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  Persephone Perfume Oil

  Daughter of Jove, almighty and divine, come, blessed queen, and to these rites incline:
  Only-begotten, Pluto’s honor’d wife, O venerable Goddess, source of life:
  ‘Tis thine in earth’s profundities to dwell, fast by the wide and dismal gates of hell:
  Jove’s holy offspring, of a beauteous mien, Praxidike, with lovely locks, infernal queen:
  Source of the Eumenides, whose blest frame proceeds from Jove’s ineffable and secret seeds:
  Mother of Eubouleos, Sonorous, divine, and many-form’d, the parent of the vine:
  The dancing Horai attend thee, essence bright, all-ruling virgin, bearing heav’nly light:
  Illustrious, horned, of a bounteous mind, alone desir’d by those of mortal kind.
  O, vernal queen, whom grassy plains delight, sweet to the smell, and pleasing to the sight:
  Whose holy form in budding fruits we view, Earth’s vig’rous offspring of a various hue:
  Espous’d in Autumn: life and death alone to wretched mortals from thy power is known:
  For thine the task according to thy will, life to produce, and all that lives to kill.
  Hear, blessed Goddess, send a rich increase of various fruits from earth, with lovely Peace;
  Send Health with gentle hand, and crown my life with blest abundance, free from noisy strife;
  Last in extreme old age the prey of Death, dismiss we willing to the realms beneath,
  To thy fair palace, and the blissful plains where happy spirits dwell, and Pluto reigns.

  Pomegranate and rose.

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  Marcilla Perfume Oil

  Blue lilac, lily of the valley, golden musk, beeswax, white ginger, bergamot, green tea, and nectarine.

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  The Lady of Shalott Perfume Oil

  Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
  Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
  Till her blood was frozen slowly,
  And her eyes were darkened wholly,
  Turn’d to tower’d Camelot.
  For ere she reach’d upon the tide
  The first house by the water-side,
  Singing in her song she died,
  The Lady of Shalott.

  The scent of calm waters just before a raging storm, limned with achingly-beautiful blooms, an icy scent, but somehow warm, and mirror-bright: bold gardenia, crystalline musk, muguet, water blossoms, clear, slightly tart aquatic notes and a crush of white ginger.

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  Tiresias, The Androgyne Perfume Oil

  Upon the next stage, a spotlight is focused on a mammoth bronze sculpture of two snakes entwined. Their bodies are wrapped around each other in an intimate embrace, and their tongues touch suggestively. The deep, somber boom of a standing bass leads into a twelve-string guitar’s plaintive moan, and as the music swells, a stunning, statuesque woman steps out from behind the statue, her fierce and regal face in profile. The spotlight dims to a deep amber-red, and shines a dark, sanguine light onto her, tinting her long, wild hair the color of blood. She sings:

  Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless.
  Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless.
  Little white flowers will never awaken you,
  Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you.
  Angels have no thought of ever returning you.
  Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
  Gloomy Sunday.

  She turns, and abruptly faces left. Her features are coarser, more masculine, and you notice the rough, dusky shadow of an evening beard on the singer’s face. On this side, the hair is cropped short, and as s/he sighs and begins the next verse, you hear the voice deepen to a weathered, sorrowful baritone.

  Gloomy is Sunday; with shadows I spend it all.
  My heart and I have decided to end it all.
  Soon there’ll be candles and prayers that are sad, I know.
  Death is no dream, for in death I’m caressing you.
  With the last breath of my soul I’ll be blessing you.
  Gloomy Sunday.

  The singer turns to face the audience, and your senses reel. On the left side, the features are sharp, but feminine. You can see the curve of her breast, the soft fullness of her hips, the arch of her fine brow. On the right, it is the body of an Adonis, muscular and commanding. You see that a thick seam runs down the center of the body, stitched roughly.

  Though the vision is disconcerting, the warmth and passion in the singer’s voice swells inside your heart, and you are spellbound. Enraptured, you realize that though the gender is opposed on either side, one soul binds the whole.

  Dark, moody, and bittersweet: black currant, patchouli, tobacco, cinnamon leaf, caramel, muguet, and red sandalwood.

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