers of scent make for a very interesting and curiously dynamic scent.
I generally really dislike citrus-y fragrances but I have a real soft spot for this; it’s fun and light and a good daytime scent.
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In 1897, a new form of entertainment was presented to the people of Montmartre, Paris: the Théâtre du Grand Guignol. During the course of an evening at the theatre, one would watch several small plays, ranging from crime dramas to sexual farces, a violent, throat-ripping, eye-gouging, acid-tossing good time, which always included shock topics such as infanticide, necrophilia, insanity, murder, paranoia, vengeance and death by common household object. Our Grand Guignol perfume is a shot of sweet apricot brandy; just enough to settle your nerves after a ghoulish, gory brush with the macabre.
This is the captured scent of a cold, moonless night, lost deep within the darkest wood. Haunting and desolate, this scent evokes images of fairy tale tragedy and half-remembered nightmares. Thick, viscous pine with ambergris, black musk, juniper and cypress.
This haunting, exotic scent is named in honor of the shapeshifting demons from Hindu mythology. Sandalwood with rose and patchouli.
I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.
My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be supprest.
Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink, be high or low.
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die and so forget what love ere meant.
Inspired by the tragic, ill-fated love of Queen Elizabeth I and the Earl of Leicester. This is our modernization of a 17th-century perfume blend favored by British aristocracy: rosemary, orange flower, grape spirit, five rose variants, lemon peel, and mint.