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  The Kangaroo Perfume Oil

  Kanagaroo, Kangaroo!
  Thou Spirit of Australia,
  That redeems from utter failure,
  From perfect desolation,
  And warrants the creation
  Of this fifth part of the Earth,
  Which would seem an after-birth,
  Not conceiv’d in the Beginning
  (For GOD bless’d His work at first,
  And saw that it was good),
  But emerg’d at the first sinning,
  When the ground was therefore curst; —
  And hence this barren wood!

  Kangaroo, Kangaroo!
  Tho’ at first sight we should say,
  In thy nature that there may
  Contradiction be involv’d,
  Yet, like discord well resolv’d,
  It is quickly harmonized.
  Sphynx or mermaid realiz’d,
  Or centaur unfabulous,
  Would scarce be more prodigious,
  Or Pegasus poetical,
  Or hippogriff — chimeras all!
  But, what Nature would compile,
  Nature knows to reconcile;
  And Wisdom, ever at her side,
  Of all her children’s justified.

  She had made the squirrel fragile;
  She had made the bounding hart;
  But a third so strong and agile
  Was beyond ev’n Nature’s art;
  So she join’d the former two
  In thee, Kangaroo!
  To describe thee, it is hard:
  Converse of the camélopard,
  Which beginneth camel-wise,
  But endeth of the panther size,
  Thy fore half, it would appear,
  Had belong’d to some “small deer,”
  Such as liveth in a tree;
  By thy hinder, thou should’st be
  A large animal of chace,
  Bounding o’er the forest’s space; —
  Join’d by some divine mistake,
  None but Nature’s hand can make —
  Nature, in her wisdom’s play,
  On Creation’s holiday.

  For howsoe’er anomalous,
  Thou yet art not incongruous,
  Repugnant or preposterous.
  Better-proportion’d animal,
  More graceful or ethereal,
  Was never follow’d by the hound,
  With fifty steps to thy one bound.
  Thou can’st not be amended: no;
  Be as thou art; thou best art so.

  When sooty swans are once more rare,
  And duck-moles the Museum’s care,
  Be still the glory of this land,
  Happiest Work of finest Hand!
  – Barron Field

  Wild grass, mosses, lemon myrtle, cinnamon myrtle, and bush nut.

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  Black Haüs Perfume Oil

  Shades drift through a crumbling manor. Fragrant winds chill the lifeless rooms. A skittering in the darkness.

  Overgrown ivy creeping through a neglected lavender patch, a whiff of long-forgotten cologne, indigo oudh, mahogany, and teakwood, ti leaf, ectoplasmic musk, and aged leather.

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  Imp Pack: Moss Perfume Oil

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

  – Bayou
  Spanish moss, evergreen and cypress with watery blue-green notes and an eddy of hothouse flowers and swamp blooms.

  – Bruised Violet Compound
  Crushed violets, red currant, patchouli root and spanish moss.

  – Caterpillar
  Heavy incense notes waft lazily through a mix of carnation, jasmine, bergamot, and neroli over a lush bed of dark mosses, iris blossom, deep patchouli and indolent vetiver.

  – Fae
  A brilliant, ethereal scent: white musk, bergamot, heliotrope, peach and oakmoss.

  –Jazz Funeral
  Bittersweet bay rum, bourbon, and a host of funeral flowers with a touch of graveyard dirt, magnolia and Spanish Moss.

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  The Great and Titled Dead Perfume Oil

  In this solitude, having just listened to so strange a story, connected, as it was, with the great and titled dead, whose monuments were moldering among the dust and ivy round us, and every incident of which bore so awfully upon my own mysterious case—in this haunted spot, darkened by the towering foliage that rose on every side, dense and high above its noiseless walls—a horror began to steal over me, and my heart sank as I thought that my friends were, after all, not about to enter and disturb this triste and ominous scene.

  The haunted stillness of a long-decayed cemetery plot choked by ivy and wild blackberry thorns.

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