Bewitching Brews
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
$6.25 – $25.00
A bawdy, gleefully wicked and unruly scent: Kentucky Bourbon, sugar and a sprig of mint.
Bewitching Brews
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
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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.
True, perfect golden light, refined into an incomparably glorious scent.
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.
A disconcerting scent, heavy and oppressive, through which no light, no matter, and no spirit can escape. Black opium, labdanum, opoponax, black orchid, and benzoin.
s_wescott –
I was really looking forward to this scent, because the description is actually one of my favorite drinks. And it smelled really nice when wet. It was dark, dry, and the mint was nice and cool. Unfortunately, it dried down to straight baby powder.
xaglow –
The mint is more apparent in this one when it is wet, but is wonderfully hinted at when dry. The sugar and bourbon are nice when it dries also. Its dark, very warm. I just haven’t figured out when or where to wear this one…
jessecake –
I don’t know why, but Juke Joint reminds me of some cute old lady that kept her baby powder jar next to her perfume bottle for many many years.
Now the baby powder will forever possess some of the perfume scent.
It’s not bad, just not something I would wear.