Related products

• 

  A-Rovin’ Perfume Oil

  In Amsterdam there dwells a maid
  Maid of Amsterdam

  In Amsterdam there dwells a maid
  Mark well what do I say
  In Amsterdam there dwells a maid
  And she is mistress of her trade

  I’ll go no more a-rovin’ with you fair maid
  A-roving, A-roving, since roving’s been my ruin
  I’ll go no more a-roving with you fair maid

  A perfume for mistresses and masters of a very specific trade: sultry red musk, heady jasmine, tobacco leaf, red sandalwood, hay sugar, golden honey, sweet carnations, and warm leather.

  Proceeds from the sale of this scent benefit Decriminalize Sex Work, a national organization pursuing a state-by-state strategy to end the prohibition of consensual adult prostitution in the United States. “We work with local organizations, advocates, and lobbyists to build community support and convince legislators to stop prostitution-related arrests. Evidence shows that decriminalizing sex work will help end human trafficking, improve public health, and promote community safety.”

  Add to cart
• 

  The Bow & Crown of Conquest Perfume Oil

  And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.

  Nobility and haughtiness befitting the Antichrist: sage, carnation and cedar with lavender, vanilla, white musk and leather.

  And when he had opened the second seal, I heard the second beast say, Come and see.

  Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product page
• 

  Caterpillar Perfume Oil

  Heavy incense notes waft lazily through a mix of carnation, jasmine, bergamot, and neroli over a lush bed of dark mosses, iris blossom, deep patchouli and indolent vetiver.

  Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product page
• 

  Horreur Sympathique Perfume Oil

  From livid skies that, without end,
  As stormy as your future roll,
  What thoughts into your empty soul
  (Answer me, libertine!) descend?

  – Insatiable yet for all
  That turns on darkness, doom, or dice,
  I’ll not, like Ovid, mourn my fall,
  Chased from the Latin paradise.

  Skies, torn like seacoasts by the storm!
  In you I see my pride take form,
  And the huge clouds that rush in streams

  Are the black hearses of my dreams,
  And your red rays reflect the hell,
  In which my heart is pleased to dwell.

  The perfume of a hellbound soul, gleefully lost to iniquity: blood musk, golden honey, thick black wine, champagne grapes, tobacco flower, plum blossom, tonka bean, oakmoss, carnation, benzoin, opoponax, and sugar cane.

  Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product page