Strangled on Midsummer’s Eve Perfume Oil
$34.00
Strangled on Midsummer’s Eve Perfume Oil
$34.00
The crime of Lady Violet at Gilravage Hall in Neglected Murderesses.
Black Darjeeling brewed to the edge of acridity, its dark tannins laced with the faint metallic sigh of tarnished silver. Bruised and rain-damp wisteria petals clinging to a loosened knot of fraying violet ribbon. The lingering ghost of charred wood from a dormant hearth drifting beneath a sweep of velvet the color of fading bruises, tangled with the ragged threads of silk-stitched roses.
Artwork courtesy of the Edward Gorey Charitable Trust.
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