$4.50 – $19.50
Slivers of warm, pulsating blood forever crystallized in golden amber resin.
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
– December 13, 2018
Definitely not “dry” smelling. Incense-y, sweet, very sweet. Something like rock candy. So easy to smell. Sharp in the bottle, smooth and penetrating when on the skin. Very strong. Lovely, correct. But not the “floral” type of lovely. Something beyond that. And mysterious for sure. My favorite BPAL scent so far.
– March 27, 2018
Dry, spicy, warm. Definitely sensual and pleasant, but nothing that screams “Must have!” to me.
Where I’d wear this: Late summer afternoon date
– September 24, 2014
This is a lovely scent that stays very close to the skin. It is attractive and warm, but unfortunately my skin absorbs it. The notes in this blend don’t seem to have enough to give it the oomph it needs to turn it to spectacular. However, it is pleasant. I will keep the imp to see if it ages over time.
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The essence of magickal enigmas and long-forgotten esoteric mysteries. Frankincense, rosemary, lavender, neroli, and verbena.
The fiery, volatile scent of cinnamon, thickened by myrrh, honeysuckle, and copal.
Lush, creamy vanilla and the honey of the sweetest kiss smeared with the vital throb of husky clove, swollen red cherries, but darkened with the vampiric sensuality of vetiver, soporific poppy and blood red wine, and a skin-light pulse of feral musk.
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.