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This haunting, exotic scent is named in honor of the shapeshifting demons from Hindu mythology. Sandalwood with rose and patchouli.
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
– March 23, 2017
My favorite rose scent. Strong rose base, hints of patchouli, and the sandalwood comes out more strongly on my skin after 15 minutes or so. Love the complexity of the scent.
– April 28, 2015
By my wife: It’s a pleasing and a bit floral and woody scent. I really like aroma of patchouli and sandalwood, unfortunately when I put oil on my skin rose is so dominant that basically it’s the only thing I smell. Anyway I enjoy this simple scent and really like it.
– December 9, 2014
I had hoped this would smell like Aveda’s Love. It doesn’t, really, but it has a similar hmm, theme, perhaps. It’s got that warm, slightly woody feel to it. My very untrained nose gets rose, mostly, underlaid by sandlewood. Not much else going on. It’s warm and enveloping, has a sharpness that I don’t get with the Aveda. But I like it.
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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.
The Dark Side of Earth: deep, brooding forest scents, including juniper and patchouli. The scent of upturned cemetery loam mingling with floral offerings to the dead.
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.
A brace of loaded pistols
He carried night and day;
He never robbed a poor man
Upon the king’s highway;
But what he’d taken from the rich,
Like Turpin and Black Bess,
He always did divide it
With the widow in distress.
Stand and deliver! Vetiver with gardenia, blood red rose, night-blooming jasmine, a dash of cinnamon and a faint hint of leather