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  Gloomy and bare the organ-loft,
  Bent-backed and blind the organist.
  From rafters looming shadowy,
  From the pipes’ tuneful company,
  Drifted together drowsily,
  Innumerable, formless, dim,
  The ghosts of long-dead melodies,
  Of anthems, stately, thunderous,
  Of Kyries shrill and tremulous:
  In melancholy drowsy-sweet
  They huddled there in harmony.
  Like bats at noontide rafter-hung.
  – Robert Graves

  Sheets of white musk and lavender curling around a melancholy song of violet root, iris, neroli, and honeysuckle.

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  Skyborn Perfume Oil

  “The Overlight, we called it.
  and it is by its colored rays that you will
  know your power, oh Skyborn child”

  An otherworldly, iridescent shine, casked on-site at the Manifold Elixarium: opalescent lavenderine, sheer white musk, wild bergamot, iris and white amber drifting on a pale cloud of Hearthwood Ash.

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  And With My Spade I Delfe My Landys Perfume Oil

  On winter’s day, some chop wood, some prune the garden, some go to market, and others warm themselves by the fire.

   

  A scent of budding life bursting through sleet and frost: snow-capped golden amber with snowdrop, winter gardenia, hellebore, and iris.

  
  Proceeds from the sale of this scent benefit NARAL, who fights for reproductive rights, supports paid parental leave, and lobbies against pregnancy discrimination.

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  Bouquet With Skull and Coins Perfume Oil

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  A cluster of blossoms and sheer glassy musk tinkling with gold and silver.

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