++ CARNAVAL DIABOLIQUE HAIR GLOSSES
Bedeck your locks (or snakes or horns or whatever you’re sporting up top) with scents gleaned from the Midway! Smell like you’ve stepped right off the platform of Carnaval Diabolique’s 13-in-One!
$30.00
With a touch of oak bark and bourbon vanilla.
++ CARNAVAL DIABOLIQUE HAIR GLOSSES
Bedeck your locks (or snakes or horns or whatever you’re sporting up top) with scents gleaned from the Midway! Smell like you’ve stepped right off the platform of Carnaval Diabolique’s 13-in-One!
Weight | 5 oz |
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Out of the mid-wood’s twilight
Into the meadow’s dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Faun!
He skips through the copses singing,
And his shadow dances along,
And I know not which I should follow,
Shadow or song!
O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain!
– Oscar Wilde
Moonstruck with music and madness: warm russet musk, toasted sandalwood, cacao, blood-tipped blackberry thorns, and oak bark.
Art by Drew Rausch!
An exquisite, enigmatic woman sidles up to you, bearing a tray of strange, dusty curios, chocolate creatures, serpentine taffy, and candied skulls. Her skin is dusky, her eyes are heavy-lidded and sensual, her hair is the fine, soft white of spun sugar, and her skin is softly scented with cocoa. She holds a shrunken head aloft, and beckons.
Bittersweet chocolate with a heavy cream undertone.
The century oak, rugged and gaunt,
Holds high to-day, as he was wont
A hundred years ago, his head,
Hoary with snows that have vanished,
Defiant and grim to the wind’s wild taunt.
The hooting owl finds here a haunt,
And feathered choristers now chaunt
As when the century’s dawn made red
The century oak.
No season’s coil his heart can daunt;
Processive years their changes vaunt,
But, constant till the line have fled
And mouldered in oblivion’s bed,
He holds his own, rugged and gaunt, –
The century oak.
– Harvey Carson Grumbine
Oak bark, tree sap, wild acorns, and a touch of honey.
Art by Drew Rausch!
Lightning splits the sky, illuminating the skeletal skyline of the carnival rides: sugared incense, flickering blue musk, and night-blooming flowers.
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