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  Troll Perfume Oil

  They call me Troll;
  Gnawer of the Moon,
  Giant of the Gale-blasts,
  Curse of the rain-hall,
  Companion of the Sibyl,
  Nightroaming hag,
  Swallower of the loaf of heaven.
  What is a Troll but that?

  A lurching, hateful, bitter scent. This is a gruesome blend of ghastly greens and blacks: vetiver, pine pitch, troll musk, black basil, clove smoke, and scorched cumin.

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  Blood Kiss

  Lush, creamy vanilla and the honey of the sweetest kiss smeared with the vital throb of husky clove, swollen red cherries, but darkened with the vampiric sensuality of vetiver, soporific poppy and blood red wine, and a skin-light pulse of feral musk.

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  Leave Her, Johnny Perfume Oil

  Oh the times are hard and the wages low
  Leave her, Johnny, leave her
  Oh the times are hard and the wages low
  And it’s time for us to leave her.

  Oh my old mother she wrote to me
  ‘My dear son, come home from sea.’

  It was rotten meat and weevilly bread
  ‘You’ll eat or starve,’ the Old Man said.

  I thought I heard the Old Man say
  ‘You can go ashore and collect your pay.’

  It’s time for us to say goodbye
  For the old pierhead is drawing nigh.

  Leave her, Johnny, leave her
  Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her
  The voyage is done and the winds don’t blow
  And it’s time for us to leave her.

  A sailor’s love song to her ship: Laotian oud, white cedarwood, sweet black patchouli, spiced rum, blackened fig, and coconut.

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  Samhain Perfume Oil

  Truly the scent of autumn itself — damp woods, fir needle, and black patchouli with the gentlest touches of warm pumpkin, clove, nutmeg, allspice, sweet red apple and mullein.

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