Squirting Cucumber Perfume Oil $6.25 – $25.00
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Squirting Cucumber Perfume Oil

$6.25 – $25.00

Yikes! A spurt of wet, grassy greenness.

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Rappaccini’s Garden

Ascending to his chamber, he seated himself near the window, but within the shadow thrown by the depth of the wall, so that he could look down into the garden with little risk of being discovered. All beneath his eye was a solitude. The strange plants were basking in the sunshine, and now and then nodding gently to one another, as if in acknowledgment of sympathy and kindred.

PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.

It goes without saying that the Rappaccini’s Garden and Apiary scents do not truly contain poisonous plant materials. Artistic license, my friend. Artistic license.

Reviews

  1. Goomba –

    Smells amazing, and perfectly like slightly sweet cucumber. Seems to fade quickly though: hopefully will get stronger over time, or maybe it’s my skin chemistry that weakens it.

  2. maureen_edelman –

    I bought an imp of this, and I will be purchasing a full size. I love this scent. It’s the perfect green scent for spring/summer. It reminds me a bit of Tranquil Breezes by VS from days gone by.

  3. Danielle –

    This smells exactly like the description…fresh cut cucumbers. That’s it. Nothing more interesting occurs in the dry down, just cucumbers.Furthermore, it is very light and disappears within a few brief hours. If smelling like cucumbers is your thing then you’ll love this fragrance, but I was unimpressed.

  4. Julie –

    The most intensely GREEN scent I have ever experienced. Fresh cut GREENS, height of spring in liquid form, almost but not quite citrusy in its intensity. Really and truly, just GREEN!!!

    I love spring smells, but have hayfever allergies. I keep sniffing, expecting the headache that usually accompanies the delicious green smells, and nothing – just deliciousness!

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  • The Black Tower Perfume Oil

    Say that the men of the old black tower,
    Though they but feed as the goatherd feeds,
    Their money spent, their wine gone sour,
    Lack nothing that a soldier needs,
    That all are oath-bound men:
    Those banners come not in.

    There in the tomb stand the dead upright,
    But winds come up from the shore:
    They shake when the winds roar,
    Old bones upon the mountain shake.

    Those banners come to bribe or threaten,
    Or whisper that a man’s a fool
    Who, when his own right king’s forgotten,
    Cares what king sets up his rule.
    If he died long ago
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    But wind comes up from the shore:
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    Old bones upon the mountain shake.

    The tower’s old cook that must climb and clamber
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    They shake when the winds roar,
    Old bones upon the mountain shake.

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