Anesthesia Perfume Oil $32.00
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Anesthesia Perfume Oil

$32.00

‘Ratty!’ said the girl in something between a squeak and a horrified swallow. She had a large, water-stained red button pinned to her ragged clothes, the kind that comes attached to birthday cards. It said, in yellow letters, I AM 11.

A scent that slips through the cracks: peppermint, lavender, bergamot, and mandrake.

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The Neverwhere Collection.

This series is based on the characters, locations, and ideas found within the pages of Neil Gaiman’s novel, ‘Neverwhere’.

Neil Gaiman’s Official Site
Neil Gaiman’s Official Online Store

This is a charitable, not-for-profit venture: proceeds from every single bottle go to the National Coalition Against Censorship, which works to preserve and protect the First Amendment rights of the comics community.

Artwork on this page by Enrique Alcatena!

PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary glass vial.
Because of the nature of this project, imps are not available for any Neverwhere scents.

Reviews

  1. Hellokoi –

    Equal parts peppermint and sweet, creamy lavender. I don’t like this as a perfume, but I like it as an aromatherapy sleep scent (like a minty TKO) and used in an oil diffuser, as it’s cooling and relaxing.

  2. Wren12 –

    This scent is, quite frankly, amazing.

    It opens with a hugely minty, very slightly citrus blast, which actually causes an exquisite cooling sensation to the skin. The mint is effervescent as it blends with the sharp citrusy tang of sour orange.

    In this blend the mint is mind be singly strong and has lovely staying power. As the sparkly effervescence of the bergamot fades the sharpness of a lovely herbal lavender takes over the mid notes and provides a calming, soothing heart to the blend. This amazing blend is provided a deep base, herbal and e artsy, which grounds the higher pitched mid and top notes.

    This is a perfect fragrance for a summer day, or to sooth one to sleep on a hot and humid night.

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