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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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One can even set up quite ridiculous cases. A cat is penned up in a steel chamber, along with the following diabolical device (which must be secured against direct interference by the cat): in a Geiger counter there is a tiny bit of radioactive substance, so small that perhaps in the course of one hour one of the atoms decays, but also, with equal probability, perhaps none; if it happens, the counter tube discharges and through a relay releases a hammer which shatters a small flask of hydrocyanic acid. If one has left this entire system to itself for an hour, one would say that the cat still lives if meanwhile no atom has decayed. The first atomic decay would have poisoned it. The Psi function for the entire system would express this by having in it the living and the dead cat (pardon the expression) mixed or smeared out in equal parts. It is typical of these cases that an indeterminacy originally restricted to the atomic domain becomes transformed into macroscopic indeterminacy, which can then be resolved by direct observation. That prevents us from so naively accepting as valid a “blurred model” for representing reality. In itself it would not embody anything unclear or contradictory. There is a difference between a shaky or out-of-focus photograph and a snapshot of clouds and fog banks.
A paradoxical scent experiment! – tangerine, sugared lime, pink grapefruit, oakmoss, lavender, zdravetz, and chocolate peppermint.
No cats were mistreated during the formulation of this paradox, or in the process of creating this perfume.
The fiery, volatile scent of cinnamon, thickened by myrrh, honeysuckle, and copal.
A sultry, exotic scent that inspires devious plotting and clandestine affairs. It is a scent painted in artifice, veiled in deceit, and slithering with whispered secrets. Black palm, with cocoa, fig and shadowy wooded notes.
In Irish folklore the Dana O’Shee are a fae, elven people that live in a realm of beauty, their nobility akin to our that own Age of Chivalry, eternally beautiful and eternally young. They surround themselves with the pleasures of the Arts, they live for the hunt, and to this day can be seen riding in procession through the Irish countryside at twilight, led by their King and Queen. However, the Dana O’Shee are not benevolent creatures, despite what their unearthly beauty may imply. They are vengeful and treacherous and possess a streak of mischievous malice, and many have whispered that their true home lies deep in the shadowed groves of the Realm of the Dead. Hearing even a single chord of their otherworldly music leaves one stunned and lost to the mortal realms for ever, finding themselves prey to the Dana O’Shee’s hunt or enslaved in their Court as servants or playthings.
Offerings of milk, honey and sweet grains were made to placate these creatures, and it is that the basis of the scent created in their name.