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  Wicked Perfume Oil

  A paean to all the Wicked Queens, Evil Stepmothers, and other misunderstood villainesses throughout history and lore. Lends an aura of majesty, refinement, strength, and a deep, brooding malice. A sophisticated, womanly scent: rich myrrh and jasmine draped in the subtlest rose.

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  Dance of Death Perfume Oil

  Carrying bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves,
  Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves
  With all the careless and high-stepping grace,
  And the extravagant courtesan’s thin face.

  Was slimmer waist e’er in a ball-room wooed?
  Her floating robe, in royal amplitude,
  Falls in deep folds around a dry foot, shod
  With a bright flower-like shoe that gems the sod.

  The swarms that hum about her collar-bones
  As the lascivious streams caress the stones,
  Conceal from every scornful jest that flies,
  Her gloomy beauty; and her fathomless eyes

  Are made of shade and void; with flowery sprays
  Her skull is wreathed artistically, and sways,
  Feeble and weak, on her frail vertebrae.
  O charm of nothing decked in folly! they

  Who laugh and name you a Caricature,
  They see not, they whom flesh and blood allure,
  The nameless grace of every bleached, bare bone,
  That is most dear to me, tall skeleton!

  Come you to trouble with your potent sneer
  The feast of Life! or are you driven here,
  To Pleasure’s Sabbath, by dead lusts that stir
  And goad your moving corpse on with a spur?

  Or do you hope, when sing the violins,
  And the pale candle-flame lights up our sins,
  To drive some mocking nightmare far apart,
  And cool the flame hell lighted in your heart?

  Fathomless well of fault and foolishness!
  Eternal alembic of antique distress!
  Still o’er the curved, white trellis of your sides
  The sateless, wandering serpent curls and glides.

  And truth to tell, I fear lest you should find,
  Among us here, no lover to your mind;
  Which of these hearts beat for the smile you gave?
  The charms of horror please none but the brave.

  Your eyes’ black gulf, where awful broodings stir,
  Brings giddiness; the prudent reveller
  Sees, while a horror grips him from beneath,
  The eternal smile of thirty-two white teeth.

  For he who has not folded in his arms
  A skeleton, nor fed on graveyard charms,
  Recks not of furbelow, or paint, or scent,
  When Horror comes the way that Beauty went.

  O irresistible, with fleshless face,
  Say to these dancers in their dazzled race:
  “Proud lovers with the paint above your bones,
  Ye shall taste death, musk scented skeletons!

  Withered Antinoüs, dandies with plump faces,
  Ye varnished cadavers, and grey Lovelaces,
  Ye go to lands unknown and void of breath,
  Drawn by the rumour of the Dance of Death.

  From Seine’s cold quays to Ganges’ burning stream,
  The mortal troupes dance onward in a dream;
  They do not see, within the opened sky,
  The Angel’s sinister trumpet raised on high.

  In every clime and under every sun,
  Death laughs at ye, mad mortals, as ye run;
  And oft perfumes herself with myrrh, like ye
  And mingles with your madness, irony!

  A gloriously elegant representation of Lady Death. Dry, bone-white orris, black musk, serpentine patchouli and our murkiest myrrh.

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  Medea Perfume Oil

  Granddaughter of Helios, Hecate’s chosen: Medea was one of the greatest sorceresses of the ancient world. She is the embodiment of ruthless power, indomitable will and furious vengeance. Night-blooming cereus, black orchid, black currant and myrtle leaf enshrouded in the incense of Hecate’s cypress and myrrh, and the dark rage of magickal labdanum and intoxicating poppy.

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  Practical Occultism 2024 Perfume Oil

  Practical Occultism consists, first, of a perfect mastery of the individual’s own spirit. No advance whatever can be made in acquiring power over other spirits, such as controlling the lower or supplicating the higher, until the spirit within has acquired such perfect mastery of itself, that it can never be moved to anger or emotion—realizes no pleasure, cares for no pain; experiences no mortification at insult, loss, or disappointment—in a word, subdues every emotion that stirs common men’s minds.
  
  To arrive at this state, severe and painful as well as long continued discipline is necessary. Having acquired this perfect equilibrium, the next step is power. The individual must be able to wake when he pleases and sleep when he pleases; go in spirit during bodily sleep where he will, and visit—as well as remember when awake—distant scenes.
  
  He must be enabled by practice, to telegraph, mentally, with his fellow associates, and present himself, spiritually, in their midst.
  
  He must, by practice, acquire psychological control over the minds of any persons—not his associates—beneath his own calibre of mind. He must be able to still a crying infant, subdue fierce animals or angry men, and by will, transfer his thought without speech or outward sign to any person of a mental calibre below himself; he must be enabled to summon to his presence elementary spirits, and if he desires to do so (knowing the penalties attached), to make them serve him in the special departments of Nature to which they belong.
  
  He must, by virtue of complete subjugation of his earthly nature, be able to invoke Planetary and even Solar Spirits, and commune with them to a certain degree.
  
  To attain these degrees of power the processes are so difficult that a thorough practical occultist can scarcely become one and yet continue his relations with his fellow-men.
  
  He must continue, from the first to the last degree, a long series of exercises, each one of which must be perfected before another is undertaken.
  
  A practical occultist may be of either sex, but must observe as the first law inviolable chastity—and that with a view of conserving all the virile powers of the organism. No aged person, especially one who has not lived the life of strict chastity, can acquire the full sum of the powers above named. It is better to commence practice in early youth, for after the meridian of life, when the processes of waste prevail over repair, few of the powers above described can be attained; the full sum never.
  
  Strict abstinence from animal food and all stimulants is necessary. Frequent ablutions and long periods of silent contemplation are essential. Codes of exercises for the attainment of these powers can be prescribed, but few, if any, of the self-indulgent livers of modern times can perform their routine.
  
  The arts necessary for study to the practical occultist are, in addition to those prescribed in speculative occultism, a knowledge of the qualities of drugs, vapors, minerals, electricity, perfumes, fumigations, and all kinds of anæsthetics.
  
  And now, having given in brief as much as is consistent with my position—as the former associate of a secret society—I have simply  to add, that, whilst there are, as in Masonry, certain preliminary degrees to pass through, there are numerous others to which a thoroughly well organized and faithful association might advance. In each degree there are some valuable elements of practical occultism demanded, whilst the teachings conveyed are essential preliminaries. In a word, speculative occultism must precede practical occultism; the former is love and wisdom, the latter, simply power.
  
  A Victorian occultist’s incense, invoking the Four Archangels: precious wildcrafted Indian frankincense with myrrh, cassia, sandarac, palmarosa, white sage, red sandalwood, elemi, and drops of star anise bound with grains of kyphi.

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