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  Red Perfume Oil

  Red Fraggle is a nonstop whirligig of activity. To her fellow Fraggles, Red is often seen as a flash of crimson racing to her next athletic pursuit. She is Fraggle Rock champion in Tug-of-War, Diving while Singing Backwards, the Blindfolded One-Legged Radish Relay, and a number of other traditional Fraggle sports. She is outgoing, enthusiastic, and athletic, but take note – her impetuosity can get her into real trouble.

  Sporty and energetic: sweet red currant, tangy cranberry, pink musk, and spicy pink pepper.

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  Blood Perfume Oil

  A vital, bold scent, throbbing with sensuality. Essence of dragon’s blood resin, thickened with myrrh and cherry, with a trickle of clove.

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  Exodus 22:21 Perfume Oil

  Do not mistreat or oppress a foreigner, for you were foreigners in Egypt.

  Myrrh, red currant, opoponax, and blackberry.

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  The Rights of Women Perfume Oil

  Yes, injured Woman! rise, assert thy right!
  Woman! too long degraded, scorned, opprest;
  O born to rule in partial Law’s despite,
  Resume thy native empire o’er the breast!

  Go forth arrayed in panoply divine;
  That angel pureness which admits no stain;
  Go, bid proud Man his boasted rule resign,
  And kiss the golden sceptre of thy reign.

  Go, gird thyself with grace; collect thy store
  Of bright artillery glancing from afar;
  Soft melting tones thy thundering cannon’s roar,
  Blushes and fears thy magazine of war.

  Thy rights are empire: urge no meaner claim, –
  Felt, not defined, and if debated, lost;
  Like sacred mysteries, which withheld from fame,
  Shunning discussion, are revered the most.

  Try all that wit and art suggest to bend
  Of thy imperial foe the stubborn knee;
  Make treacherous Man thy subject, not thy friend;
  Thou mayst command, but never canst be free.

  Awe the licentious, and restrain the rude;
  Soften the sullen, clear the cloudy brow:
  Be, more than princes’ gifts, thy favours sued; –
  She hazards all, who will the least allow.

  But hope not, courted idol of mankind,
  On this proud eminence secure to stay;
  Subduing and subdued, thou soon shalt find
  Thy coldness soften, and thy pride give way.

  Then, then, abandon each ambitious thought,
  Conquest or rule thy heart shall feebly move,
  In Nature’s school, by her soft maxims taught,
  That separate rights are lost in mutual love.
  – Anna Lætitia Barbauld

  Too long degraded, scorned, opprest: a bold, strident red chypre with sweet wild patchouli, bourbon vanilla, Tunisian neroli, tuberose, warm red currant, strawberry, and red labdanum.

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