$4.60 – $19.75
The World Ash. Nine woods, nine leaves, and three herbs each for Ratatosk and Vidofnir, with three final herbs to placate Nidhogg.
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
– August 21, 2018
this smelled very herbal when i first put it on but it dried down to a fresher scent with hints of wood and herbs, etc. I found that it was very light on me after it dried down, It’s pleasant and interesting without being overwhelming
– September 6, 2017
smells wonderfully like fresh cut Birch tree ( the species you make birch beer from)
– March 12, 2017
Wow, weird and super interesting! It’s very herby and it kind of reminds me of Tiger Balm, but not hot. All cold. I really like this.
– November 4, 2014
Purchased this at Dragoncon because I was looking for an oil similar to a perfume I had tried but decided not to buy elsewhere. A delicious woodsy smell with a sharp mint edge, fades to a lovely soft moss scent. Reminds me of a forest after rainfall.
– September 10, 2014
I thought this was awful at first. On aplication this was pure mouthwash on me – yuck! BUT, once it had time to dry down it became very interesting – flowers and woods with lots of cedar. Very pleasant and fresh.
– June 14, 2014
Ah I love the story of Yggdrasil! It has such great imagery. In the bottle this was beautiful, woody and herbal with a hint of sweetness(which I believe was the spearemint-like scent of the birch) Wet on my skin it kept changing one moment I could smell birch, the next it was earthy herbals and woods. In the end when it was dry though all I could smell was cedar. Which is a nice enough smell but I literally smelled like a cedar trunk. Boo for body chemistry *sigh* otherwise this would have been perfect.
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‘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.
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.
Evocative of the sea’s unplumbed mysteries. Gentle and lovely, but menacing and profound. Coconut, Florentine iris, hazelnut and opalescent white musk.
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.