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April 22, 2013
EARTH DAY 2013 - GOTHS IN TREES
BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND ! With a title inspired by a blog I once saw, Goths in Trees was our first ever Earth Day limited edition from 2012! Using all natural, organic/wild crafted oils, we've resurrected the finest just for you. We'll also be donating $3 from each sale to SAVE THE ORANGUTAN, a non-profit organization dedicated to preserving the habitat and well being of these wonderful and precious creatures.
Deep and earthy amyris and balsam peru, gritty patchouli, ho wood and oakmoss brightened with olibanum, sweet orange and a subtle drop of ylang ylang sunshine!
GOTHS IN TREES is available in one size, two styles:
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle - $25
5ml Brown Apothecary Roll On - $26
Available until May 30, 2013
Resurrected for these long, lovely days of Spring....
LE SACRE DU PRINTEMPS - RESURRECTED
Scents inspired by the fevered passions of composer Igor Stravinsky and choreographer Vaslav Nijinski
Le Sacre du Printemps, or the Rite of Spring, is a legendary ballet rife with sexuality, virility, primal, ancient magics and pagan revelry. Penned in 1913, it is one of the best examples of musical innovation that heralded the Modern period of music. It has inspired many - from Fantasia to Frank Zappa - and continues to ignite the hearts and minds of artists to this day.
We at Conjure can think of no better devotion to Spring than to create a fragrance collection based on this wonderful and exhilarating work of fine art. This is a conceptual line, offering Conjure's interpretation of the music, the myth and the meaning that resounds within the imagination.
Enjoy the rebirth and the rapture.
Fragrances in the LE SACRE DU PRINTEMPS - RESURRECTED collection are available in one size, two styles:
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle - $19
5ml Brown Apothecary Roll On - $20
 Danses des Adolescentes
The Dance of the Young Girls; a study in innocence.
Creamy orchid, soft skin musk, a blush of pink jasmine, white tea, candy floss and the finest gowns of raw silk and linen.
Jeu du Rapt
Ritual of Abduction; thief of hearts. Evocative of the myth of Persephone and the betrayal and agony she felt as she was spirited away to the underworld.
Crimson pomegranate, Moroccan fig, smoked vanilla sugar, soft moss, amber resin, aged black tea and opium poppy resin.
Rondes Printanières
Spring Rounds. Warm, sweet and renewing as the first day of Spring. This is the scent of hope.
Vanilla cream, pink hyacinth, ruby grapefruit, scarlet hibiscus, cake flour, caramelized coconut and raspberry infused patchouli.
Jeux des Cités Rivales
The Games of the Two Rival Tribes.
Spirited and spiced candied violets, bitter cloves, cassis and red sandalwood spar with black currant, ylang ylang, vanilla orchid, gunpowder and dried wild grasses.
Cortège du Sage
Procession of the Oldest and Wisest One. We revere the wisdom of the ages and respect our elders.
We honor the Old Ones: clary and desert sages, chaparral, creosote, ancient wood, faded leather and cactus flower sweetened with desiccated fireweed honey.
Adoration de la Terre
The Kiss of the Earth. Earthbound and beautiful; the blue dot in a sea of black that we call home.
Warm and golden as a summer's sunset: peach blossom honey, chthonic amber resin, toasted basmati rice, cured tobacco, sweet tea and blonde patchouli.
Danse de la Terre
Dancing Out of the Underworld. Persephone is free and the world is reborn in joyous celebration.
Escape the darkness with rejuvenating black Assam tea, dark coconut husk, aged vanilla resin, sacred sandalwood temple incense, earthen musk and shaved red mandarin zest.
Cercles Mystérieux des Adolescentes
Circle of the Mystical Maidens.
The Celtic festivals of Samhain and Beltaine are historically the two times during the year when the veil between the worlds of the living and the dead are at their thinnest. May 1st invites more than ancestral spirits - it carries the spirits of earth Elementals - faeries, gnomes, sprites and other creatures of myth as spring rains and gentle blossoms are carried on the perfumed breeze.
The Spring Maidens dance this eternal dance and weave into their rhythm the magic of the season working the rites that further weaken the veil making the world of seen and unseen indistinguishable.
"We gather in a strict formation, hold hands in a circle
and at twilight we all we all walk around the stones.
Spirits dance and bodies roll, hallucinations curtsey
as the river priestess consecrates the bones."
~ Casting the Runes, Legendary Pink Dots
Exotic tuberose, pink peony, lychee fruit, orange blossom, vanilla bean, tonka, strawberry blossom, bergamot and sugar cane.
Glorification de l'Élue
Naming and Glorifying the Chosen One who is the Golden Child, the May Queen, the Sacred Divine within; the Holy Fire of Spirit that links us with All-That-Is.
Glory be: golden saffron, antique patchouli, white honey, orris root, toasted almond, khus and splendid olibanum.
Evocation des Ancêtres
Evoking the Spirits of the Ancestors. We stand on the shoulders of our ancestors through love, adoration and veneration our predecessors are lifted, elevated, given light and eternal life.
Revere and honor: dried pomegranate rind crushed and perfumed with linden blossom, red spikenard, aloes wood, Egyptian sandalwood, sweet myrrh and Kyphi incense.
Action Rituelle des Ancêtres
Ritual of the Ancestors. Our ancestral rituals are remembered on a cellular level. Deep DNA memories are celebrated during the heart of the darkest night lasting until the break of iridescent dawn.
Honor those that have passed on with white sandalwood, red willow, amyris, palo santo, patchouli blossom, Himalayan cedar, ylang ylang, opoponax and ginseng.
Danse Sacrale
Sacrificial Dance of the Chosen One.
Sacred and uplifting: crystal amber, blue lavender, cyclamen, white sage, honeydew, vanilla musk, candied violets and a gentle heart of white rose tea.
Le Sacre du Printemps will be available until June 21st
January 29, 2013
PACZKI DAY 2013!
BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND ! Celebrate Fat Tuesday Conjure style with our NINE Polish pastry inspired perfume oils! Growing up in Southeastern Michigan like I did, it wasn't hard to find a box of these delectable sweet treats! For those who don't know what a paczki is, (pronounced "poonchky") it's like a large huge doughnut stuffed to the brim with various intoxicatingly sweet fillings ranging from traditional plum and rose hip jam to more modern conventions like Bavarian custard, apple or raspberry. Though it's no typical doughnut - the paczki is sweeter and spongier. They can be topped with powdered or granulated sugar, or with icing. Truly, the mortal doughnut pales in comparison!
Paczki are a convenient way to get all of the sugar, fat and temptation out of the house before the sparse season of Lent rears it head. Fortunately, we've conjured a great way to get the paczki experience throughout whilst avoiding the calories as well! It's like magic! Indulge!
CONJURE PACZKI SELECTIONS
 PLUM JAM PACZKI
Sweet dough is filled with black plum jam and dusted with refined powdered sugar.
BAVARIAN CUSTARD PACZKI
Fried pastry dough filled with thick vanilla Bavarian custard and coated with granulated vanilla sugar.
ROSE HIP JAM PACZKI
Fresh paczki are served warm, overflowing with rose hip jam and drizzled with sweet honey sugar glaze.
BLUEBERRY & GARDENIA PACZKI
Wonderfully sweet and deep fried dough dusted with powdered sugar, spice and filled with plump, succulent blueberry and gardenia flower compote.
COCONUT CHOCOLATE CARAMEL CHAI PACZKI
A twist on a traditional favorite! A filling of toasted coconut flakes coated in chai spiced infused salted caramel stuffed to bursting in a flaky golden shell topped with a drizzle of milk chocolate ganache.
CARAMELIZED APPLE & CHAMOMILE PACZKI
Fresh Granny Smith apples reduced with baker's sugar, cinnamon and gooey caramel packed in a delectable paczki pastry coated with a chamomile tea glaze. .
LEMON CURD & ARABIAN JASMINE PACZKI
Creamy sweet lemon filling, fragranced with Arabian jasmine petals encased by a powdered sugar topped doughy delight.
RASPBERRY & SWEET PEA PACZKI
Lovely red raspberries stewed with vanilla, sweet pea blossoms and pink rock candy sugar sweetly oozing out of a honey glazed paczki pocket.
STRAWBERRY & HIBISCUS PACZKI
Plump and crimson strawberries, allspice, clove, sweet orange zest and gorgeous hibiscus flowers packed into its sweet and sticky balsamic glaze coated shell.
Paczki will available until March 21st, or until we sell out! And I must say this: while these do indeed smell good enough to eat, they are not in any way, shape or form intended for consumption, human or animal. External use only!
Fat Tuesday fragrances are available in one size, nine styles:
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle - $19
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle Glass Roll-On -$20
Please indicate your desired size and fragrance from the drop down menus below then click the Add To Cart button to complete the selection.
Fat Tuesday in Conjure County will be LIVE until March 21, or until supplies are exhausted.
January 22, 2013
SELECTIONS FROM THE BOOK OF LOVE, MARDI GRAS with the CONJURE KREWE! and CONJURING GRIS GRIS!
Conjure Oils' 2013 Lupertine and Mardi Gras Collections!
SELECTIONS FROM THE BOOK OF LOVE - LUPERTINE 2013
Sometimes we lack the words to express the depth or essence of what is thought or felt so very deep within our souls. We string together strands of nouns, adjectives and verbs hoping for just the right sequence to express the secrets buried in our hearts. We imagine songs and poetry or visual art in an attempt at a melodic, abstract or symbolic explanation.
Language is the art of the tongue acting in concert with the heart and mind. Some languages are clumsy in their presentation of complex theories and emotions while others are more graceful, playful or efficient. In crafting this series, I wondered what it would look like if all the human expressions of love were assembled in one place; a proverbial Book of Love in a fashion. As I searched for words that conveyed ideas of love, longing and loss in a unique way, I stumbled upon a couple blog articles investigating the same subject and was inspired by what I had found. All of the words in this collection are non English in their origin and while English is my native language, I find that it often lacks the elegance and grace found in many other tongues.
In the end, what I take away from this collection is the commonality of love, loss and desire. We all ache, yearn, have our hearts broken and share the bliss of love - all evident in the myriad ways we have to say, sing or recreate our inner worlds.
We hope you enjoy the Lupertine 2013 collection.
PLEASE NOTE: Please order by February 4th for delivery by Valentine's Day. Also, last years Lupertines - Mlle Victoria's Lupertine Burlesque Cabaret are still available HERE! No other scents will be resurrected at this time. If there is a Lupertine from the past you're interested in, please contact Vajra.
LUPERTINE 2013 and MARDI GRAS 2013 perfumes will be available until March 15th, or until supplies are exhausted. Gris Gris Bags will be available until February 28.
Selections from SELECTIONS FROM THE BOOK OF LOVE are available in one size, two styles.
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle - $19
5ml Brown Apothecary Roll On - $20
CAFUNÉ
Brazilian Portuguese
The act of running ones fingers gently and lovingly through a beloved's hair.
Black tea, toasted sweet tobacco, Sudanese frankincense, cocoa absolute, black pepper and vanilla infused coconut husk.
FORELSKET
Norwegian
The pure euphoric bliss experienced during the first moments of falling in love.
Davana, blood orange, spun sugar, vanilla musk, hibiscus and Indian patchouli.
ILUNGA
Bantu
An individual who is willing to forgive a lover's transgression the first time that it is committed, show tolerance toward a second event and refuse to abide any abuse a third time.
English lavender, juniper berry, allspice, Himalayan cedar, aged pine resin, palo santo and black copal.
KOI NO YOKAN
Japanese
The instantaneous intuitive knowledge that you and the person you just met will fall in love with one another.
King mandarin, rose geranium, bois de rose, beeswax absolute, crimson orchid, magnolia, pink lotus and golden honey.
LA DOULEUR EXQUISE
French
The exquisite agony that accompanies the desire for someone who is unobtainable.
Coriander, clove absolute, Meyer lemon, oleander, white musk and amber milk.
MAMIHLAPINATAPEI
Yagan, Tierra del Fuego
A silent, aching look shared by a couple who long for one another that is shadowed by a mutual, bashful reluctance.
Sweet pea, cardamom, fresh fig, Baltic amber, ginger and stargazer lily.
RETROUVAILLES
French
The joyous reunion after a long separation.
Ruby red grapefruit, cassia, black pepper, pomegranate, black tea and red sandalwood.
SAUDADE
Portuguese
An unrelenting longing for someone who was loved and lost. Also, a nebulous and nagging desire for people, places or things that never have, cannot and never will exist.
Passion fruit, candied Parma violet, vanilla blossom, balm of Gilead infusion, guaiac wood, love-lies-bleeding and French opium.
YA'ABURNEE
Arabic
Literally: "You bury me." The hope that one would die before their loved one, as a life spent apart would be unbearable.
Black musk, aged patchouli, Spanish moss, desert hyacinth, leather, oakmoss and clove soaked myrrh.
YUANFEN
Chinese
A complex concept rooted in Buddhist theological determinism. A synchronistic, predetermined karmic force that links or binds two people together in a relationship that is fated or destined to be. This relationship can be shared between lovers, friends and family as well and is, according to the ancients, indicative of connections forged in past lives.
Dragon's blood, temple sandalwood, white amber, black locust blossom, white ginger and quince.
The CONJURE KREWE celebrates MARDI GRAS!
Join the Conjure Plague Circus as the good Doktor leads our rag tag krewe down paths devious and debaucherous!
Order all six of the Conjure Krewe and receive a free Gris Gris bag conjured by Mama Vajra herself! The bag comes along with a pip of a specially formulated anointing oil and instructions for use! The current Gris Gris we are offering can be found HERE. If you're ordering a complete set, please let me know your free Gris Gris selection either in the Message to Merchant section on the PayPal check out page, or send a separate email to vajra at conjureoils dot com.
You can also purchase the Gris Gris bags individually. They are $40 each and are available HERE.
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Selections from The CONJURE KREWE celebrates MARDI GRAS! are available in one size, two styles.
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle - $20
5ml Brown Apothecary Roll On - $21
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle Set of all SIX - $120
(If ordering the set of six, please remember to send a separate email with your Gris Gris selection, or list it in the Notes to Merchant box at checkout!)
DOKTOR PLAGUE
Ringmaster and mysteriously dark leader of this motley Conjure krewe!
Smoked black tea, cardamom, aged myrrh, robust sandalwood, sweet sage and silver lavender.
COLUMBINE
Clever Columbine is an artful and confident juggler, carelessly tossing glass spheres, sharp toys, grenades and the hearts of the men who adore her to the delight and dismay of her audience.
Cherry blossom, guava fruit, blood orange, golden patchouli and sugared amber.
HARLEQUIN
Harlequin serves up his comedy nimbly with the aid of his robotic limbs, ever trying to catch the heart of Columbine with his acrobatics and foolish antics.
Crystalline amber, black coconut, sugared tobacco, vanilla musk, osmanthus and salted caramel.
PIERROT
Wrapped in a straight jacket and donning a gas mask, Pierrot is the picture of the sadness and madness born of unrequited love; he pines for Columbine whom he always loses to the agile Harlequin.
Blue iris, antiqued frankincense, red sandalwood, aged vanilla resin, bergamot and white carnations.
MLLE. JUDIE
Half human, half skeletal, Mlle. Judie tries her best to keep her brute of a husband, Punch, in line. She insists that one day she will get it through his thick skull that when baby sitting, one doesn't actually sit on the baby.
Red amber, black currant, kush, orange blossom honey and lush gardenia.
PUNCH
Despite his ability to fight the devil and win, Punch will always be just the the hen pecked husband and eternal tormentor of his formidable wife Mlle. Judie. He's all bark, and some bite, too!
Black musk, champaca blossom, red myrrh, cassia, burned sugar, narcissus, pomegranate and black patchouli.
CONJURING GRIS GRIS
Gris Gris Bags are available at Conjure Oils for a short time only!
Made by hand using a combination of organic and/or wildcrafted herbs, roots, semi precious stones, minerals, metals, shells and other mystical curios, these Gris Gris bags come in beautiful color appropriate pouches with a small charm affixed by hand to the exterior. Each Gris Gris comes with complete instructions on their preparation with suggestions on how to enliven them using various candle colors, moon phases, days of the week and instructions on how personalize them with anointing oils and personal concerns.
Before they're sent out to you, each Bag is prayed over and passed through sacred smoke that is burned as a daily devotional on my Boveda, or spirit altar.
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CONJURING GRIS GRIS BAGS are available in nine variations, one size. All Bags come with instructions.
One Gris Gris Bag - $40 SOLD OUT!
Three Gris Gris Bags - $100
Set of all nine Gris Gris Bags - $300 SOLD OUT!
CURRENT GRIS GRIS SELECTIONS:
TRUE LOVE - To attract LOVE. Pink bag, heart charm.
LA FLAMME - To enliven an existing relationship or attract SEX - Red bag, devil charm.
TREASURE CHEST - To draw :PROSPERITY - Green bag, coin charm.
GAINFUL EMPLOYMENT - To acquire employment that meets financial, mental, emotional and spiritual needs - Green bag, clock charm.
PEACE CLOUD - To create an aura of peace for the wearer - White bag, dove charm.
SPIRIT VEIL - To encourage COMMUNICATION WITH THE DEAD - Violet bag with skull charm.
THIRD EYE - To strengthen PSYCHIC ABILITIES - Silver bag with ankh charm.
BLUE FLAME - To create a fiery wall of PROTECTION - Haint blue bag with anti evil eye charm.
SHADOW WEAVER - To create PACTS WITH DARK SPIRITS - Black bag with inverted cross charm.
Please note that bag color and charm may vary in accordance with availability; any substitutions will be expertly chosen.
A Spiritualist's Statement: I have been called to offer these bags at this time by my spirits, as I have been reluctant to take on this project in the past, despite multiple requests. These aren't Mojo Bags - Mojo Bags, or Mojo Hands as they're often called differ slightly than Gris Gris in their ingredients, preparation, blessing and maintenance. Mojos have their history in the Hoodoo tradition, or African American Folk Magic. Gris Gris can be found in New Orleans, among other places, and are rooted in the Vodoun tradition. I've chosen to offer Gris Gris instead of Mojo because of the level of spirit work involved in their conception and creation. While making Mojos very much relying on prayer to make them a living spiritual tool, I feel it is more of a mundanely magical act in that I've really never needed much spirit communication in their creation. It's always been a more intuitive process for me. Gris Gris, on the other hand, incorporate more of my skills as a spiritualist into their construction. I've spent many hours in meditation speaking with my Egun (spirits of my dearly departed ancestors) designing their appearance, components and corresponding prayers, etc. I found that it was a much more of a spiritually collaborative effort and one that I've found to be quite healing personally and spiritually. For that I am grateful. I hope these Gris Gris bags will help to align your heart, mind and soul with the workings of your spirits.
November 24th, 2012
MERRY APOCALYPSMAS!
Conjure Oils' 2012 Yule Collection!
MERRY APOCALYPSMAS!
Apparently, the Mayans have predicted the end of civilization this year - December 21, 2012, to be exact. The gospel of the End Times has been preached long before the Book of Revelations was penned 2000 some odd years ago; the Norse have Ragnarok, Hindus have Kaliki, the Yoruba have Olokun. As time keeps bumping along the pot hole riddled gravel path of progress, we're only left to meditate on what our world of exploding population, dwindling resources and questionable pop culture will disintegrate into. Sing while you may! If this is our last holiday season, make it your best! Happy Unholy Days!
PLEASE NOTE: Since I am planning on going out of town for a month, all orders will be shipped ON OR BEFORE December 15th. Please have any orders that are to be holiday gifts in by December 7th. Thank you!
HALLOWS 2012 perfumes will continue to be available until December 15th. YULE 2012 perfumes will be available until January 30th.
Selections from MERRY APOCALYPSMAS! are available in one size, two styles.
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle - $19
5ml Brown Apothecary Roll On - $20
ALIENS ARE COMING TO TOWN
Films like "The Day the Earth Stood Still" and "Independence Day", even shows like the X-Files gave us a glimpse into a possible alien inspired end game. Here's a fragrance to honor our gray overlords.
Silver bells, starlit vanilla resin, Night Queen, sea lavender, white rose tea and black sky musk
DECK THE HALLS WITH SCOWLING ZOMBIES
Maybe a zombie apocalypse is what you're hoping for? Stock up on guns, ammo and don't forget to double tap!
Dragon's blood, crimson cranberry jelly, marshmallow cream and the tattered remnants of musky humanity.
DO YOU FEAR WHAT I FEAR?
The dark, the unknown, death, poisoning, drowning, being buried alive, flying, being lost in space, abandonment, clowns... .
Seared vanilla sugar syrup, blood orange stained sandalwood, black tea soaked linens and corrupted toasted clove.
NUCLEAR WINTER WONDERLAND
With just a press of a shiny, red, candy-like button we could enjoy a permanent winter wonderland!
Heartbroken and desolate: black ice, desiccated winter berries, frozen hopes, destroyed dreams all contaminated with the saddest sting of black pepper.
OH HOLY SMITE
Armageddon - the final battle between Good and Evil. Smite or be smitten; it's a survivor's world.
Boozy vanilla, caramelized coconut, smoked tonka and black patchouli.
RAGNAROK'N AROUND YGGDRASIL TREE
Jormungandr opens his mouth letting his tail go free and Fenrir slips his fetter Gelipnir and literally, all Hell breaks loose. It's the stuff Heavy Metal songs are made of.
Balsam fir, palo santo, snow laden birch branches and serpentine boughs of holly are doomed with pitch black woodsmoke and cracked leather.
WE FOUR HORSEMEN OF APOCALYPSE ARE
The Bhagavad Gita, as quoted by Oppenheimer after seeing the detonation of the first nuclear bomb in 1945. "Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds": War, Famine, Death and Conquest. The End is always Now.
Bleak and hopeless: spiced vetiver is abused by lashes of black leather, broken by blackest musk and completely decimated with clove stained aged patchouli.
GHOST OF YULES PAST
Selections from GHOSTS OF YULES PAST are available in one size, two styles.
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle - $19
5ml Brown Apothecary Roll On - $20
A LA NANITA NANA 2012
The cherubic scent of a sleeping infant's skin, the nourishing sweetness of mother's milk, holy white musk and the radiant golden glow of warm vanilla-infused amber angel wings.
Hillary L.
Pennsylvania, USA
Yule 2010 Winner
AURORA BOREALIS 2012
Shivering frost notes cling to the boughs of fir and spruce whilst wisps of smoke from sacred wood fires swirl and undulate amid a wintry mix of chilled yew and cranberries sweetened with frozen vanilla.
Niki W.
United Kingdom
Yule 2010 Winner
b'ak'tun 13 - APOCALYPSE SOON? 2012
You may have heard a little rumor that a certain Mayan calender is set to expire this year. (As an aside, why does this have to coincide with an election year AND during the year of the Dragon? As if I don't have enough to worry over, but I digress...) If this year is it, make it your best year ever! More YES less NO, less stay, more GO! See you on the other side.
Sin while you may: Black musk, leather, clove saturated patchouli and tobacco spiced with peppered Mexican chocolate and aged vanilla beans.
CHOCOLATE CAT 2012
Hot chocolate cream flavored with curls of blood orange peel and soft ginger fur. Hurrah for the Chocolate Cat!
VioletBlue
Florida, USA
Yule 2010 Winner
COLA DE MONO 2012
“The Monkey’s Tail” in English, Cola de Mono is a traditional Chilean holiday drink that is similar to a White Russian. The Dude would approve! “Hey man, there’s a beverage here!”
Hot buttered rum, scalded cream, spiced coffee liqueur and a splash of vanilla infused vodka.
Michelle H.
California, USA
I WANT TO BELIEVE (IN SANTA) 2012
A suspicious mix of holiday cheer: vanilla syrup sweetened eggnog spiked with a dubious shot of spiced rum, garnished with a peppermint candy cane and a splash of doublespeak.
Vajra W.
Oregon, USA
Yule 2010 Winner
KAOS 2012
The prehistoric abyss that gives birth to the Sun and all of creation.
Primeval black resin, hoary black musk, ancient leather, Prometheus’ fire and traces of ozone; a relic from the crack of lightning that created life in the primordial ooze
MAUL SANTA 2012
Because Killer Klowns need holiday work, too!
Drunk before noon: Dark and boozy Bourbon vanilla, blackened coconut husk, toasted tonka bean, cherry pipe tobacco smoke and the suspicious scent of peppermint schnapps.
Leigh B.
Tennessee, USA
Misa del Gallo, or "Roosters Mass" is a name used in Catholic Latin America for the tradition of Midnight Mass, stemming from the belief that the rooster was one of the first creatures to witness and then announce the birth of the infant Jesus with a mighty crow.
Celebrate Midnight Mass in a cathedral dark and crumbling: black amber, sweet myrrh, olibanum resin, beeswax candle smoke wafting heavenward, raw cacao absolute, desert chaparral and braids of sweetgrass.
Siggster
North Carolina, USA
Yule 2007 Winner
MOOSEMAS 2012
Dark and rich chocolate mousse laced with the warmth and cheer of hazelnut liqueur and slivered almonds because things always get a little nutty at Moosemas!
Andrea F.
Wisconsin, USA
Yule 2010 Winner
POMME D’AMBRE 2012
A juicy clove-studded orange is dusted with powdered cinnamon, ginger and orris root and hung from a scarlet ribbon to perfume the air with its ancient aroma.
Erin G.
Massachusetts, USA
Yule 2010 Winner
SNEGUROCHKA 2012
Romantically tragic and withering: roses heavy with ice are thawed with a deep heart of oud and fiery ginger.
Christine
Oregon, USA
Yule 2008 Winner
SNOWBOUND 2012
Frozen musk topped by worn leather, sultry sandalwood and a drop of sweetest honey.
Vajra W.
Oregon, USA
Yule 2008 Winner
STROKES OF GOLD 2012
Glimmering golden sandalwood, glittering vanilla blossoms and a shimmer of sweet clove bud.
VioletBlue
Florida, USA
Yule 2010 Winner
THE LOLLIPOP TREE 2012
Lollipop sweeties in all the colors of the rainbow are flavored with sugared winter fruits: pomegranate, fig, sour cherry, lemon, candied ginger, pineapple and clementine.
VioletBlue
Florida, USA
Yule 2010 Winner
THE NAUGHTY LIST 2012
Despite our best efforts to kiss up to the big guy in red, sometimes we can't help but end up on the naughty list!
Fluffy marshmallows slowly toasted over the fireplace flames, buttered rum spiked steamed vanilla milk, cacao musk, swirling pipe tobacco and a snicker doodle bribe.
Hottie McNaughty
Washington, USA
#OCCUPYTHENORTHPOLE
Why should Santa get all the credit? Let’s #OccupytheNorthPole and give props to some of the 99% that do all the work in the cold, white North - the reindeer!
This is in no way meant to demean or diminish the value or intention of the righteous #Occupy movement, of which I am in full support. In fact, the proceeds of the #OccupyTheNorthPole collection will be used to help us at Conjure Oils donate money to the Occupy movement enabling them to bail out consumer debt instead of Wall Street. Last year we were able to raise $250! Thank you!
DASHER 2012
Dashing bergamot blossom, guaiac wood, cardamom pods, toasted cinnamon, black amber, benzoin resin, pimento berry and polished mahogany.
DANCER 2012
Egyptian chamomile, rock rose, elemi resin, aged vanilla bean, sugared amber and dark patchouli SCO2.
PRANCER 2012
Snow-dusted cypress branches, steaming coffee, vetiver root and patchouli wood.
VIXEN 2012
Sweet honey, champaca blossom, vanilla orchid, ginger root and a sip of shimmering ruby pomegranate champagne.
COMET 2012
Black pepper, nutmeg, clary sage, starry black vanilla musk, labdanum absolute and stellar white sandalwood.
CUPID 2012
Sultry red musk, golden amber resin, red mandarin, crimson carnation and clove bud.
DONNER 2012
White pine, pimento berry, violet leaf, hinoki wood, birch bark, Himalayan cedar wood, rainbow iris and olibanum.
BLITZEN 2012
Lime zest, bergamot, night blooming jasmine, white tea, fresh skin musk, white amber, lily of the valley and brisk night air.
GINGERBREAD COVEN
Build-Your-Own-Gingerbread-Temple! Esmerelda, Inferna, Wendy, Terra and Marisol are back to celebrate Yule with you and have crafted all the goodies you’ll need to create the most delicious dwelling for all your spell castings!
INFERNA’S GINGERBREAD 2012
Nothing says lovin’ like somethin’ from the coven and Inferna’s gingerbread is no exception! Hand mixed and baked to perfection: ginger root, sifted cake flour, molasses, brown sugar and a pinch of chili pepper. Inferna wouldn’t have it any other way!
TERRA’S SPICED GUMDROP GEMS 2012
Terra spent all month in the candy caverns mining the perfect jelly gemstones that have just the right balance of clove, cinnamon, nutmeg and allspice!
MARISOL’S SEA SALT CARAMELS 2012
Marisol’s caramels are a force of nature all on their own! Mouth-watering soft caramel, sugared milk, vanilla bean and a sprinkling of her own hand-harvested sea salt.
WENDY’S WICKED ICING 2012
Wendy’s whipped up a batch of her royal icing: confectioner’s sugar, vanilla and cream.
ESMERELDA’S CANDY WANDS 2012
Red and green swirls of peppermint hard tack candy sweetened with vanilla sugar and a hint of something sinister.
September 15, 2012
KWAIDAN - Japanese Ghost Stories
Conjure Oils' 2012 Hallows Collection!
Kwaidan is a collection of stories written in 1904 by Lafcadio Hearn shortly before his demise. To say he was a Japanophile is a bit of an understatement, as he has written volume after volume on the mythology and spirituality of Japanese culture at the turn of the century.
Like the 1965 eponymous film based on the work of Hearn, we've selected four stories to give you a glimpse into the demons and ghosts that haunt the land of the rising sun and to send a chill down your spine in the process! Some of the stories can be on the long side. Grab a cup of tea (or sake!) and settle in for a thrill. I guarantee it will be worth your time!
The text for the stories is taken from Sacred Texts. com (the best site ever for public domain spiritual works) and the illustrations are by Yasumasa Fujita from a hand made copy of Kwaidan crafted in 1932.
Selections from KWAIDAN are available in one size, two styles.
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle - $19
5ml Brown Apothecary Roll On - $20
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MADAME VICTORIA'S MANSION of MAYHEM RESURRECTED for 2012!
This year, we're offering once again our Madame Victoria's Mansion of Mayhem collection as well as some choice selections from Hallows past! The images will take you through the Mansion, or look below the image for the scents listed individually.
Madame Victoria's Mansion of Mayhem! - Hallows 2012
Perhaps nothing pairs the horror and excitement of Halloween like a good old fashioned Haunted House attraction. Combining a festive carnival atmosphere with the terror of the unseen world, demented and tortured souls trigger the latent primal fears that dwell within the patrons as they stumble from room to room in the dim light, bearing witness to the ghastly scenes and ghoulish sights displayed before them.
Once a year the fear inspired by the Things that go Bump in the Night serves to entertain us; we're intellectually reassured by the mood lighting, fake blood & theatrics. Nonetheless, our psyches still question the artifice - the darkness and perceived danger is still very real to our pre-verbal lizard brains which send the appropriate signals to our nervous systems accordingly. Our hearts pound, our palms sweat. We're startled, scared out of our wits, screaming in horror and having the most fun we've had in ages! Enter Madame Victoria's Mansion of Mayhem!
ENTER THE MANSION OF MAYHEM HERE!
MADAME VICTORIA'S MANSION OF MAYHEM is available in one size, two styles.
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle - $19
5ml Brown Apothecary Roll On - $20
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ENTER IF YOU DARE...
It's mid-October, not too long after dusk. A full moon hangs in the autumn sky, silhouetting the mostly-bare trees against a star-spattered sky as the car filled with you and your friends passes along a rural, two-lane road. Excitement is thick in the car, for tonight is special; not to be spent at the local night club or usual hangout, but a small, enticing ad in the newspaper brought word of something far better. Out here, on the edges of the city where the streetlights are few and far between, lies Madame Victoria's Mansion of Mayhem promising thrills and chills appropriate for the Halloween-season. A terrifying phantasm that rises from the chill autumn mists only once a year, and only for the briefest period of time.
A hand-painted sign, illuminated by a couple of clamp lights attached to a bush, is the only marker for the road. The words are written in gothic, drippy, and almost absurdly macabre letters, along with a skeletal hand pointing the way. The entrance road is full of potholes and well rutted... it would almost look like you were headed down some long abandoned path if it weren't for the artificial jack-o'-lanterns serving as way-markers along the shoulder. At the end, a teenager in plastic flashing devil horns shows you to your parking spot with the wave of a red flashlight, and it's everyone out of the car.
The night is crisp and cool, the smells of popcorn, cotton candy, and fog juice hanging on the breeze as your party makes its way up to the entrance. There's a brief wait in line, giving you ample time to listen to the screams, snarls, and less identifiable noises issuing from behind the fence. and you get your tickets; moving to stand in line with the other guests. From the queue, it's hard to see much; a weathered wooden fence roughly eight feet tall allows only the barest glimpses of movement and light beyond. The facade, though, is the foreboding portico of a decrepit southern mansion, the weathered steps creaking ominously as each group is let in by the creepily-smiling butler in the mildewed tuxedo at the front door. Some distance away, the off-key tootling of a circus organ can be heard, tinny in the cold air.
Welcome, to Madame Victoria's Mansion of Mayhem.
Enjoy your visit...
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SLIDER 2012
You've been in line close to an hour already, impatiently waiting beneath the decaying eaves of the Mansion. People around you chatter excitedly on cell phones or to each other in anticipation, watching the gaunt figure of the Talker shouting out to the crowd from his decrepit podium by the entrance.
Suddenly, with a horrible and unearthly scraping noise, a leggy zombie in greyish moldering rags races across the blacktop toward an unwitting teenager lost in her phone conversation.. Screeching, it crawls on its hands and knees as a shower of sparks explodes from underneath the creeping creature. In one smooth movement it lunges upright next to the oblivious teen, snarling and looming over her while she shrieks and nearly drops her phone in terror.
Sharp, startling, and sudden: grey mint, metallic lime, sparkling white grapefruit and pomegranate musk.
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LIGHTLESS MAZE 2012
The creaking doors and cobwebbed foyer of the Manor lead into a dark hallway, one that grows ever more dim the further your group progresses. In time, there is nothing but inky blackness, peppered with nerve-wracking scrapings in the walls and the feeling of spiderwebs brushing your face, or something worse - are those bugs crunching underfoot? Is the floor tilting, or is it just your imagination? There's a faint yelp from the front of the party as the poor soul in the lead finds out about the turn at the end of the hall the hard way.
Soft black patchouli, silky midnight opium, warm black tea and a mysterious trace of obfuscated honey sweetness over shrouded black coconut and black musk.
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HAUNTED GALLERY 2012
A thick black drapery separates the lightless hallway from one that is only slightly brighter. Blotchy, peeling wallpaper and dark oaken wainscoting stained with unknown mildews cover decrepit walls behind a series of paintings in dull gilded frames. Each one contains a formal portrait, though the subjects are human only in the loosest sense. Staring red eyes follow you from sunken sockets, faint eerie scrapings are heard from behind the flaking canvases, and one bulges out as you pass as if its subject were trying to reach through to the warm flesh on the other side. As your party reaches the end of the hall, the second portrait from the end slams down with a startling crash and the rotting shell of some decaying ancestor lunges through the opening with an unholy screech!
Once fine and glistening, the mahogany is now decayed and desiccated; blood amber soaks and stains the shredded canvas. Evocative of a heart filled with longing and regret.
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FORGOTTEN ATTIC 2012
Scampering out of the hall of possessed portraits, you emerge into the dim, cluttered recesses of the Mansion's attic where you are informed that a young woman once took her life after she was abandon at the altar.. Cobwebs and dust cling to every surface and eerie shadows flicker across the rough walls. A ghostly figure in the shadows seems to watch you sadly as you go past; a headless dressmaker's dummy with a stained old wedding dress that ruffles in an unseen breeze. As your group edges nervously among the cargo trunks and splitting boxes, a faint scratching noise reaches your ears as if some small animal were trapped somewhere in the narrow stacks. As you near the exit, the scraping turns into the crashing of chains, and a shriek to see you out the door in a panicked exit!
A lifetime neglected then forgotten: weathered and crumbling grief-torn love letters wrapped in a cracked and worn leather satchel, an unused moth-ravaged satin and lace trimmed wedding gown, a dusty and faded dried bouquet of blood red roses and a string of pearls stained with a rusty red splatter of blood.
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SOMETHING UNDER THE STAIRS 2012
The back stairs of the attic lead down into the depths, a narrow and claustrophobic descent into pitch blackness. You almost make it to the bottom before the sharp rattle of chains and a low, ominous growl sends you skittering toward the next room.
Ebony wood, vetiver, black leather, tonka, thick black vanilla resin, haunted clove, scuppernong and a wisp of motia attar.
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VAMPIRE'S LAIR 2012
Parting a thick velvet curtain, you find that the basement is less a forest of pipes and old junk and more a warren of hand-dug tunnels and caves. Niches in the stone walls hold candles and bones, aged books and ruined antiques. Amidst this blackened finery, a series of larger ledges hold coffins ranging from mildewed old toe-pinchers to fine, enameled steel. As you make your way between them, first one lid cracks open, then another, urging you to hurry onward. Suddenly, a lanky vampire in ruined Victorian garb lands heavily on a big metal coffin near the exit, hissing and clawing at you as you run past.
Damp and blood-soaked soil is buried deep under notes of blood orange, black roses, dragon's blood, clove incense, tobacco,red sandalwood, blood kyphi and blood musk sweetened with the tiniest trickle of bruised plum.
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JUNKYARD ZOMBIE 2012
The winding catacombs end in a crumbling old crypt, but it seems that the ancient graveyard it rests in has been long forgotten… long enough that it's been consumed by a nearby junkyard. Ancient, nearly-illegible tombstones lie almost unseen between burned out cars, rusting oil barrels, and discarded appliances. A low groan from the darkness proves soon enough that those interred in this once-hallowed ground are less than pleased by the current state of their lodgings. First one, than another, the zombies lurch out of the rusting debris, staggering unstoppably after your group as they flee for the safety of the distant gate.
Chthonic and ancient: lichen-riddled headstones, Spanish moss, smushy soil, murky myrrh, frozen mist and the eerie glow of the will-o'-the-wisp.
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SCARECROW ALLEY 2012
Reaching the dubious safety of the junkyard gate, the path leading out dumps out not on the safety of a highway, but the tall, crackling rows of a fallow cornfield. After some time spent wandering through the stalks in the darkness, the path opens out into a short road lined on both sides with suspicious looking scarecrows. Weather and decay have rotted away some of the burlap and flannel of their clothing and the straw is mildew-blackened. Perhaps it's a trick of the moonlight or the few lanterns hanging on the fence, but there seems to be something awfully realistic about these unmoving effigies. Only moments after you pass, two of the scarecrows fling themselves off their crosses, landing on the path behind you! Thankfully there are brighter lights ahead!
Moonlit corn husk, fresh pumpkin gourd, crispy frost-covered hay.
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VORTEX TUNNEL 2012
You lose your unholy pursuit in the corn, finally reaching the safety of the lights you saw in the distance… only to find out someone has set up a carnival out here in the corn. The music piping from inside the great tent is cheery, but somehow off and disturbing, the notes off key and cracked turning their perky melody into a tune of complete derangement. A gaunt man in a ringmaster's costume stands by the entrance, accompanied by a shapely woman in spangled tights and a very nearly blank doll's mask. He grins wickedly, beckoning you to pass through the curtains held by his assistant and into the swirling darkness within.
Inside, you find yourself on a narrow walkway inside a tunnel painted with crazy psychedelic patterns. The motion of the tunnel makes the walkway twist and writhe, all but forcing you to close your eyes just to get through this fun-house of terror without falling down.
Sweet funnel cakes defiled by chaotic swirls of vanilla ice cream, topped with corrupt caramel syrup and washed down with hootch.
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DOT ROOM 2012
Finally clear of the disorienting vortex, you take a moment to clear your vision… even though it looks like the fluorescent afterimages of the previous room have followed you here. Wild splatters of paint and brightly glowing dots cover every surface of this otherwise jet-black room, making it not entirely clear where the walls actually are. As you start to pick your way through it, some of those dots seem to move… or is it just your imagination? Soon enough the reality is made abruptly clear as shapes impossible to define dart and lunge toward you, swirling around your party as you scrabble for the exit.
Cavity craven and all madness! Peaches, pears, plums, and grapes petrified with toothache inspiring levels of sugar.
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KILLER KLOWN 2012
No rest for the wicked, though! The darkness of the Dot Room gives way to a brightly lit funhouse of warped mirrors, garishly painted arches, and flashing strobes. In the smoky chaos, yellow-fanged mad clowns dart, popping out of the peripheries with honking horns, crazed laughter, or bloodied hand tools. Withered corpses bound cruelly into exaggerated poses line the walls, mimicking tight wire acts, animal tamers, and side-show acts, each one more nightmarish than the next.
Spun sugar, vanilla-white greasepaint, molten marshmallow and cherry-syrup blood.
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CHAINSAW! 2012
As you claw your way out of the smoke and strobe filled carnival of chaos, you find yourself in what looks like some sort of access corridor. Unpolished, unpainted wooden walls lead out toward the distant sound of the parking lot, and safety. But just as you're about to reach it, a man in a stained, filthy jumpsuit explodes out from behind a side door, and the roar of his bloodied chainsaw rips through the air. "Encouraged" by this occurrence, you and your friends tear out through the exit at a dead run, the sting of gasoline smoke and death still thick in your nostrils.
Terrifyingly harsh, oily and industrial. Oil smoke, gasoline, opium tar, leather and black musk.
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THE WITCHES' COVEN
THE WITCHES' COVEN collection is available in one size, two styles.
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle - $19
5ml Brown Apothecary Roll On - $20
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INFERNA, the Blaze Witch 2012
The fiery and temperamental member of the ensemble, Inferna leaves a trail of ash in her wake.
Myrrh ashes, singed cinnamon bark, smoked ginger and peppered clove-infused vanilla. |
ESMERELDA, the Plague Witch 2012
Cheeriest member of the coven, Esmerelda's bubbly personality is in opposition to her power - to spread pestilence and woe at the snap of her greenish fingers.
Emerald green forest herbs crushed in a mortar and pestle and blended with resinous frankincense, wisteria and a drop of demon mint. |
WENDY, the Tempest Witch 2012
She will blow you away, literally. Having command over the wind makes Wendy a very happy and light-hearted witch!
Breeze-dusted lavender honey, broom straw, silver bells, wind-whipped willow and Mercurial musk. |
TERRA, the Tremor Witch 2012
If you're looking for Terra, your best bet would be to look in the forest caves hunkered down with the brown bears and grey wolves, or tending to her sacred grove of yew and apple trees.
Earthy patchouli, juicy yew berry, apple wood, loam, lichen and a kiss of frost.
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STELLA, the Celestial Witch 2012
Even when she's standing next to you, her silver eyes reveal that her mind is a million light years away, longing for another world to call home.
Otherworldly and bioluminescent flowers deepened with the blackness of a night sky littered with stars. |
MARISOL, the Tsunami Witch 2012
Watch what you say around Marisol, she's sensitive and cries at the drop of a pointed black hat. Deeply caring and feeling, her power knows no bounds - the power to love.
Ocean mist, lunar musk, moonflower and white amber complicated by white grapefruit and vanilla sugar. |
TEMPORA the Time Witch 2012
As a new dedicant to the Coven, Tempora feels at home during any day, year or era! Her cauldron is bigger on the inside and her trusty sonic broomstick is always at the ready to help her out of all the sticky situations she gets herself jammed into on her adventures through time, space and dimensions improbable and magical!
Legendary perfume components collected during her voyages, compounded in a cosmic mortar and pestle: Egyptian sandalwood gifted by Cleopatra from her own private reserve, the fragile scent of dried vanilla and dust extracted from the crumbling books and scrolls that once lined the shelves at the Library of Alexandria, sweetened black rose tea enjoyed with Queen Victoria in her garden. All deepened with rare, exotic and resplendent Oriental spice notes purchased from Marco Polo on the Silk Road. |
HALLOWS 2012 RESURRECTED
ALL-HALLOWS RESURRECTED 2012 is available in one size, two styles.
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle - $19
5ml Brown Apothecary Roll On - $20
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ABANDONED MORGUE 2012
Are you here on a dare and wishing you weren't, or is this your new nightly haunt? Either way, this old abandoned morgue has many stories to tell. Tonight we'll listen intently with the lights out!
Ghost of a bonfire, tonka bean, vanilla bourbon, Zanzibar clove, black amber and dark Indonesian patchouli.
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CALAVERA DE AZUCAR 2012
Muscovado sugar, royal icing and meringue powder with a slight hint of metaphysical white musk. |
HANSEL UND GRETEL 2012
A gingerbread house decorated with spice drops and butter cream frosting. The faint smell of a witch's brew filling the enchanted woods and roaring cook stove perfect for roasting a greedy little boy or girl. |
MARA 2012
Mara is the Buddhist personification of Evil. Also known as Papiyan, ("more wicked") Mara (meaning "thirst" or "death") made every attempt possible to deter Siddhartha on his path toward Enlightenment by using armies of temptations such as: lust, hunger, thirst, sloth, cowardice, pride and fame, among others.
Bo tree bark, Indian sandalwood, thousand-petaled sacred lotus blossoms, warmed honey and pure vanilla absolute. |
MAUSOLEUM 2012
The dusty stillness of the afterlife: emerald moss, black orchids, cold stones and holy water.
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MIDNIGHT DREARY 2012
Maybe it's the long winter looming around the corner? Perhaps it's the lengthening of the evening hours that signal the death of summer? Perchance it's simply sorrow for the lost Lenore? I couldn't tell you. But Poe's passion for the macabre (and maybe the love of laudanum) have led you down a dark path this evening. Will the sun ever rise again? In this midnight dreary mood, the answer is unlikely.
Pale ghost lilac and melancholy moonflowers decorate an elaborately antique mahogany table. Fig and clove, wafts of opium smoke hang heavy in the parlor as an open window carries a draft of night air and autumn leaves.
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MURDER OF CROWS 2012
Every fall they gather in murderous shrieking clusters blacking out the branches in the oak and apple trees across the street. They caw and cackle in a long-overdue maniacal avian family reunion from Hell.
The softest touch of black leather feathers, oak splinters, acorn, crumbled leaves and baked apples drizzled in brandy all illuminated by creamy vanilla moonlight
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OL' SCRATCH 2012
Ol' Scratch is a folksy epithet for Satan originating out of the legends of New England in the days before the Civil War. Some other pet names for the Prince of Darkness (other than Ozzy :D) are Old Nick, Old Bendy and Rodger (as in Jolly).
Thick slices of oven-fresh pumpkin bread slathered with butter and served with fresh cream and a drizzle of treacle |
PUNKIN' HEAD 2012
Juicy, spicy pumpkin blended in with adorable creamy bits of cheesecake slathered in caramel sauce.
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SUCCUBUS 2012
A demon who takes the form of a gorgeous human female specifically to seduce men. Like the incubus, the succubus may have been a scapegoat for infidelity or stray lust. Either way, the succubus has captured the imagination of men for ages, rousing all flavors of fear and fantasy.
African violet, sugar soaked vanilla, benzoin, coconut milk, triple cream, Egyptian sandalwood musk and red currant.
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WITCHING HOUR 2012
A midnight walk through the pumpkin patch on All Soul's Eve.
Spiced pumpkin, falling leaves, a black velvet cloak to pull close for warmth and a frankincense candle offering for the spirits residing in the nearby cemetery.
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Kwaidan, Madame Victoria's Mansion of Mayhem! Hallows 2012, The Witches' Coven and Hallows 2012 Resurrected will be undead until the end of November, or supplies are exhausted. Whichever comes first.
CREDITS:
Madame Victoria's Mansion of Mayhem
Concept & Artwork by Paula Schricker
Intro Copy by Vajra, Story Intro by Paula
Perfume Description Copy by Paula (mostly) & Vajra
Perfumes Created and Hand-Blended by Vajra
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July 3, 2012
FIVE
Conjure Oils' Fifth Anniversary Fragrance
The number five is sacred to the Orisha Oshun. Many consider Oshun to be flirtatious, a femme fatale and sometimes conversely, sweetly demure. In my experience, Oshun is a fierce warrior. While she does have elements to her personality that are coquettish, Oshun, the youngest of all Orishas, is arguably the most powerful. When Olodumare created the world, s/he could tell it was still incomplete. Looking down upon the newly created world God saw the sheer raw and vast beauty of his/her creation and tears of joy and ecstasy rolled down his/her cheeks cascading on to the world below. Born in those tears was Oshun. She adds to life all that makes it worth living: sensuality, pleasure, beauty, community, friends, and of course, love.
By using all the sweets she adores, Conjure Oils' Fifth Anniversary Celebration fragrance is dedicated to Oshun and all the gifts she gives us : Vanilla custard filled cream puff pastry is dusted with Ceylon cinnamon and drizzled with orange blossom honey and set ablaze with five yellow beeswax candles.
FIVE will be available for five days, or until supplies are exhausted.
FIVE is available in one size, two styles. SOLD OUT!
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle - $18
5ml Brown Apothecary Roll On - $19
HAPPY-GO-LUCKY
Friday July 13, 2012
This month, the 13th falls on Friday and it has been become somewhat of a custom for Conjure to create a commemorative fragrance magickally formulated to transform bad luck into good
July 2012's installment for the Friday the 13th collection is Happy Go Lucky. Based on an ancient Chinese medicine formula developed to help tonify and release Qi stagnation of Kidney meridian it is blended using only the finest wildcrafted and/or organic essential oils.
Huo Xiang/ Pogostemon cablin (Patchouli),
Sheng Jiang / Zingiber officianale (Ginger),
Tan Xiang/ Santalum album (Sandalwood),
Jin Yin Hua/ Loniceria japonica (Honeysuckle),
Ru Xiang/ Boswellia carterii (Frankincense),
Mo Yao/ Commiphora myrrha (Myrrh),
Chen Pi/ Citrus reticulata (Mandarin),
Ding Xiang/ Eugenia carophyllata (Clove),
An Xi Xiang/ Styrax benzoin (Benzoin),
Gui Zhi, Rou Gui, / Cinnamonum cassia (Cassia)
HAPPY-GO-LUCKY will be available for thirteen days, or until supplies are exhausted.
HAPPY-GO-LUCKY is available in one size, two styles. SOLD OUT!
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle - $25
5ml Brown Apothecary Roll On - $26
June 05, 2012
HOLY FUCK!
Venus Transits the Sun
Since the invention of the telescope, only seven of these celestial events have taken place and the events occur in pairs eight years apart. A rare treat, indeed!
To understand what this transit means, we have to delve into the meanings of the planets themselves. Venus, named after the Roman goddess of love and sensuality, is the second planet from the sun and along with Mars, our planetary neighbor.
The understand the energy of Venus is to understand the energy of life, not so much life as in creation, but the aspects of life that make existence enjoyable: love, pleasure, fulfillment, gratification. The treasures of Venus are tangible, they can be held, used, caressed, adored. She gifts us with the desires that reside deep in the heart and psyche and works with the magic of manifestation, possession and, of course, beauty. She grants our wishes for success and prosperity, for life events that support us, spirits to guide and protect us, families that are stable, friends that are true and mates that are soulful.
Venus is often associated with Mother goddesses such as the nurturing all-mother Isis and the Blessed Virgin Mary however, she is also a warrior who will battle to protect those dearest to her. She is often seen as a goddess of war: savage and almost violently erotic, lusty, and even petty and a plain bitch on bad days!
Pair these often paradoxical aspects of Venus with the sheer ego brilliance of the Sun - the center of our universe and often seen as the dispenser of all energy and the source for all existence and you'll come to recognize why I've selected Holy Fuck as the name for this ritual fragrance. When our raw and primal passionate urges for progeny and survival are paired with the source of our energetic center and our Will we can truly create the ultimate matrix for manifestation. We align the sacral with the crown chakra and our personal universe is created. Holy fuck, right? Holy fuck, indeed!
Conjure Oils is pleased to offer Holy Fuck, a Venusian blend compounded during the transit of Venus designed to harness the energy of the union of the Sun with the Morning Star. Perfect for manifestation work and crafting a life in alignment with your desires; a life worthy of living replete with joy and soul sustenance, Holy Fuck is your divine desires made manifest.
We are offering this consecrated blend in three forms - as a 5ml perfume ritual oil, a 1/2 oz. tin of hand-blended loose herbal incense and as a 4oz. amber glass bottle of Sanctuary Spray.
Holy Fuck Perfume Ritual Oil
Decanted in a 5ml green glass vial - $35
Notes of voluptuous gardenia, fleshy coconut, sexy vanilla musk, white patchouli, crystal amber and a shimmer of star jasmine
Hand-Blended Ritual Incense
1/2 oz steel tin packed to the brim - $25
Sumatran benzoin, Egyptian myrrh, red sandalwood, patchouli leaf, red rose petals, violet leaves, mugwort, orris root and other Venusian herbs infused with Holy Fuck ritual perfume oil.
Sanctuary Spray
Decanted in 4oz amber glass bottle with spray cap - $40
Distilled solar-charged water, gardenia, fleshy coconut, sexy vanilla musk, white patchouli, crystal amber and a shimmer of star jasmine. Frankincense, amber and peridot will be added to each bottle. Shipped Priority. (Extra postage is built into the item's cost. No need to add extra shipping!)
Holy Fuck Perfume Ritual Oil & Hand-Blended Ritual Incense Set
Combine the ritual oil with the incense to make a perfectly matched set and save $10! - $50
HOLY FUCK is available in one size, three styles and it comes tucked inside a muslin pouch.
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle - $35 SOLD OUT!
1/2oz Hand Blended Ritual Incense - $25 SOLD OUT!
4oz Sanctuary Spray - $40
Ritual Oil and Incense Set - $50
May 19, 2012
RING OF FIRE
Annular Solar Eclipse in Taurus
See my shadow changing,
Stretching up and over me.
Soften this old armor.
Hoping I can clear the way
By stepping through my shadow,
Coming out the other side.
Step into the shadow.
- 46 & 2 by Tool
A solar eclipse is that heavenly moment when the tender and introspective Moon sandwiches herself smack dab in between us and the extroverted and egocentric Sun. This tight conjunction is a perfect time to push ourselves further along, melding the yin with the yang, using the annular fire ring to add zing to your zang and allow ourselves to 'step through our shadows' if you will, turning our trash into compost and that compost into treasure. Since this eclipse occurs in Taurus of all signs, all acts of love and pleasure could definitely be your rituals, as the old Charge goes. What limits your comfort? Your beauty? Your happiness? Your self love?
Formulated specifically to work with the energies of the Annular Solar Eclipse in Taurus, the ritual oil will be consecrated and presented to the sun as the moon passes over his face. Magma is what comes to mind when I try to describe the scent. Dark, hot and a bit dangerous!
The cost will be $40 for 5ml ($41 for the roll-on) and will be tucked safely in its own pouch.
I will only be making a very small batch, so if you're interested in obtaining a bottle of this special oil please order by the end of the day on the 22nd. If I run out, I will post here.
Thank you and have a blessed eclipse!
RING OF FIRE is available in one size, two styles and it comes tucked inside a muslin pouch.
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle - $40
5ml Brown Apothecary Roll On - $41
SOLD OUT!
Resurrected for these long, lovely days of Spring....
LE SACRE DU PRINTEMPS - RESURRECTED
Scents inspired by the fevered passions of composer Igor Stravinsky and choreographer Vaslav Nijinski
Le Sacre du Printemps, or the Rite of Spring, is a legendary ballet rife with sexuality, virility, primal, ancient magics and pagan revelry. Penned in 1913, it is one of the best examples of musical innovation that heralded the Modern period of music. It has inspired many - from Fantasia to Frank Zappa - and continues to ignite the hearts and minds of artists to this day.
We at Conjure can think of no better devotion to Spring than to create a fragrance collection based on this wonderful and exhilarating work of fine art. This is a conceptual line, offering Conjure's interpretation of the music, the myth and the meaning that resounds within the imagination.
Enjoy the rebirth and the rapture.
Fragrances in the LE SACRE DU PRINTEMPS - RESURRECTED collection are available in one size, two styles:
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle - $18
5ml Brown Apothecary Roll On - $19
Danses des Adolescentes
The Dance of the Young Girls; a study in innocence.
Creamy orchid, soft skin musk, a blush of pink jasmine, white tea, candy floss and the finest gowns of raw silk and linen.
Jeu du Rapt
Ritual of Abduction; thief of hearts. Evocative of the myth of Persephone and the betrayal and agony she felt as she was spirited away to the underworld.
Crimson pomegranate, Moroccan fig, smoked vanilla sugar, soft moss, amber resin, aged black tea and opium poppy resin.
Rondes Printanières
Spring Rounds. Warm, sweet and renewing as the first day of Spring. This is the scent of hope.
Vanilla cream, pink hyacinth, ruby grapefruit, scarlet hibiscus, cake flour, caramelized coconut and raspberry infused patchouli.
Jeux des Cités Rivales
The Games of the Two Rival Tribes.
Spirited and spiced candied violets, bitter cloves, cassis and red sandalwood spar with black currant, ylang ylang, vanilla orchid, gunpowder and dried wild grasses.
Cortège du Sage
Procession of the Oldest and Wisest One. We revere the wisdom of the ages and respect our elders.
We honor the Old Ones: clary and desert sages, chaparral, creosote, ancient wood, faded leather and cactus flower sweetened with desiccated fireweed honey.
Adoration de la Terre
The Kiss of the Earth. Earthbound and beautiful; the blue dot in a sea of black that we call home.
Warm and golden as a summer's sunset: peach blossom honey, chthonic amber resin, toasted basmati rice, cured tobacco, sweet tea and blonde patchouli.
Danse de la Terre
Dancing Out of the Underworld. Persephone is free and the world is reborn in joyous celebration.
Escape the darkness with rejuvenating black Assam tea, dark coconut husk, aged vanilla resin, sacred sandalwood temple incense, earthen musk and shaved red mandarin zest.
Cercles Mystérieux des Adolescentes
Circle of the Mystical Maidens.
The Celtic festivals of Samhain and Beltaine are historically the two times during the year when the veil between the worlds of the living and the dead are at their thinnest. May 1st invites more than ancestral spirits - it carries the spirits of earth Elementals - faeries, gnomes, sprites and other creatures of myth as spring rains and gentle blossoms are carried on the perfumed breeze.
The Spring Maidens dance this eternal dance and weave into their rhythm the magic of the season working the rites that further weaken the veil making the world of seen and unseen indistinguishable.
"We gather in a strict formation, hold hands in a circle
and at twilight we all we all walk around the stones.
Spirits dance and bodies roll, hallucinations curtsey
as the river priestess consecrates the bones."
~ Casting the Runes, Legendary Pink Dots
Exotic tuberose, pink peony, lychee fruit, orange blossom, vanilla bean, tonka, strawberry blossom, bergamot and sugar cane.
Glorification de l'Élue
Naming and Glorifying the Chosen One who is the Golden Child, the May Queen, the Sacred Divine within; the Holy Fire of Spirit that links us with All-That-Is.
Glory be: golden saffron, antique patchouli, white honey, orris root, toasted almond, khus and splendid olibanum.
Evocation des Ancêtres
Evoking the Spirits of the Ancestors. We stand on the shoulders of our ancestors through love, adoration and veneration our predecessors are lifted, elevated, given light and eternal life.
Revere and honor: dried pomegranate rind crushed and perfumed with linden blossom, red spikenard, aloes wood, Egyptian sandalwood, sweet myrrh and Kyphi incense.
Action Rituelle des Ancêtres
Ritual of the Ancestors. Our ancestral rituals are remembered on a cellular level. Deep DNA memories are celebrated during the heart of the darkest night lasting until the break of iridescent dawn.
Honor those that have passed on with white sandalwood, red willow, amyris, palo santo, patchouli blossom, Himalayan cedar, ylang ylang, opoponax and ginseng.
Danse Sacrale
Sacrificial Dance of the Chosen One.
Sacred and uplifting: crystal amber, blue lavender, cyclamen, white sage, honeydew, vanilla musk, candied violets and a gentle heart of white rose tea.
Le Sacre du Printemps will be available until June 21st
April 29, 2012
Peek-a-Boo! Miss Lucy's Two! is LIVE in the Newfangled Notions collection!
April 22, 2012
GOTHS IN TREES - Earth Day LE 2012
Title inspired by a blog I saw recently, Goths in Trees is our first ever Earth Day limited edition! Using all natural, organic/wild crafted oils! Deep and earthy amyris and balsam peru, gritty patchouli, ho wood and oakmoss brightened with olibanum, sweet orange and a subtle drop of ylang ylang sunshine!.
Goths in Trees is available in a brown apothecary bottle. SOLD OUT!
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle - $18
April 13, 2012
FRIDAY the 13th
People have multiple reactions when the 13th day of the month falls on a Friday. Some tremble in fear and refuse to leave the house, while others can't wait to get out and try their hand at gambling on a day that they think is extremely lucky. Personally, I feel that Friday the 13th is a fantastic day for turning bad luck into good, breaking old harmful habits, and clearing your life of false friends, people and situations. It seems that 13 is a mystical in between time perfect for change.
13
Today's offering, 13, is blended to be incredibly useful for breaking old habits, ridding your life of worn out situations that no longer serve you, and for fortifying your passions and resolve. It contains 13 essential oils famous for their abilities to cut and clear, as well as a hefty portion of a mixture of thirteen herbal and mineral curios added to each and every bottle for added oomph!
Great for dressing your body in blessing gestures, anointing amulets, candles or mojos, adding to bath or wash water or just add a couple drops to a burner and allow the aroma to cleanse and purify the area around you.
13 is available in a brown apothecary bottle. SOLD OUT!
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle - $20
13 will be live for thirteen days and will come down on the 26th.
MLLE. VICTORIA'S LUPERTINE BURLESQUE CABARET!
Happy Lupercalia, Valentine's Day, or Lupertine, as I've come to call it! This is the time of year for things to heat up, so without further ado - come one, come all to witness the stunning beauty and talent demonstrated by the show girls of yesteryear! Va va va voom!
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DE FAYA
De Faya's gutsy glamour comes from her ability to proudly display the military look! Strong and tall, she marches this sexy look decades ahead into the future!
A bold, confident blend: White sandalwood musk with glowing golden notes of honeysuckle, bergamot and aged tonka. |
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DIÉTERLE
Diéterle's a sophisticated show girl - her tight curls and checkered kerchief present a strong and confident performer.
Rich and creamy leather intricately layered with tobacco infused vanilla, shimmering musk and a hint of red patchouli and cacao. |
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ELECTREMA
Electrema is shocking in her ghostly white body suit and gossamer veil. She slips and slides silently, dancing into your haunted heart.
Crystal musk, silverbells, ozone, a clap of thunder and a spark of lightning.
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L'EGYPTIENNE
L'Egyprienne is a dancing marvel. Hailing from lands far away and exotic, she brings her Oriental dance to the stage, with all of its sinewy mystery.
Egyptian sandalwood and musk, kyphi incense, benzoin and Silk Road spices evoke the sensual heat and all the romance of the desert. |
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LILY DAMITA
Lily Damita is no shy violet! Her iridescent white ruffles, wig and lily blossoms add sparkle and flair to her seductive dance.
White lily, apple, golden honey, tonka, patchouli and whipped cream. Not for the faint of heart! |
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MLLE. LOLA
Mlle. Lola brings spring with her steps. With her crown of flowers and milky white limbs, her dance melts the ice of winter and promises spring.
Spring warmth: Forsythia, blue hyacinth, fresh grass and dandelion grounded in thawing earth. |
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MLLE. PAPILLON
Mlle. Papillon flitters across the stage, swinging her large wings boldly with panache and flash! Become beguiled by the beating of her wings!
Butterfly bush, nectarine, frankincense, snapdragon, and sagebrush. |
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MLLE. C. de VILLERS
Mlle C. de Villers is a jewel in the crown of the show! With her bright pink plumage and aqua dress, she is a splash of color against the subdued stage lights.
Pink grapefruit, red musk, French vanilla ice cream with a brandy soaked Moreno cherry on top.
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MLLE. ÉVA MARTIN
Mlle. Éve Martin is truly an original! Her geometric dress revealing the most suggestive views of the female body. It's almost scandalous!
Toasted coconut, caramelized vanilla bean, peach, and heady magnolia ignited with red musk. |
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MLLE. WHIARD
Witchy Mlle. Whiard casts a spell with her hot pink pointed hat and wildly floral gown. Let her cast a spell on you!
Wild strawberry, whipped cream, kiwi fruit, raw sugar and a pinch of clove. |
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SELVA & LARIDAN
Selva & LariDan are the dynamic dancing duo! Hot as the tropical flowers they wear proudly in their hair, they entwine their bodies, writhing to a melody most ancient and fantastic.
Crimson hibiscus, golden frankincense, yellow rose, dark sandalwood, oud, aged vanilla and a drop of sensual spiced honey. |
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TRUE LOVE NEVER DIES 2012
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Please note that these are only available in pairs.
Antony & Cleo 2012
According to legend it was love at first sight between Cleopatra, the last Pharaoh of Egypt and Marc Antony, the Roman General and friend of Julius Caesar. The two would eventually marry, have three children and as a family, rule much of the region.
The truth is lost in the mists of history, but some say that Marc Antony killed himself by falling on his sword when he heard a false rumor that his beloved Cleopatra had died. Others say that when the tides of war turned against the couple, they escaped together then, to avoid capture, Marc Antony committed suicide. When Cleopatra, who by this time was already imprisoned by Octavian and could no longer bear the grief of her dwindling empire, heard the news about the death of her dear Marc Antony she poisoned herself by snake bite. With the help of her sympathetic servants, she hid a small asp in a basket of figs, donned her royal robes, reclined upon her couch of gold and placed the venomous snake upon her breast.
Antony
A complex and ancient stymmata recreated to commemorate the general: juniper berries macerated in a base of sandalwood imported from the Far East, royal musk, cyclamen, sweet flag, blue lavender, myrtle, cypress, labdanum and victorious bay laurel.
Cleo
Cleopatra understood the power of scent and utilized it to her advantage. It is said she first met Marc Antony upon a ship equipped with large billowing incense censers and perfumed sails that scented the entire port.
A legendary queen, seductress, mathematician and strategist, Cleopatra is remembered in this beguiling fragrance: Egyptian sandalwood, myrrh resin, honeysuckle, orris root, serpentine cinnamon and black fig.
The Breath of Isis & The Jewel of Osiris 2012
No other gods could boast of love as deep and pure as the love shared by Isis and Osirs. Out of jealousy, Osiris was murdered by his brother, Set, and his body was divided into fourteen parts and scattered to the four corners. Isis, stricken ill with grief and despair, frantically searched the world over for her lover's body parts. She discovered all but one, as the phallus of Osiris had been eaten by a fish! Undaunted, crafty Isis fashioned a new phallus for her husband out of pure gold. She then embalmed him and with one giant breath filled with love, passion, longing, grief and ecstasy, brought Osiris back to life to rule the Underworld.
The Breath of Isis
Lotus root, tonka bean, sweet pea blossoms, neroli, black currant absolute and an opoponax tear drop.
The Jewel of Osiris
Guiacwood, oakmoss, black patchouli, crimson plum, golden bergamot and cassia
Khosrow & Shirin 2012
Khosrow and Shirin are two lovers immortalized by ancient Persian poets. Khosrow is a handsome prince who is taken with tales of a beautiful princess living in a nearby kingdom. Khosrow, anxious to meet his future bride, can wait no longer and travels with his best friend to Shirin's land to meet her. Shirin is then courted with Khosrow's amazing feats of strength and daring until at long last, she's convinced that he's truly her soul mate.
Khosrow
Bold cardamom cream is exalted with scarlet carnation, golden frankincense and amber resin.
Shirin
Sweet and seductive: silken jasmine, royal rose, gentle geranium, vanilla blossom, red musk, sweet patchouli and molten honey.
Sir Lancelot & Lady Guinevere 2012
Torn between their loyalty to King Arthur and their desire for one another, it can be argued that the love between Guinevere and Lancelot weakened the integrity of the Round Table. Truly star-crossed lovers from the start, Lancelot and Guinevere never had a chance. Even after the death of Arthur, Lancelot was denied a final kiss from his beloved as she'd joined a convent with the intention of never seeing the face of Lancelot again.
Sir Lancelot
Aged leather, almond, shining musk, nutmeg, black tea, vanilla sugar and smoked sandalwood.
Lady Guinevere
Tuberose, sweet cream, juicy apricot, cherry blossoms, rosewood and the softest blush of pink grapefruit.
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ANA MOAJABA BIK 2012
Moroccan
A complex and mysterious melange of black musk incense, white sandalwood, spicy red carnation, oud, and Moroccan geranium with a sparkle of sweet orange.
DON JUAN 2012
This sultry Spanish libertine's seductive folly led him straight to the gates of Hell, however the magnetic allure of his eponymous fragrance is nothing short of Heavenly.
Saffron and sable Moorish woods are seduced by bundles of white lavender, masculine amber and black musk.
HARLOT 2012
Biblically, harlots were devoted prostitutes who worked in service of the great goddess Astarte, the Syrian Venus.
Temple incense, dried blood red roses, labdanum, osmanthus, tuberose and oud.
RAVISHED 2012
Seduced by a scoundrel on the Seven Seas; a bodice-ripper in it's own right. Passionate pirate kisses plunder the depths of her black heart.
Sweltering Tahitian vanilla heat, a mahogany headboard, silken crimson sheets pulled tight and notes of golden honey ooze over mouth-watering coconut mounds.
SHEELA-NA-GIG 2012
She first appeared in the 11th or 12th century as a stone carving found on churches, castles and gates in Britain and Ireland and was believed to be an apotropaic charm – a true testament to the female mysteries.
Sheela-Na-Gig, often considered as a Goddess, is a powerful symbol of a woman's relationship with her sexuality, her body and the power that lies therein. She is depicted as a grinning bald woman displaying her exaggerated vulva for the world to behold. Imagine what would happen if we were proudly willing to share the most sacred parts of ourselves without reservation. Allow Sheela's bold defiance of misogyny to empower you!
A daring mix of enchanted herbs and flowers sacred to the ancient Celts of the British Isles evoke he feeling of watching the sun set behind the towering megaliths of Stonehenge: rolling green hills, dusky heather, the gossamer fruit of the Sidhe and sacred vervain.
SHUNGA 2012
Shunga were sexually explicit Japanese ukiyo-e woodblock prints produced in the 16th and 19th centuries. Men and women from all stations in life took great pleasure in these erotic "pillow books" as they were often given as gifts to newly-wedded couples. The lascivious images in these books were highly idealized, stylized and featured innumerable steamy situations with raw desire and opulent fantasy.
A suggestive blend of impassioned dark amber resin clinging to delicate white ginger lilies as tendrils of Asian opium smoke swirl about the charged atmosphere.
TÁIM IN NGRÁ LEÁT 2012
Irish Gaelic
An inspired scent that evokes swirling mists through ancient apple orchards, oak leaves, cool rain and emerald moss.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Whether you loved it or hated it. you have to agree, 2011 was a hell of a year! Here is a small selection ranging from doom to death to decadence (all the good stuff!) to say sionara to the old year and howdy to the new! May good luck, prosperity, great health, and lots of love be yours in 2012!
~Vajra & the CO crew! |
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b'ak'tun 13 - APOCALYPSE SOON?
You may have heard a little rumor that a cerain Mayan calender is set to expire this year. (As an aside, why does this have to coincide with an election year AND during the year of the Dragon? As if I don't have enough to worry over, but I digress...) If this year is it, make it your best year ever! More YES less NO, less stay, more GO! See you on the other side.
Sin while you may: Black musk, leather, clove saturated patchouli and tobacco spiced with peppered Mexican chocolate and aged vanilla beans. |
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THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR
by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,
And the winter winds are wearily sighing:
Toll ye the church bell sad and slow,
And tread softly and speak low,
For the old year lies a-dying.
Old year you must not die;
You came to us so readily,
You lived with us so steadily,
Old year you shall not die.
He lieth still: he doth not move:
He will not see the dawn of day.
He hath no other life above.
He gave me a friend and a true truelove
And the New-year will take ’em away.
Old year you must not go;
So long you have been with us,
Such joy as you have seen with us,
Old year, you shall not go.
He froth’d his bumpers to the brim;
A jollier year we shall not see.
But tho’ his eyes are waxing dim,
And tho’ his foes speak ill of him,
He was a friend to me.
Old year, you shall not die;
We did so laugh and cry with you,
I’ve half a mind to die with you,
Old year, if you must die.
He was full of joke and jest,
But all his merry quips are o’er.
To see him die across the waste
His son and heir doth ride post-haste,
But he’ll be dead before.
Every one for his own.
The night is starry and cold, my friend,
And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend,
Comes up to take his own.
How hard he breathes! over the snow
I heard just now the crowing cock.
The shadows flicker to and fro:
The cricket chirps: the light burns low:
’Tis nearly twelve o’clock.
Shake hands, before you die.
Old year, we’ll dearly rue for you:
What is it we can do for you?
Speak out before you die.
His face is growing sharp and thin.
Alack! our friend is gone,
Close up his eyes: tie up his chin:
Step from the corpse, and let him in
That standeth there alone,
And waiteth at the door.
There’s a new foot on the floor, my friend,
And a new face at the door, my friend,
A new face at the door.
The old year makes way for the new: melting snow, a snuffed out candle flame and the sweet scent of hope fresh on new year's morn. |
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OUT WITH THE OLD...
Oya's winds will blow! Sweep the carnage of the old year away and make room for something far more spectacular!
Cypress, black patchouli, oakmoss, lemon with a pinch of hyssop and rue added to the bottle. |
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...IN WITH THE NEW
All of the best in the new year! Love, light, life, money, friends, good times, peace of heart, mind and soul. Those resolutions can stick. WE CAN DO THIS!
Golden sandalwood drenched in amber with inspired ginger and a shimmering spray of olibanum and sweet orange.
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The Naughty List photo:
Model & styling by Hottie McNaughty
Photo by POC
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THE NAUGHTY LIST
Conjure Oils’ Yule 2011
Collection
Welcome to Conjure Oils’ 2011 Yule Collection, The Naughty List! Every year, we host a contest to challenge the citizens of Conjure County to come up with suggestions for their ideas of a holy grail Yule perfume design. The winners not only get $30 in Conjure Ca$h to indulge on anything at ConjureOils.com, they also get to be the envy of their friends and enemies alike! All winning entries are lovingly crafted into a unique perfume oils available for all to admire (and purchase!) on the Conjure Oils website throughout the Yuletide season, not to mention that the winner also receives a 5ml bottle of their perfume as well!
The parameters of the contest were fairly loose – a maximum of five entries per person illustrating concepts that could be as general or specific as the entrant desired. We had entries that ran the gamut from simply elegant (balsam fir and cranberries, call it Garlands) to intricately complex treatises on the origins of various Yule traditions (for example, an entry the length of five single-spaced typed pages explaining the origins of Krampus with the recommendation that the perfume be titled Krampusnacht ist Wunderbar!)
Every year the entries increase in their creativity, cleverness, complexity of design and, well, length! :D I am SO proud of the citizens of Conjure County and the community that has been created around Conjure Oils. I want to extend a massive gesture of gratitude and bow deeply and reverently before everyone who entered, who told someone or who spread the word about the contest, to all who spread the word about Conjure Oils to anyone who would listen, all who taunted their foes with the majesty of our unpretentious honesty and the sincerity of our passions. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
So! On to the Naughty List! Congratulations to all the winners and to everyone who entered! I loved reading all of your creative contributions and wished I could have used them all! Nonetheless, may your Yule be blessed, your Kwanzaa righteous, your Hanukkah glorious, your Christmas merry and your Winter Solstice secular!
Big love, hugs, blessings, light, life and joy from all of us at Conjure Oils & The Conjure Works!
Vajra, Sterling & Miss Lucy, too! |
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All three categories of Yule 2011 fragrances are available in one size, two styles:
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle - $18
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle Glass Roll-On -$19
Please indicate your desired size and fragrance from the drop down menus below then click the Add To Cart button to complete the selection.
The Yule Collection will be LIVE until January 15, or if supplies are exhausted.
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THE NAUGHTY LIST
Despite our best efforts to kiss up to the big guy in red, sometimes we can't help but end up on the naughty list!
Fluffy marshmallows slowly toasted over the fireplace flames, buttered rum spiked steamed vanilla milk, cacao musk, swirling pipe tobacco and a snicker doodle bribe.
Hottie McNaughty
Washington, USA |
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HADES’ HOMECOMING
Even Gods get to go home for the holidays and Hades is no exception! Every Midwinter’s Eve He returns to Mount Olympus to share in the ambrosial nectar. Let us celebrate the Lord of the Dead’s slight reprieve with fragrant offerings of our own design.
Persephone's frosted garnet pomegranates, lightly bruised winter mint, snow-softened flames, Stygian incense smoke, Cerebus’ worn collar leather and the bittersweet tears of homecoming.
Nyx G.
California, USA |
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KAOS
The prehistoric abyss that gives birth to the Sun and all of creation.
Primeval black resin, hoary black musk, ancient leather, Prometheus’ fire and traces of ozone; a relic from the crack of lightning that created life in the primordial ooze. |
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NYX
Nyx is the exceedingly dark, beautiful, powerful and unknowable Greek goddess of the Night who witnessed the birth of all of creation. She is Mother of the deepest mysteries that have haunted humanity since the beginning of time: The Mother of Moros (Doom), Styx (Hate), Hypnos (Sleep) & Thanatos (Death) and many, many others. I’m sure Holiday celebrations at Mama Nyx’s house are serious business!
AT NIGHT
Franz Kafka
Deeply lost in the night.
Just as one sometimes lowers one’s head to reflect,
Thus to be utterly lost in the night. All around people are asleep.
It’s just play acting, and innocent self-deception, that they sleep in houses,
In safe beds, under a safe roof, stretched out or curled up on mattresses,
In sheets, under blankets; in reality they have flocked together
As they had once upon a time and again later in a deserted region,
A camp in the open, a countless number of men, an army, a people,
Under a cold sky on cold earth, collapsed where once they had stood,
Forehead pressed on the arm, face to the ground, breathing quietly.
And you are watching, are one of the watchmen,
You find the next one by brandishing a burning stick
From the brushwood pile beside you.
Why are you watching? Someone must watch, it is said.
Someone must be there.
Egyptian myrrh, amber resin, opium tar, antique patchouli, moonflower, black tea and tonka bean.
Kirsten B.
Georgia, USA |
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COLA DE MONO
“The Monkey’s Tail” in English, Cola de Mono is a traditional Chilean holiday drink that is similar to a White Russian. The Dude would approve! “Hey man, there’s a beverage here!”
Hot buttered rum, scalded cream, spiced coffee liqueur and a splash of vanilla infused vodka.
Michelle H.
California, USA |
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PANCHA GANAPTI
Pancha Ganapti is a five day solstice celebration that takes place December 21st through the 25th in honor of the elephant-headed Hindu deity Ganesha. On the first day, the shrine is constructed by the family as a gesture of unity and worship and an icon of Ganesha is decorated with pine boughs, shimmering tinsel and a particular magical color. Each day the God is dressed in a new color and a particular sadhana, or spiritual practice, is focused upon by the family. By the last day, the celebrants are said to be overflowing with love for one another and showered with the blessings of Ganesha.
Beats passing out from turkey overdose in front of the TV if you ask me!
Coconut cream, caramelized sugar, cardamom, rosewater, fresh mango pulp, red musk, amber incense, a bouquet of champaca and a few grains of basmati rice.
Heather M.
Washington, USA |
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THE ICE QUEEN COMETH
Seated atop her gleaming crystalline carved ice throne, the regal Ice Queen prepares once more to rule the winter world. Tended to by snow sylphs and frost faeries she is powdered, perfumed and primped in her finest winter-white raiment and ready to mount her fantastic furred beast. She rides forth bringing with her winter's chill winds and icy darkness.
Hers is the fragrance of frost itself: arctic winds and frigid ice-rain drops that weave an icy web of glacial glamour. |
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SNOWCASTLE
A pale little girl sat in a field
Raising a castle from snow.
"You shouldn't be out here, you'll catch a cold!"
A passerby started to scold.
"I am out here, and here I shall stay, building my castles of snow.
For I'm all alone in this world and have no other place to call home."
"Little girl, don't you cry, for I've come bearing gifts;
Of warm, cozy nights
And daybreaks, so bright.
Just close your eyes and take hold my hand."
"Where are we going?"
"To your own winter wonderland."
With a snap of his fingers, and a clap of his hands
They shrunk to the size of two grains of sand
Then all of a sudden, the two were inside
A magnificent palace of ivory, so white.
Seated before an amber fire, lay the little girl's most sincere desire
A beautiful mother, with beauty and grace
And a father with a kind and generous face.
The little girl cried tears of absolute glee
As the passerby smiled, exiting silently.
From the little snow castle that was now the girl's home
No teardrops or sadness, just acres to roam.
As the kindly stranger went on his way
He waved a good-bye and boarded his sleigh.
The scent of holiday dreams come true: Powder fine sugar and snow, the stillness of clear iced amber, soft tendrils of hearth fire smoke and the welcoming gentle scent of oven fresh gingerbread slices dusted with just enough holiday magic.
Miranda S.
New Jersey, USA |
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MAUL SANTA
Because Killer Klowns need holiday work, too!
Drunk before noon: Dark and boozy Bourbon vanilla, blackened coconut husk, toasted tonka bean, cherry pipe tobacco smoke and the suspicious scent of peppermint schnapps.
Leigh B.
Tennessee, USA |
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SLEIGHER
I’m dreaming of a black metal Christmas… Somewhere in Norway a church is glowing, on Christmas Eve and the flames are spreading…
(I’m so going to Hell for this one.)
A Black Mass: Corrupted church incense, unholy water, Hell fire and the surprisingly pleasant scent of damnation.
Andrew D.
Oregon, USA
#OCCUPYTHENORTHPOLE
Why should Santa get all the credit? Let’s #OccupytheNorthPole and give props to some of the 99% that do all the work in the cold, white North - the reindeer!
This is in no way meant to demean or diminish the value or intention of the righteous #Occupy movement, of which I am in full support. In fact, the proceeds of the #OccupyTheNorthPole collection will be used to help us at Conjure Oils create care packages for the Occupants across the nation as need dictates. The packages will contain liquid antacid and empty spray bottles, protective eye wear, tincture of echinacea and goldenseal, zinc lozenges, toiletries, packs of new socks, fleece hats, mittens and hopefully brand new coats if the line generates enough funds!
DASHER
Dashing bergamot blossom, guaiac wood, cardamom pods, toasted cinnamon, black amber, benzoin resin, pimento berry and polished mahogany.
DANCER
Egyptian chamomile, rock rose, elemi resin, aged vanilla bean, sugared amber and dark patchouli SCO2.
PRANCER
Snow-dusted cypress branches, steaming coffee, vetiver root and patchouli wood.
VIXEN
Sweet honey, champaca blossom, vanilla orchid, ginger root and a sip of shimmering ruby pomegranate champagne.
COMET
Black pepper, nutmeg, clary sage, starry black vanilla musk, labdanum absolute and stellar white sandalwood.
CUPID
Sultry red musk, golden amber resin, red mandarin, crimson carnation and clove bud.
DONNER
White pine, pimento berry, violet leaf, hinoki wood, birch bark, Himalayan cedar wood, rainbow iris and olibanum.
BLITZEN
Lime zest, bergamot, night blooming jasmine, white tea, fresh skin musk, white amber, lily of the valley and brisk night air.
GINGERBREAD COVEN
Build-Your-Own-Gingerbread-Temple! Esmerelda, Inferna, Wendy, Terra and Marisol are back to celebrate Yule with you and have crafted all the goodies you’ll need to create the most delicious dwelling for all your spell castings!
INFERNA’S GINGERBREAD
Nothing says lovin’ like somethin’ from the coven and Inferna’s gingerbread is no exception! Hand mixed and baked to perfection: ginger root, sifted cake flour, molasses, brown sugar and a pinch of chili pepper. Inferna wouldn’t have it any other way!
TERRA’S SPICED GUMDROP GEMS
Terra spent all month in the candy caverns mining the perfect jelly gemstones that have just the right balance of clove, cinnamon, nutmeg and allspice!
MARISOL’S SEA SALT CARAMELS
Marisol’s caramels are a force of nature all on their own! Mouth-watering soft caramel, sugared milk, vanilla bean and a sprinkling of her own hand-harvested sea salt.
WENDY’S WICKED ICING
Wendy’s whipped up a batch of her royal icing: confectioner’s sugar, vanilla and cream.
ESMERELDA’S CANDY WANDS
Red and green swirls of peppermint hard tack candy sweetened with vanilla sugar and a hint of something sinister.
GHOST OF YULES PAST
A LA NANITA NANA
The cherubic scent of a sleeping infant's skin, the nourishing sweetness of mother's milk, holy white musk and the radiant golden glow of warm vanilla-infused amber angel wings.
Hillary L.
Pennsylvania, USA
Yule 2010 Winner
AURORA BOREALIS
Shivering frost notes cling to the boughs of fir and spruce whilst wisps of smoke from sacred wood fires swirl and undulate amid a wintry mix of chilled yew and cranberries sweetened with frozen vanilla.
Niki W.
United Kingdom
Yule 2010 Winner
CHOCOLATE CAT
Hot chocolate cream flavored with curls of blood orange peel and soft ginger fur. Hurrah for the Chocolate Cat!
VioletBlue
Florida, USA
Yule 2010 Winner
I WANT TO BELIEVE (IN SANTA)
A suspicious mix of holiday cheer: vanilla syrup sweetened eggnog spiked with a dubious shot of spiced rum, garnished with a peppermint candy cane and a splash of doublespeak.
Vajra W.
Oregon, USA
Yule 2010 Winner
MIDNIGHT OF THE CENTURY
The otherworldly aroma of sacred offerings: resinous billows of frankincense and myrrh smoke, the built up wax from ages of burned beeswax candles, sacramental wine sweetened with milk and honey, slices of oven-fresh cranberry bread, garlands of holiday greens and flecks of gold foil from worn Byzantine saint icons.
Mark H. and the TIWWA Gang
UK/USA
Yule 2010 Winner
MOOSEMAS
Dark and rich chocolate mousse laced with the warmth and cheer of hazelnut liqueur and slivered almonds because things always get a little nutty at Moosemas!
Andrea F.
Wisconsin, USA
Yule 2010 Winner
POMME D’AMBRE
A juicy clove-studded orange is dusted with powdered cinnamon, ginger and orris root and hung from a scarlet ribbon to perfume the air with its ancient aroma.
Erin G.
Massachusetts, USA
Yule 2010 Winner
SHUT-EYE TOWN
Sweet lavender-infused vanilla cream, heliotrope blossoms and blue chamomile to soothe winter woes.
VioletBlue
Florida, USA
Yule 2010 Winner
SNEGUROCHKA
Romantically tragic and withering: roses heavy with ice are thawed with a deep heart of oud and fiery ginger.
Christine
Oregon, USA
Yule 2008 Winner
SNOWBOUND
Frozen musk topped by worn leather, sultry sandalwood and a drop of sweetest honey.
Vajra W.
Oregon, USA
Yule 2008 Winner
STILLE NACHT
Atlas cedar, oakmoss, cold dry woods, faded cathedral incense and drifting snow.
Paula S.
Arizona, USA
Yule 2010 Winner
STIRICIDE
Icicles with evil agendas, ozone and the coppery tang of impending doom.
Krystal A./Maire I.
USA
Yule 2010 Winner
STROKES OF GOLD
Glimmering golden sandalwood, glittering vanilla blossoms and a shimmer of sweet clove bud.
VioletBlue
Florida, USA
Yule 2010 Winner |
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Madame Victoria's Mansion of Mayhem! - Hallows 2011
Perhaps nothing pairs the horror and excitement of Halloween like a good old fashioned Haunted House attraction. Combining a festive carnival atmosphere with the terror of the unseen world, demented and tortured souls trigger the latent primal fears that dwell within the patrons as they stumble from room to room in the dim light, bearing witness to the ghastly scenes and ghoulish sights displayed before them.
Once a year the fear inspired by the Things that go Bump in the Night serves to entertain us; we're intellectually reassured by the mood lighting, fake blood & theatrics. Nonetheless, our psyches still question the artifice - the darkness and perceived danger is still very real to our pre-verbal lizard brains which send the appropriate signals to our nervous systems accordingly. Our hearts pound, our palms sweat. We're startled, scared out of our wits, screaming in horror and having the most fun we've had in ages!
Enter Madame Victoria's Mansion of Mayhem! ...if you dare!
ENTER THE MANSION OF MAYHEM HERE!
Order the entire set of Madame Victoria's Mansion of Mayhem and receive a free pip of Behind the Screams
Behind the Screams
Behind every bloody zombie, crazed clown, or deranged doctor, there's a team of (perhaps also slightly mad) individuals devoted to making your Halloween experience as exciting as possible. They shed sweat, tears, (and blood, more often than not) in the pursuit of making nightmares real, if only for a brief time, creating tombstones out of plywood and tentacled swamp beasts out of high-expansion spray foam and fabric leaves from Big Lots. To those who work Behind the Screams… we at Conjure Oils salute you!
Greasepaint, fog juice and latex rubber.
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ENTER IF YOU DARE...
It's mid-October, not too long after dusk. A full moon hangs in the autumn sky, silhouetting the mostly-bare trees against a star-spattered sky as the car filled with you and your friends passes along a rural, two-lane road. Excitement is thick in the car, for tonight is special; not to be spent at the local night club or usual hangout, but a small, enticing ad in the newspaper brought word of something far better. Out here, on the edges of the city where the streetlights are few and far between, lies Madame Victoria's Mansion of Mayhem promising thrills and chills appropriate for the Halloween-season. A terrifying phantasm that rises from the chill autumn mists only once a year, and only for the briefest period of time.
A hand-painted sign, illuminated by a couple of clamp lights attached to a bush, is the only marker for the road. The words are written in gothic, drippy, and almost absurdly macabre letters, along with a skeletal hand pointing the way. The entrance road is full of potholes and well rutted... it would almost look like you were headed down some long abandoned path if it weren't for the artificial jack-o'-lanterns serving as way-markers along the shoulder. At the end, a teenager in plastic flashing devil horns shows you to your parking spot with the wave of a red flashlight, and it's everyone out of the car.
The night is crisp and cool, the smells of popcorn, cotton candy, and fog juice hanging on the breeze as your party makes its way up to the entrance. There's a brief wait in line, giving you ample time to listen to the screams, snarls, and less identifiable noises issuing from behind the fence. and you get your tickets; moving to stand in line with the other guests. From the queue, it's hard to see much; a weathered wooden fence roughly eight feet tall allows only the barest glimpses of movement and light beyond. The facade, though, is the foreboding portico of a decrepit southern mansion, the weathered steps creaking ominously as each group is let in by the creepily-smiling butler in the mildewed tuxedo at the front door. Some distance away, the off-key tootling of a circus organ can be heard, tinny in the cold air.
Welcome, to Madame Victoria's Mansion of Mayhem.
Enjoy your visit...
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Slider
You've been in line close to an hour already, impatiently waiting beneath the decaying eaves of the Mansion. People around you chatter excitedly on cell phones or to each other in anticipation, watching the gaunt figure of the Talker shouting out to the crowd from his decrepit podium by the entrance.
Suddenly, with a horrible and unearthly scraping noise, a leggy zombie in greyish moldering rags races across the blacktop toward an unwitting teenager lost in her phone conversation.. Screeching, it crawls on its hands and knees as a shower of sparks explodes from underneath the creeping creature. In one smooth movement it lunges upright next to the oblivious teen, snarling and looming over her while she shrieks and nearly drops her phone in terror.
Sharp, startling, and sudden: grey mint, metallic lime, sparkling white grapefruit and pomegranate musk.
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Lightless Maze
The creaking doors and cobwebbed foyer of the Manor lead into a dark hallway, one that grows ever more dim the further your group progresses. In time, there is nothing but inky blackness, peppered with nerve-wracking scrapings in the walls and the feeling of spiderwebs brushing your face, or something worse - are those bugs crunching underfoot? Is the floor tilting, or is it just your imagination? There's a faint yelp from the front of the party as the poor soul in the lead finds out about the turn at the end of the hall the hard way.
Soft black patchouli, silky midnight opium, warm black tea and a mysterious trace of obfuscated honey sweetness over shrouded black coconut and black musk.
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Haunted Gallery
A thick black drapery separates the lightless hallway from one that is only slightly brighter. Blotchy, peeling wallpaper and dark oaken wainscoting stained with unknown mildews cover decrepit walls behind a series of paintings in dull gilded frames. Each one contains a formal portrait, though the subjects are human only in the loosest sense. Staring red eyes follow you from sunken sockets, faint eerie scrapings are heard from behind the flaking canvases, and one bulges out as you pass as if its subject were trying to reach through to the warm flesh on the other side. As your party reaches the end of the hall, the second portrait from the end slams down with a startling crash and the rotting shell of some decaying ancestor lunges through the opening with an unholy screech!
Once fine and glistening, the mahogany is now decayed and desiccated; blood amber soaks and stains the shredded canvas. Evocative of a heart filled with longing and regret.
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Forgotten Attic
Scampering out of the hall of possessed portraits, you emerge into the dim, cluttered recesses of the Mansion's attic where you are informed that a young woman once took her life after she was abandon at the altar.. Cobwebs and dust cling to every surface and eerie shadows flicker across the rough walls. A ghostly figure in the shadows seems to watch you sadly as you go past; a headless dressmaker's dummy with a stained old wedding dress that ruffles in an unseen breeze. As your group edges nervously among the cargo trunks and splitting boxes, a faint scratching noise reaches your ears as if some small animal were trapped somewhere in the narrow stacks. As you near the exit, the scraping turns into the crashing of chains, and a shriek to see you out the door in a panicked exit!
A lifetime neglected then forgotten: weathered and crumbling grief-torn love letters wrapped in a cracked and worn leather satchel, an unused moth-ravaged satin and lace trimmed wedding gown, a dusty and faded dried bouquet of blood red roses and a string of pearls stained with a rusty red splatter of blood.
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Something Under the Stairs
The back stairs of the attic lead down into the depths, a narrow and claustrophobic descent into pitch blackness. You almost make it to the bottom before the sharp rattle of chains and a low, ominous growl sends you skittering toward the next room.
Ebony wood, vetiver, black leather, tonka, thick black vanilla resin, haunted clove, scuppernong and a wisp of motia attar.
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Vampire's Lair
Parting a thick velvet curtain, you find that the basement is less a forest of pipes and old junk and more a warren of hand-dug tunnels and caves. Niches in the stone walls hold candles and bones, aged books and ruined antiques. Amidst this blackened finery, a series of larger ledges hold coffins ranging from mildewed old toe-pinchers to fine, enameled steel. As you make your way between them, first one lid cracks open, then another, urging you to hurry onward. Suddenly, a lanky vampire in ruined Victorian garb lands heavily on a big metal coffin near the exit, hissing and clawing at you as you run past.
Damp and blood-soaked soil is buried deep under notes of blood orange, black roses, dragon's blood, clove incense, tobacco,red sandalwood, blood kyphi and blood musk sweetened with the tiniest trickle of bruised plum.
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Junkyard Zombie
The winding catacombs end in a crumbling old crypt, but it seems that the ancient graveyard it rests in has been long forgotten… long enough that it's been consumed by a nearby junkyard. Ancient, nearly-illegible tombstones lie almost unseen between burned out cars, rusting oil barrels, and discarded appliances. A low groan from the darkness proves soon enough that those interred in this once-hallowed ground are less than pleased by the current state of their lodgings. First one, than another, the zombies lurch out of the rusting debris, staggering unstoppably after your group as they flee for the safety of the distant gate.
Chthonic and ancient: lichen-riddled headstones, Spanish moss, smushy soil, murky myrrh, frozen mist and the eerie glow of the will-o'-the-wisp.
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Scarecrow Alley
Reaching the dubious safety of the junkyard gate, the path leading out dumps out not on the safety of a highway, but the tall, crackling rows of a fallow cornfield. After some time spent wandering through the stalks in the darkness, the path opens out into a short road lined on both sides with suspicious looking scarecrows. Weather and decay have rotted away some of the burlap and flannel of their clothing and the straw is mildew-blackened. Perhaps it's a trick of the moonlight or the few lanterns hanging on the fence, but there seems to be something awfully realistic about these unmoving effigies. Only moments after you pass, two of the scarecrows fling themselves off their crosses, landing on the path behind you! Thankfully there are brighter lights ahead!
Moonlit corn husk, fresh pumpkin gourd, crispy frost-covered hay.
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Vortex Tunnel
You lose your unholy pursuit in the corn, finally reaching the safety of the lights you saw in the distance… only to find out someone has set up a carnival out here in the corn. The music piping from inside the great tent is cheery, but somehow off and disturbing, the notes off key and cracked turning their perky melody into a tune of complete derangement. A gaunt man in a ringmaster's costume stands by the entrance, accompanied by a shapely woman in spangled tights and a very nearly blank doll's mask. He grins wickedly, beckoning you to pass through the curtains held by his assistant and into the swirling darkness within.
Inside, you find yourself on a narrow walkway inside a tunnel painted with crazy psychedelic patterns. The motion of the tunnel makes the walkway twist and writhe, all but forcing you to close your eyes just to get through this fun-house of terror without falling down.
Sweet funnel cakes defiled by chaotic swirls of vanilla ice cream, topped with corrupt caramel syrup and washed down with hootch.
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Dot Room
Finally clear of the disorienting vortex, you take a moment to clear your vision… even though it looks like the fluorescent afterimages of the previous room have followed you here. Wild splatters of paint and brightly glowing dots cover every surface of this otherwise jet-black room, making it not entirely clear where the walls actually are. As you start to pick your way through it, some of those dots seem to move… or is it just your imagination? Soon enough the reality is made abruptly clear as shapes impossible to define dart and lunge toward you, swirling around your party as you scrabble for the exit.
Cavity craven and all madness! Peaches, pears, plums, and grapes petrified with toothache inspiring levels of sugar.
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Killer Klown
No rest for the wicked, though! The darkness of the Dot Room gives way to a brightly lit funhouse of warped mirrors, garishly painted arches, and flashing strobes. In the smoky chaos, yellow-fanged mad clowns dart, popping out of the peripheries with honking horns, crazed laughter, or bloodied hand tools. Withered corpses bound cruelly into exaggerated poses line the walls, mimicking tight wire acts, animal tamers, and side-show acts, each one more nightmarish than the next.
Spun sugar, vanilla-white greasepaint, molten marshmallow and cherry-syrup blood.
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Chainsaw!
As you claw your way out of the smoke and strobe filled carnival of chaos, you find yourself in what looks like some sort of access corridor. Unpolished, unpainted wooden walls lead out toward the distant sound of the parking lot, and safety. But just as you're about to reach it, a man in a stained, filthy jumpsuit explodes out from behind a side door, and the roar of his bloodied chainsaw rips through the air. "Encouraged" by this occurrence, you and your friends tear out through the exit at a dead run, the sting of gasoline smoke and death still thick in your nostrils.
Terrifyingly harsh, oily and industrial. Oil smoke, gasoline, opium tar, leather and black musk.
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THE WITCHES' COVEN |
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Inferna, the Blaze Witch
The fiery and temperamental member of the ensemble, Inferna leaves a trail of ash in her wake.
Myrrh ashes, singed cinnamon bark, smoked ginger and peppered clove-infused vanilla.
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Esmerelda, the Plague Witch
Cheeriest member of the coven, Esmerelda's bubbly personality is in opposition to her power - to spread pestilence and woe at the snap of her greenish fingers.
Emerald green forest herbs crushed in a mortar and pestle and blended with resinous frankincense, wisteria and a drop of demon mint.
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Wendy, the Tempest Witch
She will blow you away, literally. Having command over the wind makes Wendy a very happy and light-hearted witch!
Breeze-dusted lavender honey, broom straw, silver bells, wind-whipped willow and Mercurial musk. |
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Terra, the Tremor Witch
If you're looking for Terra, your best bet would be to look in the forest caves hunkered down with the brown bears and grey wolves, or tending to her sacred grove of yew and apple trees.
Earthy patchouli, juicy yew berry, apple wood, loam, lichen and a kiss of frost.
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Stella, the Celestial Witch
Even when she's standing next to you, her silver eyes reveal that her mind is a million light years away, longing for another world to call home.
Otherworldly and bioluminescent flowers deepened with the blackness of a night sky littered with stars. |
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Marisol, the Tsunami Witch
Watch what you say around Marisol, she's sensitive and cries at the drop of a pointed black hat. Deeply caring and feeling, her power knows no bounds - the power to love.
Ocean mist, lunar musk, moonflower and white amber complicated by white grapefruit and vanilla sugar.
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HALLOWS 2011 RESURRECTED |
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Abandoned Morgue 2011
Are you here on a dare and wishing you weren't, or is this your new nightly haunt? Either way, this old abandoned morgue has many stories to tell. Tonight we'll listen intently with the lights out!
Ghost of a bonfire, tonka bean, vanilla bourbon, Zanzibar clove, black amber and dark Indonesian patchouli.
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Calavera de Azúcar 2011
Muscovado sugar, royal icing and meringue powder with a slight hint of metaphysical white musk. |
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Hänsel und Gretel 2011
A gingerbread house decorated with spice drops and butter cream frosting. The faint smell of a witch's brew filling the enchanted woods and roaring cook stove perfect for roasting a greedy little boy or girl. |
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Mara 2011
Mara is the Buddhist personification of Evil. Also known as Papiyan, ("more wicked") Mara (meaning "thirst" or "death") made every attempt possible to deter Siddhartha on his path toward Enlightenment by using armies of temptations such as: lust, hunger, thirst, sloth, cowardice, pride and fame, among others.
Bo tree bark, Indian sandalwood, thousand-petaled sacred lotus blossoms, warmed honey and pure vanilla absolute. |
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Mausoleum 2011
The dusty stillness of the afterlife: emerald moss, black orchids, cold stones and holy water.
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Midnight Dreary 2011
Maybe it's the long winter looming around the corner? Perhaps it's the lengthening of the evening hours that signal the death of summer? Perchance it's simply sorrow for the lost Lenore? I couldn't tell you. But Poe's passion for the macabre (and maybe the love of laudanum) have led you down a dark path this evening. Will the sun ever rise again? In this midnight dreary mood, the answer is unlikely.
Pale ghost lilac and melancholy moonflowers decorate an elaborately antique mahogany table. Fig and clove, wafts of opium smoke hang heavy in the parlor as an open window carries a draft of night air and autumn leaves.
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Murder of Crows 2011
Every fall they gather in murderous shrieking clusters blacking out the branches in the oak and apple trees across the street. They caw and cackle in a long-overdue maniacal avian family reunion from Hell.
The softest touch of black leather feathers, oak splinters, acorn, crumbled leaves and baked apples drizzled in brandy all illuminated by creamy vanilla moonlight
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Ol' Scratch 2011
Ol' Scratch is a folksy epithet for Satan originating out of the legends of New England in the days before the Civil War. Some other pet names for the Prince of Darkness (other than Ozzy :D) are Old Nick, Old Bendy and Rodger (as in Jolly).
Thick slices of oven-fresh pumpkin bread slathered with butter and served with fresh cream and a drizzle of treacle |
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Punkin' Head 2011
Juicy, spicy pumpkin blended in with adorable creamy bits of cheesecake slathered in caramel sauce.
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Succubus 2011
A demon who takes the form of a gorgeous human female specifically to seduce men. Like the incubus, the succubus may have been a scapegoat for infidelity or stray lust. Either way, the succubus has captured the imagination of men for ages, rousing all flavors of fear and fantasy.
African violet, sugar soaked vanilla, benzoin, coconut milk, triple cream, Egyptian sandalwood musk and red currant. |
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Witching Hour 2011
A midnight walk through the pumpkin patch on All Soul's Eve.
Spiced pumpkin, falling leaves, a black velvet cloak to pull close for warmth and a frankincense candle offering for the spirits residing in the nearby cemetery.
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Madame Victoria's Mansion of Mayhem! Hallows 2011, The Witches' Coven and Hallows 2011 Resurrected will be undead until the end of November, or supplies are exhausted. Whichever comes first.
CREDITS:
Madame Victoria's Mansion of Mayhem
Concept & Artwork by Paula Schricker
Intro Copy by Vajra, Story Intro by Paula
Perfume Description Copy by Paula (mostly) & Vajra
Perfumes Created and Hand-Blended by Vajra
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