The Light Maiden
The Maiden is the waxing moon growing into fullness. Her color is white and her season is spring. She is woman from birth until her early to mid twenties. She is youthful, powerful, spontaneous, idealistic and She is known by many names such as Artemis, Joan of Arc, Brigid, Athena and the Page of Wands.
Her fragrance is one of courage and youth: a spritely blend of paper whites and saplings with a touch of dragon's blood for strength and courage
The Dark Maiden
She embodies sadness. She is shy, quiet and gets pulled under - either by her emotions, gods of the underworld or betrayal. Sedna, Persephone and Bloduedd and the Page of Swords all have fallen under this spell. While her color is still white and her moon phase the crescent, she is the crescent nearest to the new moon that rises with the sun.
Her fragrance is the sadness of a lonely forest at twilight. Wisteria, rain soaked weeping willows and mournful pomegranate seeds to ease her unrest
The Light Mother
The giver of life, pregnant with potential. She gives love, laughter and nurturance to all she encounters. She is an abundant table, a full belly, and a shoulder to cry on. She is the moon at its fullest and her color is blood red. Gaia, Yemaya, Selene, Demeter and the Queen of Cups covey her energy.
Her fragrance is a cornucopia of fruit and flowers: lavender fields, grapevines heavy with purple fruit, sun kissed raspberries, crimson apples and the spice of life
The Dark Mother
The evil stepmother, the wicked queen. She'll send you to bed without your supper. She is selfish, self indulgent and vain. She is the mother who uses the full moon as a mirror just so she can see her own reflection. "Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?" This is the Queen of Swords as well as the beautiful and wicked Queen Grimhilde.
Her scent could only consist of the finest ingredients money could buy - white narcissus, black orchid, aged neroli, Indian patchouli, red roses, the darkest of sandalwoods and the blood of the heart of an innocent, er, I mean bloodroot
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Menstrual Blood
What Dark Moon lodge would be complete without a fragrance dedicated to the nutrient rich blood of life?
It is rust red in color, dark in scent. Red Egyptian musk, fresh earth, black myrrh, dragon's blood, moonstone gem elixir and mugwort flower essence exude woman power. Wear it when you are bleeding to align with your own personal menstrual might
(Just a note - there is no actual blood in this mixture. Just scented oils. You could add your own if you want for personalization.)
The Shadow Queen
She plays the blame game and is still waiting for Prince Charming to come and save her. She is Guinevere waiting for Lancelot, Ophelia pining for Hamlet. She is the woman who doesn't realize her own glory and personal power. She is the alcoholic, the addict, the battered woman, the outcast.
To soothe the tired and aching soul of the Shadow Queen, only a gentle mix of the softest spring flowers will do: forsythia, white lilac, crocus and water lotus with rose quartz gem elixir
The Light Queen
Like Glinda, she is a mature woman who revels in her life experience. She knows where she's going and just what it has cost her to get there. She loves her family, even if it's only her fur-babies, her life path and has enough love left over to spill over onto others. She is Aphrodite, Astarte, Isis, the Harvest Moon, Indian Summer as well as the Queen of Pentacles.
Her perfume is a love song to the Queendom and an ode to the simple things in life that make the ordinary extraordinary: a long soak in a rose milk bath while sipping chilled champagne
The Light Crone
The wise woman, the experienced one. She knows life inside and out and is so close to the veil she can see through it. She is the kindly grandmother, Hecate, Frau Holle and Oshun Ibu Yumu.
Her fragrance is a gingerbread cottage filled with the sweet vanilla of baking cookies and the oozing darkness of chocolate chips
The Dark Crone
Medusa, Baba Yaga, Cerridwen, Hel and Kali all destroy to regenerate. They are the fearsome aspect of death and conclusion. The petrifaction, putrefaction and opportunity for regeneration that we experience with our last breath.
The Dark Crone is the smell of a mossy tomb, a moonless night with cypress heavy in the air and sacred calla lilies gently placed on caskets. Do not cry as the Dark Crone comes near - she is leading you to rebirth
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