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Wishing You Were Here - a postcard travelogue

The light inside the attic is scant - only slim shafts of dusty sunlight are permitted to enter through small holes in the the walls that have been punctured over time. The world is quiet here. It's a place where one can go and entertain memories of the past with the clarity of the present. The small squat and rectangular cedar box is where she'd said she'd hidden it right before she passed away so many years ago. I feel a strange sense of elated guilt as I lift the heavy lid, hands shaking, to reveal secrets as old and fleeting as the passions that felt compelled to put pen to paper and chronicle the details of this small, yet substantial, slice of life. Five worn and well-loved postcards are ceremoniously wrapped in a scrap of yellowed lace. Reverently, I untie the knot and dive in, drinking each word. I listen with all of my heart - as if she were here herself, sitting cross-legged on the worn floor next to me, telling me her ribald tale. Bit by bit, small and tantalizing snapshots reveal not the proper woman that I thought I knew, but a wild and adventurous angel full of grace and ardor that did not yield to the conventions dictated by her time. I held in my hands the record of a woman coming of age on her own terms - a rare gem indeed.

A sharp realization wilts me on the spot: she is gone and the world of her memories is gone with her. The permanence of her death is wrought by the silence of her life story. I contemplate, grieving for a moment - who will remember? Quickly, an idea sets my mind alight and the melancholy fades away like a morning fog. Could the solution be that simple? Could it be that perhaps, through my indulgence, a part of her and her world can live on through me and the retelling of her story?

I clutch the box to my chest and descend the stairs into the warmth and light of the hallway with a new resolve: to share her story, her words, her memory, her vibrant spirit, her secrets..

Five postcards, five scents reveal the tale of one woman.

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Pricing

Wishing You Were Here
Pip Sample - $3.50

 
5 Pip Sample Set - $17
 
$15 per 5ml bottle
 
 
$25 per 10ml bottle
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Departure: Seat 13c

"I never thought saying good-bye could be so cruel! I wish I could settle in and enjoy the journey but I am still uncertain about my intentional lack of an itinerary. No one shall accuse me of being a bore! I hope for random encounters, rich adventures and perhaps some wild revelries that can pierce my shell. This is my sole existence and I wish to partake heartily.

Wishing you were here,

H."

sweet Asian sandalwood drenched in creamy Casablanca lilies with a shimmer of citrus anticipation.

 

Mischief In Laced Boots

"Two weeks had passed without incident until last night found me wandering, quite unexpectedly, though dark thoroughfares in pursuit of new footwear - I will not be going into how I lost my last pair - let's just attribute it to the fine wine! They have lovely shops here, and lovelier clerks. To bloom like the rose with no thorns!

Wishing you were here,

H."


kumquat peels and magnolia blossoms steal through patchouli's dark shadow to meet up with succulent summer fruits and bold pink peppercorns in the darkening twilight.

 

Camping in Corsets

"The flowers here are heavy on their branches and appear to be very ready to be plucked and enjoyed. The weather has dried out long enough for myself and a new companion to head to the mountains for a few days of fresh air, sunshine, and privacy! I was quite improperly dressed for such a trek - so I made it a point to be as properly undressed as possible! Oh the scandal!

Wishing you were here,

H."

fiery resins and wisps of vetiver smoke are sweetened by white amber and and a touch of wild lavender.

 

Naughty Amongst Novels

"You might think that my various romps would be filling all of my days (and nights!) but you'd be sorely mistaken. I am still an insatiable bookworm! The quiet stacks on the fourth floor are a perfect place to ...study. I do believe that my shell has thoroughly cracked well past any attempts to restore it. Good riddance!

Wishing you were here,

H."

exotic volumes of leather-bound books topple over enough layers of clove, spiced musk, black coconut and antique furnishings to make the librarian swoon.

 

 

Arrival: Gate 23

"At long last, I make my way back to the place I have called home for ages. So often during my trip I longed to change my name, my residence, my identity. I wished to reinvent myself - dissolve into the fray and be led by the enticement of the lights and their myriad colors that flickered through the night. I wanted to become that which I thought I could never be. However, throughout my travels, I have discovered that the reason why I could never become the person I wanted to be was because I was already her.

Wishing you were here,

H."

orange blossoms and black sandalwood cozy up together on a leather sofa under a soft patchouli throw - oh so very glad to finally be home.

 

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The Wishing You Were Here series will last throughout the long days of summer.

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