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  Dana O’Shee Perfume Oil

  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.

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  Horreur Sympathique Perfume Oil

  From livid skies that, without end,
  As stormy as your future roll,
  What thoughts into your empty soul
  (Answer me, libertine!) descend?

  – Insatiable yet for all
  That turns on darkness, doom, or dice,
  I’ll not, like Ovid, mourn my fall,
  Chased from the Latin paradise.

  Skies, torn like seacoasts by the storm!
  In you I see my pride take form,
  And the huge clouds that rush in streams

  Are the black hearses of my dreams,
  And your red rays reflect the hell,
  In which my heart is pleased to dwell.

  The perfume of a hellbound soul, gleefully lost to iniquity: blood musk, golden honey, thick black wine, champagne grapes, tobacco flower, plum blossom, tonka bean, oakmoss, carnation, benzoin, opoponax, and sugar cane.

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  Bien Loin D’Ici Perfume Oil

  This is the house, the sacred box,
  Where, always draped in languorous frocks,
  And always at home if someone knocks,

  One elbow into the pillow pressed,
  She lies, and lazily fans her breast,
  While fountains weep their soulfullest:

  This is the chamber of Dorothy.
  Fountain and breeze for her alone
  Sob in that soothing undertone.
  Was ever so spoiled a harlot known?

  With odorous oils and rosemary,
  Benzoin and every unguent grown,
  Her skin is rubbed most delicately.
  The flowers are faint with ecstasy.

  The Scarlet Woman, aglow with sensual indolence: red musk, benzoin, caramel accord, golden honey, and spiced Moroccan unguents.

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  Bard Perfume Oil

  A ridiculously charismatic blend of bay rum, honey, and white musk mingling with the scent of harp wood and lute strings and the twang of horn brass.

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