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The Corn Spirit Perfume Oil
$29.00
The Corn Spirit Perfume Oil
$29.00
The Corn Spirit is supposed to take the form of a cat, and in some places in Germany children have been warned not to go into the corn-fields because ‘The cat sits there.’ In Silesia the reaper who cuts the last corn is called the ‘Tom-cat’ and is dressed up in rye-stalks, wearing a long plaited tail.
Rye stalks, corn husks, hay absolute, tilled soil, and German chamomile.
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