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  Fairy Bites Perfume Oil

  “It bit me!”
  “What did you expect fairies to do?”
  “I thought they did nice things.
  Like — like granting wishes.”
  “Shows what you know, don’t it?”

  Osmanthus and raw honey with lavender, chamomile, white peppermint, raspberry, honeysuckle, thyme, bergamot, and Dracula orchid.

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  Tombeur Perfume Oil

  There are two types of vampires that humans, and often other vampires, need to be wary of: the Interfectors and the Tombeur.

  The Tombeur, are much more complex in their hunting habits and their perceptions than their Interfector cousins. Like the Interfectors, they perceive their vampirism to be an initiation into a higher state of being and relegate humans to base foodstuffs. Unlike the Interfectors, however, the Tombeur are not straightforward predators, and there is a secondary purpose to their hunt: sexual gratification. They take full advantage of their saliva’s hypnotic and psychotropic effects on humans, the mystique that surrounds vampires, the seemingly unnatural attraction some humans have toward vampires, and the potency of the Tombeurs’ own sexual drive to lure humans into complex carnal relationships that culminate in feeding. They are consummate seducers, and some Tombeur feed, completely and terminally, on their conquests, while others create henchmen that are little more than sex slaves. Neither fate is something we would recommend to any of our readers.

  Deadly and seductive: vanilla-infused sandalwood, blood musk, antique patchouli, vetiver, lavender, bitter almond, amber, and a trickle of Snake Oil.

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  On Work Perfume Oil

  You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
  For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life’s procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.
  When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
  Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?
  Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
  But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth’s furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,
  And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,
  And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life’s inmost secret.
  
  But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.
  You have been told also that life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.
  And I say that life is indeed darkness ‘save when there is urge,
  And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,
  And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,
  And all work is empty save when there is love;
  And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.
  
  And what is it to work with love?
  It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
  It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
  It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.
  It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,
  And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.
  Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, “He who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is nobler than he who ploughs the soil. And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet.”
  But I say, not in sleep but in the overwakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;
  And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.
  
  Work is love made visible.
  And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
  For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man’s hunger.
  And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine. And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man’s ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

  Work is love made visible, so let’s all chip in and do the work. White sandalwood, fig, bourbon vanilla, and angelica.

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  Twilight Perfume Oil

  An enigmatic, otherworldly scent, brimming with power and mystery.

  Lavender and jasmine, with a touch of glowing honeysuckle.

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