The ParaNorman Collection
Scents based on Laika’s ParaNorman film.
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
Because of the nature of this project, imps are not available for any ParaNorman scents.
Norman’s Grandma Perfume Oil
$30.00
Norman’s Grandma Perfume Oil
$30.00
A soft, ethereal scent suffused with gentle comfort. A remembrance of tea roses, lilacs, and soothing hugs.
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Out of Stock This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageMy 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.
Nuri –
I’ll admit that when I first smelt this I started to cry, which was a completely unexpected result. My late grandmother grew lilacs and wore a lilac based perfume (I’m not sure the name) and when I first smelt the bottle all I could smell was lilacs which made me think of her and I couldn’t help but shed a tear. This is a soft ethereal, slightly sweet floral, that is just lovely and light and feminine. Every time I wear it I feel pretty and think of my grandmother which makes me happy.