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Roselight is a gentle love-bonding oil crafted to help fortify partnerships and relationships during challenging times. A balm for frayed nerves and sharp words, it coaxes remembrance of shared laughter, of private language, of the sweetness that first took root. Anoint the wrists, the pulse at the throat, or the space above the heart before speaking hard truths or making heavy decisions. Wear it to bridge divides and bring comfort. Let it serve as a promise to protect what is tender, to fortify what is faithful, and to keep choosing one another with patience, warmth, and deliberate grace. Contains: three rose oil variants, heartsease, violet blossoms, angelica root, orris root, benzoin, lavender, ylang ylang, jasmine sampaguita, and a touch of warming spices.

Cool-toned brown jelly with silver shimmer & shifting blue and green micro sparks.

“Well, Mrs. Dean, it will be a charitable deed to tell me something of my neighbours: I feel I shall not rest if I go to bed; so be good enough to sit and chat an hour.” “Oh, certainly, sir! I’ll just fetch a little sewing, and then I’ll sit as long as you please. But you’ve caught cold: I saw you shivering, and you must have some gruel to drive it out.” A fireside chat over a basket of sewing, as snow falls outside Thrushcross Grange. Hearthsmoke and smoldering clove-dusted firewood, rivulets of beeswax dribbling into snow flurries.

“I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.” A feral and unrepentant animalic musk slick with heat, tangled with smoked birch tar that clings to skin like soot and desire. Refined cologne masks a deep, grinding base of dark resins, cracked leather, and vetiver root; earth torn open, roots exposed. An elemental fury, a wild, fanatical embrace terribly alive in its darkness.

“Oh, I’m burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? Why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. Open the window again wide: fasten it open!” An incandescent amber storm. Strata of glowing ambers piled deep and restless, molten and honeyed, threaded with dark, resinous veins that pulse like blood under skin. Free, wild, elemental: the storm at her heart, beating against the glass until it shatters.

Angelica archangelica has long been associated with protection, purification, and blessing. In European folk practice it was carried against illness and misfortune, burned to cleanse spaces, and planted near doorways as a ward. In hoodoo and rootwork it is used to break crossed conditions, guard against harmful influences, strengthen women, and reinforce spiritual authority. The root is often carried in a mojo bag for protection and luck, added to floor washes to clear negativity, or dressed with oil and kept on the altar as a standing guardian. During the great plague years in Europe, angelica was regarded as a life-preserving herb. Physicians and herbalists recommended it as part of protective cordials and vinegars, and it was chewed or worn to guard against contagion. Paracelsus, the 16th-century physician and alchemist, praised angelica as a powerful remedy in times of pestilence, viewing it as a plant marked by divine intent for the preservation of life. Its reputation as a plague herb strengthened its identity as both medicine and spiritual safeguard. Its scent reflects that history. The root is dense and fibrous, with a sharp green opening that quickly settles into dry soil, resin, and a faint sweetness reminiscent of sap and old wood. There is a subtle heat to it, peppery without being hot, and a clean bitterness that reads as clarifying rather than harsh.

Since 2026 contains a whopping THREE Friday-the-13ths (Fridays-the-13th?) we’ve decided to call in some misfortune-warding reinforcements. Each version of this year’s 13 perfume oil will be accompanied by its own bonus luck charm: a free 1/32oz imp of an original perfume oil inspired by lucky finds from our seasonal crossroads wanderings. Those who collect all three will end up with a veritable bracelet’s worth of lucky charms to treasure and wear as needed! First up, for February: SNOWY CIRCUS PEANUT. Found on a trek through Minneapolis this winter, this boon of odd fortune is a bit of frozen banana-adjacent marshmallow’ish sweetness snuggled in a pillow of freshly-fallen snow. (The review thread for the 13 that this belongs with can be found here.)

It has been such a long day/month/year, so I wanted to distract myself by making something absurdly sweet and shockingly gourmand. This is a sticky, gloopy, joyful plop of marshmallow fluff, cotton candy, vanilla froth, condensed milk, taro root, honeycomb, macadamia cream, sugared champaca, caramelized tobacco, campfire toffee, black dates, coconut, and ambered benzoin swirled into dark, smoky cacao. 13 is significant, whether you consider it lucky, unlucky or just plain odd. Many believe it to be unfortunate… … because there were 13 present at the Last Supper. … Loki crashed a party of 12 at Valhalla, which ended in Baldur’s death. … Oinomaos killed 13 of Hippodamia’s suitors before Pelops finally, in his own shady way, defeated the jealous king. … In ancient Rome, Hecate’s witches gathered in groups of 12, the Goddess herself being the 13th in the coven. Concern over the number thirteen echoes back beyond the Christian era. Line 13 was omitted form the Code of Hammurabi. The shivers over Friday the 13th also have some interesting origins: … Christ was allegedly crucified on Friday the 13th. … On Friday, October 13, 1307, King Philip IV of France ordered the arrests of Jaques de Molay, Grand Master of the Knights Templar, and sixty of his senior knights. … In British custom, hangings were held on Fridays, and there were 13 steps on the gallows leading to the noose. To combat the superstition, Robert Ingersoll and the Thirteen Club held thirteen-men dinners during the 19th Century. Successful? Hardly. The number still invokes trepidation to this day. A recent whimsical little serial killer study showed that the following murderers all have names that total thirteen letters: Theodore Bundy Jeffrey Dahmer Albert De Salvo John Wayne Gacy And, with a little stretch of the imagination, you can also fit ”˜Jack the Ripper’ and ”˜Charles Manson’ into that equation. More current-era paranoia: modern schoolchildren stop their memorization of the multiplication tables at 12. There were 13 Plutonium slugs in the atomic bomb that was dropped on Nagasaki. Apollo 13 wasn’t exactly the most successful space mission. All of these are things that modern triskaidekaphobes point to when justifying their fears. For some, 13 is an extremely fortuitous and auspicious number… … In Jewish tradition, God has 13 Attributes of Mercy. Also, there were 13 tribes of Israel, 13 principles of Jewish faith, and 13 is considered the age of maturity. … The ancient Egyptians believed that there were 12 stages of spiritual achievement in this lifetime, and a 13th beyond death. … The word for thirteen, in Chinese, sounds much like the word which means “must be alive”. Thirteen, whether you love it or loathe it, is a pretty cool number all around. … In some theories of relativity, there are 13 dimensions. … It is a prime number, lucky number, star number, Wilson Prime, and Fibonacci number. … There are 13 Archimedean solids. AND… … There were 13 original colonies when the United States were founded. Says a lot about the US, doesn’t it? – – – Since 2026 contains a whopping THREE Friday-the-13ths (Fridays-the-13th?) we’ve decided to call in some misfortune-warding reinforcements. Each version of this year’s 13 perfume oil will be accompanied by its own bonus luck charm: a free 1/32oz imp of an original perfume oil inspired by lucky finds from our seasonal crossroads wanderings. Those who collect all three will end up with a veritable bracelet’s worth of lucky charms to treasure and wear as needed! First up, for February: SNOWY CIRCUS PEANUT (review thread located here).

I thought this would be a dry, colder scent, but I'm glad that this wasn't what I had imagined. This strongly reminds me of 2013's Go to Sleep, Darlings (Kiss-soft clouds of spun-sugar snow), which means it is a sweet snow note infused with a soft mint and no florals, menthol, ozone, or evergreens. In other words, it's amazing and one little sample pot decant will not be enough. I could not stop smelling my hand after I applied this. Add this to the 'I should have just blind bottled it' pile because of all of the lotions I have tried so far, there have been only two that I didn't think were bottle-worthy.😅 

It's official. Purple sage is my favorite sage. I knew I enjoyed it in scents like Colemanite Phoenix, Thirteen (13): January 2023, and No Man is an Island, but it is really the star of this duet. It's so relaxing and herbaceous in a way that reminds me of lavender. The piñon lurks behind it and complements it perfectly. I tested this in wet hair one day and dry the next. I could smell the scent in my hair on both days, but it was far more prominent in dry hair. Whenever I would have my hair up in a bun and took it down, I would always get a nice whiff of the hair gloss, which made me feel really relaxed. I have a decant in the original bottle, and although I have very few desert-y scents to pair with this, I don't think a decant's worth will be enough. I just feel like this is one of those scents that will be hard to obtain more of once it is gone, and I can't bear the thought of running out when it is so comforting, so I am going to have to get a bottle.

This duet is mostly about the coconut cream throughout wear. The guava is most noticeable during the wet phase of the scent and for an hour or so afterward, bright pink and pairing perfectly with the coconut cream. Sadly, the guava does not stick around on me and it becomes all about the coconut cream after a while. The coconut cream is not buttery whatsoever and is somewhat reminiscent of the coconut pulp found in Son of biggerCritter. I'm generally not big on coconut scents, but this is one of the better ones that I have tried. I don't think I need a full bottle of it, but I think I'll keep my decant around to try layering with its moon (which I will be ordering in my next order)!

This goes on smelling predominantly of yuzu on me. I believe it's the same yuzu found in Lightning Storm Hair Gloss and Grapefruit, Yuzu, and White Musk, as smelling it reminds me of those scents, which I love. The honey emerges after a while and eventually overtakes the yuzu in prominence, and it really is a thin honey drizzle as opposed to a thick, goopy honey. There's only a hint of yuzu in the background by that point, and the scent itself is very light and stays close to the skin. I really enjoy this one and will have to give it a full-day slather to determine if I need more of this. My only gripe is the throw, but maybe this just needs to be slathered!

This is really pretty. I didn't think I'd like it as much as I do as I generally prefer my citrus not to be unadulterated with things like florals and resins. This reads as a candied lime with some deep amber on me, with the amber overtaking the lime after a while, but the lime never fading away. There's nothing about this that really screams blossom to me like the somewhat soapy lemon blossom of Fleur de Citronnier Hair Gloss. I'm going to have to give this a full day of wear to determine if I need more than my decant, but I think there's a definite possibility that the decant will not be enough. I also want to try layering it with its moon (which I still need to blind bottle in my next order).

I've never tried the original, but I decided to grab a decant of the hair gloss since the original was so beloved. This is mostly about the red rose and musk on me, backed by the tobacco, with just touches of the other notes. I don't know how to describe the musk except to say that it's the same one from Aperotos Eros and Galvanic Goggles in the GC, so if you are wondering if this musk will be up your alley, dig through your imps and see if you have one of those around to sniff to get a feel for the musk. Red Rose is noticeable on both wet hair and dry, but of course, was much stronger when applied to dry hair. The hair gloss has great staying power and can still be smelled in the hair the next morning. I have a decant in the original bottle and will definitely be hanging on to it, but since I already have full bottles of Rose Red and Peacock Queen hair glosses in addition to decants of other rose hair glosses, I don't think I need more of this one.

This goes on smelling like floral honey infused with orange peel on me, but the orange peel is quick to fade, leaving only floral honey, although I sometimes wonder if there's a touch of champaca in it. I'm not able to pick out any herbs. The hair gloss has decent staying power and is noticeable in both wet and dry hair (of course, it's more prominent in dry). I'll be keeping my decant in the original bottle around to pair with my wildflower or honeyed floral scents, but that's all I need. Hair Loosened and Soiled in Mid Orgies and The White Bees Swarming (I regret only getting a decant of that!) remain my favorite honey hair glosses.