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The Tibetan goddess of love and wealth. Her scent is a harmonious, sweet, enchanting blend of three lotus blooms and three roses.
Est deus in nobis.
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial..
– April 2, 2018
Roses? Lotus? This smells like a candied apple on me. Delicious and lovely, completely edible. Very wholesome and good too. Something hopeful and new. I will order a big bottle and hoard it as I should have hoarded Jabberwocky. It is a treasure.
– March 31, 2017
I received this as a freebie with all the other imps I purchased. The moment I opened it I was immediately transported back to being a child at Vanna’s Pumpkinland (a seasonal Halloween themed pumpkin farm) in their gift shop digging around for wearable witch fingers out of the bins. I was trying to find matching ones. Why this scent brought out that memory I can’t understand but I was very happy that day. Now I’m happy I discovered this.
– March 3, 2017
This stuff makes me feel like a goshdarn Queen. Big bottle for sure.
– September 26, 2015
As described, amazingly sweet roses. I seem to love all bpal rose oils. This one is just as lovely as the others. Almost like a tea rose on me. Timeless.
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A potent, enticing love formula, favored among Louisiana courtesans.
The scent of sacred incense swirling up the steep slopes to Swayambhunath Stupa. Saffron, blessed sandalwood, Himalayan cedar and the miraculous lotus of the Buddha with chiuri bark and Nepalese spices.
When he is with the lover, both cease from their pain, but when he is away then he longs as he is longed for, and has love’s image, Anteros lodging in his breast, which he calls and believes to be not love but friendship only, and his desire is as the desire of the other, but weaker; he wants to see him, touch him, kiss him, embrace him, and probably not long afterwards his desire is accomplished.
The God of Love Returned and avenger of unrequited love, Anteros is Eros’ brother – one of the Twin Cupids – and was given to Eros by his mother, for without reciprocal affection, love will wither. He wields lead arrows and a hammer of gold, and he wields his weapons to inspire mutual ardor and smite those who spurn love. His scent pierces the heart with glimmering shards of rapture and the sweet ache of passion: throbbing red musk and shimmering chypre with saffron, sweet patchouli, Italian bergamot, red currant, and vanilla bean.
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.