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  Lucy’s Kiss Perfume Oil

  Created to represent the essence of Bram Stoker’s tragic heroine, Lucy Westenra. Seductive, wanton and deadly, but underscored with a soft, wistful innocense. The gentle scent of rose and a blend of Victorian spices

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  La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente Perfume Oil

  My limbs are wasted with a flame,
  My feet are sore with traveling,
  For, calling on my Lady’s name,
  My lips have now forgot to sing.

  O Linnet in the wild-rose brake
  Strain for my Love thy melody,
  O Lark sing louder for love’s sake,
  My gentle Lady passeth by.

  She is too fair for any man
  To see or hold his heart’s delight,
  Fairer than Queen or courtesan
  Or moonlit water in the night.

  Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,
  (Green leaves upon her golden hair!)
  Green grasses through the yellow sheaves
  Of autumn corn are not more fair.

  Her little lips, more made to kiss
  Than to cry bitterly for pain,
  Are tremulous as brook-water is,
  Or roses after evening rain.

  Her neck is like white melilote
  Flushing for pleasure of the sun,
  The throbbing of the linnet’s throat
  Is not so sweet to look upon.

  As a pomegranate, cut in twain,
  White-seeded, is her crimson mouth,
  Her cheeks are as the fading stain
  Where the peach reddens to the south.

  O twining hands! O delicate
  White body made for love and pain!
  O House of love! O desolate
  Pale flower beaten by the rain!

  Soft, lush myrtle and dry, sweet melilot with wild rose, pomegranate juice and peach blossom against a background of deep aquatic notes and a twirl of melancholy autumn breezes.

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  Kubla Khan Perfume Oil

  In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
  A stately pleasure-dome decree:
  Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
  Through caverns measureless to man
  Down to a sunless sea.

  So twice five miles of fertile ground
  With walls and towers were girdled round:
  And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
  Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
  And here were forests ancient as the hills,
  Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
  But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
  Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
  A savage place! as holy and enchanted
  As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
  By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
  And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
  As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
  A mighty fountain momently was forced:
  Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
  Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
  Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
  And ‘mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
  It flung up momently the sacred river.
  Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
  Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
  Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
  And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
  And ‘mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
  Ancestral voices prophesying war!

  The shadow of the dome of pleasure
  Floated midway on the waves;
  Where was heard the mingled measure
  From the fountain and the caves.
  It was a miracle of rare device,
  A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

  A damsel with a dulcimer
  In a vision once I saw:
  It was an Abyssinian maid,
  And on her dulcimer she played,
  Singing of Mount Abora.
  Could I revive within me
  Her symphony and song,
  To such a deep delight ‘twould win me
  That with music loud and long
  I would build that dome in air,
  That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
  And all who heard should see them there,
  And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
  His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
  Weave a circle round him thrice,
  And close your eyes with holy dread,
  For he on honey-dew hath fed
  And drunk the milk of Paradise.

  Through sunlit caves of ice, roses unfurl amidst dancing waves of serpentine opium smoke and amber tobacco, golden sandalwood, champaca, tea leaf, sugared lily, ginger, rich hay absolute, leather, dark vanilla, mandarin, peru balsam, and Moroccan jasmine.

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  Othello Perfume Oil

  Arabian musk with two roses and a bevy of Middle Eastern and Indian spices.

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