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  Crossroads Perfume Oil

  The forks of the road: an in-between place, sacred and tangibly magickal in innumerable cultures and faiths. This scent is dark with mystery, taut with power. A chill twilit garden of blooms over dry earth and mosses, heavily laden with incense and offertory herbs.

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  Worm Moon 2019 Perfume Oil

  Do not smirk as a hearse goes by,

  For you may be the next to die.

  They wrap you up in a big white sheet

  And throw you down six feet deep.

  They put you in a big black box,

  And cover you up with dirt and rocks.

  All goes well for a week or two,

  Then things start changing; all is new.

  The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,

  The worms play pinochle on your snout.

  A big green worm with rolling eyes,

  Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes.

  Til your blood turns mossy green

  And oozes out like Devonshire cream.

  Worm Moon marks the season of rains, when the worms scuttle forth, aerating the earth with their movements and enriching the soil by digesting waste in organic material, which creates organic fertilizer. Pink and wriggling globs of grapefruit syrup clotted with congealed moss-green blood, rotting coffin wood spattered with soil, rusting coffin nails, a shard of bone, decomposing organic matter, and a gruesome burst of overripe blackberries.

  
  
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  Artwork by Caldecott-winning illustrator and author and all-around amazing human being and bestest of friends, Dan Santat.

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  Baba Yaga Perfume Oil

  Then suddenly the wood became full of a terrible noise; the trees began to groan, the branches to creak and the dry leaves to rustle, and the Baba Yaga came flying from the forest. She was riding in a great iron mortar and driving it with the pestle, and as she came she swept away her trail behind her with a kitchen broom.

  Spell-soaked herbs and flowers, cold iron, broom twigs, bundles of moss and patchouli root, and moth dust.

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  The Stormhold Perfume Oil

  The Stormhold had been carved out of the peak of Mount Huon by the first lord of Stormhold, who reigned at the end of the First Age and into the beginning of the Second. It had been expanded, improved upon, excavated and tunneled into by successive Masters of Stormhold, until the original mountain peak now raked the sky like the ornately carved tusk of some great, grey, granite beast. The Stormhold itself was perched high in the sky, where the thunder clouds gathered before they went down to the lower air, spilling rain and lightning and devastation upon the place beneath.

  Creeping moss, slick granite, murky vetiver, lightning-charged ozone, and icy rain.

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