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  Imp Pack: Herbal Perfume Oil

  – Baba Yaga
  Spell-soaked herbs and flowers, cold iron, broom twigs, bundles of moss and patchouli root, and moth dust.

  – Apothecary
  Tea leaf with three mosses, green grass, a medley of herbal notes, and a drop of ginger and fig.

  – The Dormouse
  A dizzying eddy of four teas brushed with light herbs and a breath of peony.

  – Druid
  Ancient trees, fertile soil, wild herbs, spring grasses, and burgundy pitch incense.

  – Leanan Sidhe
  Her perfume is a crush of Irish herbs and flowers, Gaelic mists, and nighttime dew.

  – Nosferatu
  Desiccated herbs and gritty earth brought to life with a swell of robust and sanguineous red wines.

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  The Cat Perfume Oil

  There was a polite noise from behind her.

  She turned around. Standing on the wall next to her was a large black cat, identical to the large black cat she’d seen in the grounds at home.

  “Good afternoon,” said the cat.

  Its voice sounded like the voice at the back of Coraline’s head, the voice she thought words in, but a man’s voice, not a girl’s.

  “Hello,” said Coraline. “I saw a cat like you in the garden at home. You must be the other cat.”

  The cat shook its head. “No,” it said. “I’m not the other anything. I’m me.” It tipped its head to one side; green eyes glinted. “You people are spread all over the place. Cats, on the other hand, keep ourselves together. If you see what I mean.”

  “I suppose. But if you’re the same cat I saw at home, how can you talk?”

  Cats don’t have shoulders, not like people do. But the cat shrugged, in one smooth movement that started at the tip of its tail and ended in a raised movement of its whiskers. “I can talk.”

  “Cats don’t talk at home.”

  “No?” said the cat.

  “No,” said Coraline.

  The cat leaped smoothly from the wall to the grass near Coraline’s feet. It stared up at her.

  “Well, you’re the expert on these things,” said the cat dryly. “After all, what would I know? I’m only a cat.”

  Sleek, black, dark, and clever: benzoin, honey, cedar, and dark musk.

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  Baba Yaga Perfume Oil

  Then suddenly the wood became full of a terrible noise; the trees began to groan, the branches to creak and the dry leaves to rustle, and the Baba Yaga came flying from the forest. She was riding in a great iron mortar and driving it with the pestle, and as she came she swept away her trail behind her with a kitchen broom.

  Spell-soaked herbs and flowers, cold iron, broom twigs, bundles of moss and patchouli root, and moth dust.

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  Tavern of Hell Perfume Oil

  Sometimes I would venture from my sepulchre to the jazz of night Paris, where having gathered the colours, I would think them over in front of the fire. I could be seen walking through a funeral corridor of my house and descending down a black spiral of steep stairs; rushing underground to Montmartre, all impatience to see the fiery rubies of the Moulin Rouge cross. I wondered thereabouts, then bought a ticket to watch frenzied delirium of feathers, vulgar painted lips and eyelashes of black and blue.

  Naked feet, and thighs, and arms, and breasts were being flung on me from bloody-red foam of translucent clothes. The tuxedoed goatees and crooked noses in white vests and toppers would line the hall, with their hands posed on canes. Then I found myself in a pub, where the liqueurs were served on a coffin (not a table) by the nickering devil: “Drink it, you wretched!” Having drunk, I returned under the black sky split by the flaming vanes, which the radiant needles of my eyelashes cross-hatched. In front of my nose a stream of bowler hats and black veils was still pulsing, foamy with bluish green and warm orange of feathers worn by the night beauties: to me they were all one, as I had to narrow my eyes for insupportable radiance of electric lamps, whose hectic fires would be dancing beneath my nervous eyelids for many a night to come.

  White gardenia, ambergris bouquet, lavender fougere, orange blossom, melissa, tobacco flower, coriander, ebony wood, ylang ylang, absinthe and aged whiskey.

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