$4.50 – $19.50
Evocative of the sea’s unplumbed mysteries. Gentle and lovely, but menacing and profound. Coconut, Florentine iris, hazelnut and opalescent white musk.
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
– December 3, 2017
This is my summer scent. Just smelling it puts me in a beachy mood, especially if I pair it with a little salt spray in my hair and my favorite sandals.
– April 1, 2017
When I open the bottle all I smell is coconut, and I love the smell of coconuts! Wet on the skin I get a hint of floral and the hazelnut but it’s still mostly coconut. Once dry the coconut tones down and let the iris, the hazel and the musk. It is lovely! On me on the other hand the scent fades away a bit, sadly.
– December 27, 2016
I am so confused by this scent. At first, all I could smell was cheesy feet (I know, I know!!!) but that may just be how straightforward chocolate morphs on me. I want to give the Lab’s chocolate notes another shot (I do love a few that have it in the background), but I don’t think this is my chocolate blend.
– April 1, 2015
I get a sweet, tropical scent when I first put it on that dries to a nice powdery coconut. It smells like coconut sunblock is supposed to smell like. I keep getting a vanilla sugar smell that doesn’t overpower or have too much sweetness. It’s delightful.
– December 8, 2014
My all-time favorite scent, subtle and soft and a little powdery, with just enough coconut to make it smell summery. I wear it every day in the summer.
– July 5, 2014
I really enjoyed this. Coconut strong in the vial but nearly disappears on the drydown. The rest lingers lightly, eventually leaving just the wisps of musk.
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Arrr! Avast ye, matey! This be the scent of pirate rum!
‘Tis said that when
The hands of men
Tamed this primeval wood,
And hoary trees with groans of woe,
Like warriors by an unknown foe,
Were in their strength subdued,
The virgin Earth Gave instant birth
To springs that ne’er did flow
That in the sun Did rivulets run,
And all around rare flowers did blow
The wild rose pale Perfumed the gale
And the queenly lily adown the dale
(Whom the sun and the dew
And the winds did woo),
With the gourd and the grape luxuriant grew.
So when in tears
The love of years
Is wasted like the snow,
And the fine fibrils of its life
By the rude wrong of instant strife
Are broken at a blow
Within the heart
Do springs upstart
Of which it doth now know,
And strange, sweet dreams,
Like silent streams
That from new fountains overflow,
With the earlier tide
Of rivers glide
Deep in the heart whose hope has died —
Quenching the fires its ashes hide, —
Its ashes, whence will spring and grow
Sweet flowers, ere long,
The rare and radiant flowers of song!
A sunlit ancient forest, dotted with wild roses, grape vine, and queenly lilies, clothed in swirls of opium smoke.
Though thy slumber may be deep,
Yet thy spirit shall not sleep;
There are shades which will not vanish,
There are thoughts thou canst not banish;
By a power to thee unknown,
Thou canst never be alone;
Thou art wrapt as with a shroud,
Thou art gather’d in a cloud;
And for ever shalt thou dwell
In the spirit of this spell.
A profound and entrancing potion. Deep, wispy, and unfathomably dark: vetiver, dark woods, crumbling and burnt black sandalwood and a drop of lemon rind.
The Dark Side of Fire: cinnamon, bitter almond, and neroli. Heavily spiced, torrid, and possibly conflagrant.