$5.75 – $23.00
Valuable in relieving the vapors and in reversing depraved conditions of the system. Doc Constantine’s tonics will make you happy, hale, and hearty.
Sassafras, vanilla extract, oak leaf, CO2 butter extract and onycha.
Doc Constantine’s Pharmacopoeia
Doc Constantine Cures What Ails Ye!
Curious catholicons that will correct your most confounding complaints!
Do not be fooled by medical mesmerists! Doc Constantine’s cure-alls are the One True Solution to all life (and undeath’s) ills!
Doc Constantine’s label illustrations were hand-drawn by the inimitable Madame Talbot.
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PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
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Vast talons, foul with human flesh, there grew
In place of hands, and features livid blue
Glar’d in her visage; while the obscene waist
Warm skins of human victims close embraced.
The blue faced hag of the British Hills. She lives in the Dane Hills, Leicestershire, in a cave called Black Annis’ Bower Close, which she dug out of rock with her own iron-strong claws. Dozens of huge cats prowl the Bower with her, and it is guarded by a great pollarded oak in which she hides so that she may catch lambs and small children to eat. She carries her victims back to her cave, where she flays them alive before devouring them. She drapes their skins on her guardian oak to dry. Her skirt is fashioned from the skins of her prey, and her bed is a high-piled bed of their bones.
Black Annis’ perfume is a mixture of damp cave lichen and oak leaf with a hint of vetiver, civet and anise.
Sassafras and smoke for black vulture feathers, and King mandarin and red musk for the deep red-orange of the vulture’s face. Blue lilac and chamomile / opoponax and vetiver for the blue and black of her eyes. Vanilla bean and fig represent her innate goodness and instinctive kindness.
Wednesday guided his wolf—now a huge and charcoal-gray beast with green eyes—over to Shadow. Shadow’s mount caracoled away from it, and Shadow stroked its neck and told it not to be afraid. Its tiger tail swished, aggressively. It occurred to Shadow that there was another wolf, a twin to the one that Wednesday was riding, keeping pace with them in the sand dunes, just a moment out of sight.
“Do you know me, Shadow?” said Wednesday. He rode his wolf with his head high. His right eye glittered and flashed, his left eye was dull. He wore a cloak with a deep, monklike cowl, and his face stared out from the shadows. “I told you I would tell you my names. This is what they call me. I am called Glad-of-War, Grim, Raider, and Third. I am One-Eyed. I am called Highest, and True-Guesser. I am Grimnir, and I am the Hooded One. I am All-Father, and I am Gondlir Wand-Bearer. I have as many names as there are winds, as many titles as there are ways to die. My ravens are Huginn and Muninn, Thought and Memory; my wolves are Freki and Geri; my horse is the gallows.” Two ghostly-gray ravens, like transparent skins of birds, landed on Wednesday’s shoulders, pushed their beaks into the side of Wednesday’s head as if tasting his mind, and flapped out into the world once more.
Oak leaves and ash, honey mead, wolf musk, a flutter of black feathers, and bronze fennel.
Honestly, I don’t even know how this started. It’s an old joke between me and my friend Jennifer Larochelle. Some time after the VVitch came out, we decided that there’s this goat… White Larry… that is Black Phillip’s embarrassing cousin. Every family has got one; that one relative that just isn’t quite diabolical enough, the one that makes Sabbats just kinda awkward.
This is the scent of a not-quite-Satanic goat – though he tries! – who does like the taste of butter, probably too much.
Proceeds from the sale of this scent will benefit the Humane Society of Ventura County to assist in their efforts to help animals affected by the Hill and Woolsey fires.
Goat’s milk, buttermilk, and butter. Lots of butter.
Please note: this perfume is not vegan, as it contains butter CO2 extract.
Art by Drew Rausch!
Amanda –
So much happiness in one bottle!! This is a blissful rootbeer float memory – summer & youth.
Hellokoi –
This smells just like a root beer float with a big scoop of vanilla ice cream. It’s a little too sweet for me sometimes, but I love how realistic it is. If you ever wanted to smell like a root beer float, you need this.
dementia_divine –
In the imp: Root beer barrel candies!
Wet: Yep, this reminds me of those root beer barrel candies (as opposed to root beer itself). The sassafras is somewhat spicy, and somewhat minty. It makes my skin somewhat tingly where it was applied, but the tingly-ness isn’t too bad.
Dry: It’s softer and creamier now. It still makes me think of root beer barrel candies, but I could also see it being a particularly creamy root beer.
Verdict: Why did I wait so long to try this!? I love root beer.
I don’t like this as much a Tombstone (which is more like a root beer float on me with a hint of cedar… and when it is aged, it contains the most amazing creamy vanilla note), but I really do like this one.