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Lace Lichen Perfume Oil
$30.00
Lace Lichen Perfume Oil
$30.00
Everybody knows their state flower and state animal —but do you know what the official LICHEN of your state is?
Ramalina menziesii—the lace or fishnet lichen—is an unusually sexy bundle of algae and fungi. Fashioned into elegant, delicate patterns up to a meter long, it is a nest-making material for birds, a vital food source for California’s deer, and is considered to have sorcerous properties that protect against the ravages of lightning.
A pale green filigree: oakmoss, orris absolute, ylang ylang sap, green patchouli, ambergris accord, and sheer vanilla.
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Abena Atiemo –
This is absolutely delicious. Real lace lichen is a plant found in coastal regions – and this scent encapsulates the deep fresh fogginess of the coast. It is sweet, but in a mature way. The green of the oakmoss and the patchouli envelop you in a foresty aura, and the vanilla keeps it light and airy. This is probably what a woodland nymph would smell like!