Bewitching Brews
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
$5.75 – $23.00
Earth sorceress and mother of Mordred, she is, in essence, the harbinger of King Arthur’s doom and the downfall of Camelot. She is a sister, or sister-self, to Morgan Le Fay. A bouquet of five night-blooming flowers deepened by dusky violet, purple fruits and the barest breath of medieval incenses.
Bewitching Brews
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
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Arrr! Avast ye, matey! This be the scent of pirate rum!
‘Tis said that when
The hands of men
Tamed this primeval wood,
And hoary trees with groans of woe,
Like warriors by an unknown foe,
Were in their strength subdued,
The virgin Earth Gave instant birth
To springs that ne’er did flow
That in the sun Did rivulets run,
And all around rare flowers did blow
The wild rose pale Perfumed the gale
And the queenly lily adown the dale
(Whom the sun and the dew
And the winds did woo),
With the gourd and the grape luxuriant grew.
So when in tears
The love of years
Is wasted like the snow,
And the fine fibrils of its life
By the rude wrong of instant strife
Are broken at a blow
Within the heart
Do springs upstart
Of which it doth now know,
And strange, sweet dreams,
Like silent streams
That from new fountains overflow,
With the earlier tide
Of rivers glide
Deep in the heart whose hope has died —
Quenching the fires its ashes hide, —
Its ashes, whence will spring and grow
Sweet flowers, ere long,
The rare and radiant flowers of song!
A sunlit ancient forest, dotted with wild roses, grape vine, and queenly lilies, clothed in swirls of opium smoke.
This haunting, exotic scent is named in honor of the shapeshifting demons from Hindu mythology. Sandalwood with rose and patchouli.
Though thy slumber may be deep,
Yet thy spirit shall not sleep;
There are shades which will not vanish,
There are thoughts thou canst not banish;
By a power to thee unknown,
Thou canst never be alone;
Thou art wrapt as with a shroud,
Thou art gather’d in a cloud;
And for ever shalt thou dwell
In the spirit of this spell.
A profound and entrancing potion. Deep, wispy, and unfathomably dark: vetiver, dark woods, crumbling and burnt black sandalwood and a drop of lemon rind.
amboland90 –
Wet: floral, fruity, but deep, not saccharine, and there’s a tiny bit of something I can’t quite place
Just Dry: Fruit faded back, leaving a sweetened but deep floral, and a smoky resinous note is rising.
Later: Deep smoky floral, slight hint of sweetness
Claire –
A very sweet, floral scent. I can just make out a touch of incense. It maintains that sweetness as it wears, so I’d say if you’re looking for a sweet floral this is a great choice.
artimisia –
This is a very flowey floral. Don’t be fooled by the product description. There’s nothing dark about this scent. It’s a very strong, long-lasting perfume that smells like a flower garden. Basically, this is a love it or hate it deal. If you’re the type that enjoys florals then you’ll go gaga over this one. But if florals don’t always work on you, then I’d steer clear.
Gloame –
This is a lovely dark floral scent. It’s heavy, and unlike other rose florals, it doesn’t go powdery on me. There’s an undercurrent of something tart and a little sweet. It doesn’t bring to mind any specific purple fruit to me, but it is enough fruit to balance the floral. It reminds me of old books and the Victorian era.