The Silver Stream Perfume Oil $32.00
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The Silver Stream Perfume Oil

$32.00

The boy with the dirty face stood up and hugged Coraline tightly. “Take comfort in this,” he whispered. “Th’art alive. Thou livest.”

And in her dream Coraline saw that the sun had set and the stars were twinkling in the darkening sky.

Coraline stood in the meadow, and she watched as the three children (two of them walking, one flying) went away from her across the grass, silver in the light of the huge moon.

The three of them came to a small wooden bridge over a stream. They stopped there and turned and waved, and Coraline waved back.

And what came after was darkness.

Bittersweet: the scent of forgetfulness, peace, and oblivion. Like asphodel petals on moonlit water.

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The Coraline Collection.

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

Neil Gaiman’s Official Site
Neil Gaiman’s Official Online Store
The Official Neil Gaiman Website for Young Readers
Coraline on Facebook

This is a charitable, not-for-profit venture: proceeds from every single bottle go to the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund, which works to preserve and protect the First Amendment rights of the comics community.

Artwork on this page by Vera Brosgol!

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

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