A brilliant, ethereal scent: white musk, bergamot, heliotrope, peach and oakmoss.
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
Amy – March 11, 2017
This is my favorite scent in the entire world. I’m probably on my 6th bottle? To me it smells like sweet, musky peaches and anise. It’s the perfect every day scent, appropriate for every season but I reach for it the most in the spring and summer. It’s not a complicated scent. It’s simple and quietly lovely. Every time I wear it I feel good. What else could you ask for?
Margot – May 14, 2015
Citrus and floral. Mellows with age
Rayn – May 8, 2015
Got this one as a frimp, and I’m so glad! It’s delicate, light, but grounded and given body by the fruit (I definitely get peach, not citrus) with a little bit of sweetness. I really like it.
morwen09 – December 1, 2014
I bought an imp of this a few years ago. I didn’t care for it then; it was a little too soapy-floral. But it’s aged wonderfully into something musky and sweet. I really like it now.
Haley – July 20, 2014
Refreshing yet sweet citrus. One of my favorite scents
callipsofacto – July 5, 2014
Soft and sweet and a little powdery. A bit innocent feeling for it’s moniker, but nice. It really lingers; I could still smell it on me the next day.
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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.
An effervescent blend of crystalline champagne notes and sweet strawberry.
John Dee: master of science, alchemy and magic, Hermetic philosopher in the schools of Rosicrucian Christian Mysticism and Platonic-Pythagorean doctrine, and Queen Elizabeth’s astrologer, advisor, cryptologist and spy. With Edward Kelly, he created a field of study and work in Angelic Evocation, and isolated the Angelic language: Enochian. His scent is soft English leather, rosewood and tonka with a hint of incense, parchment and soft woods.
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.