Silvertree

A seductive and deceptively delicate blend of rose-tinted white sandalwood, ethereal white amber, voluptuous almond blossom, coeur de jasmin, and a gasp of bourbon vanilla.

Tuberose buttercream with white sandalwood, gardenia, and vanilla sugar.

Oleaginous raspberry oud, benzoin, red labdanum, carnation, and tobacco absolute.

Blue violet petals in a haze of orris root, coconut mist, ambergris, white musk, oakmoss, tolu balsam, opium pod, and white patchouli.

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A gleaming black leather cocoon engulfed in a garnet-tinged haze of dragon’s blood smoke, black vegetal musk, fossilized amber, 3-year aged patchouli root, and smoldering incense.

Apple cider, pomegranate pulp, hibiscus flowers, pink peppercorn, and blood orange peel.

Three battered leather accords scuffed with smoked vanilla, tobacco absolute, beeswax, and balsam

Two new Lupercalia scents to pay attention to: The Serpent in the Lilacs (perfume): Spring’s first lilac branches dunked in 3-year aged Snake Oil. Diver Combing her Hair (hair gloss): Salt-dusted lilac and lavender petals splashed by sea water.

Our most potent lavender sleep blend, frozen.

The owl is abroad, the bat, and the toad, And so is the cat-a-mountain, The ant and the mole sit both in a hole, And the frog peeps out o’ the fountain; The dogs they do bay, and the timbrels play, The spindle is now a turning; The moon it is red, and the stars are fled, But all the sky is a-burning: The ditch is made, and our nails the spade, With pictures full, of wax and of wool; Their livers I stick, with needles quick; There lacks but the blood, to make up the flood. Quickly, Dame, then bring your part in, Spur, spur upon little Martin, Merrily, merrily, make him fail, A worm in his mouth, and a thorn in his tail, Fire above, and fire below, With a whip in your hand, to make him go. There’s magic afoot: fiery red musk, luminous elemi, East Indian patchouli, champaca flower, cedar incense, ho wood, and hemlock accord sweetened with a peculiar sweet honey. Out of all the gorgeous Halloweenies, Third Charm stood out to me as a must-have. I made a bee-line for it at Dragon*Con, and I wasn't disappointed! In the bottle, Third Charm is similar to Scherezade (one of my all-time favorite scents), with an autumnal quality that makes me think of leaves changing colors and cool, crisp nights. A little of the peculiar honey creeps in to smooth and sweeten the scent. On my wrist, more of the musk and patchouli creeps out, until it's a warm, glowing, scent that balances all the fuzzy, earthy elements beautifully. I can't wait for the weather to start changing so I can wear this and feel appropriately seasonal.

Sweet, dark incense swirling around flame-scorched ebony wood that has been intricately carved with arcane symbols.

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The scent of questionable clout: airy, sticky marshmallow fluff, oily benzoin, and blackened, slick patchouli.

Our winter mascot! A musky, snow-touched, forest-deep Yuletide blend: shaggy black wool and a slushy tangle of juniper, mistletoe, winter sage, spikenard, white moss, and terebinth.

Brown leather, fir needle, amber, vanilla absolute, and Belgian chocolate.

White leather, vanilla ice, and frosted sandalwood.

Because fuck it, that’s why. The heart wants what it wants… and this year it wants a fake banana in a fuzzy sweater.

A calming, affirming fragrance to help motivate Santa through the daunting tasks which await him year after year: sugar plum lavender marshmallows.

2022’s beev is a champurrado cheesecake.

Clotted cream and strawberry rhubarb jam scones, apricot and ginger panettone, saffron sticky buns, cinnamon sugar pecan rolls, and cups of steaming hot tea.

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Pale, limpid beams of amber light against a tea-stained sky with a cluster of autumn leaves, maple bark, vetiver root, and loam.

A rumbling purr: cardamom-infused coffee bean, myrrh smoke, vanilla bean, fir needle, and warm, velvet spices.

An offering to the dead: goat’s milk, honey, wine, myrrh, and a glint of gold.