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  Queen Alice Perfume Oil

  At this moment the door was flung open, and a shrill voice was heard singing: 

  ‘To the Looking-Glass world it was Alice that said
  “I’ve a sceptre in hand, I’ve a crown on my head.
  Let the Looking-Glass creatures, whatever they be
  Come and dine with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me!”‘
  And hundreds of voices joined in the chorus: 
  ‘Then fill up the glasses as quick as you can,
  And sprinkle the table with buttons and bran:
  Put cats in the coffee, and mice in the tea —
  And welcome Queen Alice with thirty-times-three!’

  Then followed a confused noise of cheering, and Alice thought to herself `Thirty times three makes ninety. I wonder if any one’s counting?’ In a minute there was silence again, and the same shrill voice sang another verse: 

  ‘”O Looking-Glass creatures,” quoth Alice, “draw near!
  ‘Tis an honour to see me, a favour to hear:
  ‘Tis a privilege high to have dinner and tea
  Along with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me!”‘
  Then came the chorus again: 
  ‘Then fill up the glasses with treacle and ink,
  Or anything else that is pleasant to drink:
  Mix sand with the cider, and wool with the wine —
  And welcome Queen Alice with ninety-times-nine!’

  Carnation, posies, and white amber with a hint of inky treacle, sandy cider, and wooly wine.

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  Caterpillar Perfume Oil

  Heavy incense notes waft lazily through a mix of carnation, jasmine, bergamot, and neroli over a lush bed of dark mosses, iris blossom, deep patchouli and indolent vetiver.

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  Horreur Sympathique Perfume Oil

  From livid skies that, without end,
  As stormy as your future roll,
  What thoughts into your empty soul
  (Answer me, libertine!) descend?

  – Insatiable yet for all
  That turns on darkness, doom, or dice,
  I’ll not, like Ovid, mourn my fall,
  Chased from the Latin paradise.

  Skies, torn like seacoasts by the storm!
  In you I see my pride take form,
  And the huge clouds that rush in streams

  Are the black hearses of my dreams,
  And your red rays reflect the hell,
  In which my heart is pleased to dwell.

  The perfume of a hellbound soul, gleefully lost to iniquity: blood musk, golden honey, thick black wine, champagne grapes, tobacco flower, plum blossom, tonka bean, oakmoss, carnation, benzoin, opoponax, and sugar cane.

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  A-Rovin’ Perfume Oil

  In Amsterdam there dwells a maid
  Maid of Amsterdam

  In Amsterdam there dwells a maid
  Mark well what do I say
  In Amsterdam there dwells a maid
  And she is mistress of her trade

  I’ll go no more a-rovin’ with you fair maid
  A-roving, A-roving, since roving’s been my ruin
  I’ll go no more a-roving with you fair maid

  A perfume for mistresses and masters of a very specific trade: sultry red musk, heady jasmine, tobacco leaf, red sandalwood, hay sugar, golden honey, sweet carnations, and warm leather.

  Proceeds from the sale of this scent benefit Decriminalize Sex Work, a national organization pursuing a state-by-state strategy to end the prohibition of consensual adult prostitution in the United States. “We work with local organizations, advocates, and lobbyists to build community support and convince legislators to stop prostitution-related arrests. Evidence shows that decriminalizing sex work will help end human trafficking, improve public health, and promote community safety.”

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