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Hearthglow, a cousin to BPAL’s Heartglow, is an anointing oil for keeping the home safe, welcoming, and quietly joyful. It is an oil of gentle warmth, built to protect the household and its inhabitants, comfort and honor house spirits and guardians of place, encourage peace and understanding, and create an atmosphere of love, emotional safety, and mutual care.

Suitable for use in ritual work and to anoint doorframes, hearths, windowsills, and keys.

Contains: fossilized amber resin, frankincense, dragon’s blood resin, orris root, red sandalwood, lavender, patchouli, clove, allspice, burdock, sweet orange, honey absolute, sweet grains, and marjoram.

“What a bewitching girl…”

A facade of innocence shattered by a demonic chortle of black honey bubbling up from an abyss of burgundy pitch.

A schoolboy’s sickly grin molded from warm beeswax, lips clamped around several rusty nails.

Bringing you the colors of spring! Tawny golden musk and cherry-blossom lipstick smeared over blood-slicked fangs.

Lady of the Black Cat skull: sweet innocence with a dark mystery, wrapped in black leather and lace, guided by dreams and succumbing to nightmares.

Sugared amber, orchid petals, and vanilla chiffon spiced with smoked cardamom.

In the shadows of a neon hive-city, insectoid forms glide between thick curtains of bright green vines and crackling circuit boards. Blooming under sheets of acid rain and electric moons, this scent opens with the dark crackle of leather: slick, sunless, and alive with static. A surge of petrichor follows, like rainfall striking alien soil, soaking into a garden grown from strange seeds and synthetic spores. Peculiar blooms unfurl, humming with iridescent electricity. Moss clings to chrome roots, cybernetic orchids burst from humid soil.

Fir needle, white chiffon, honey dust, moss velvet, white musk, and baby’s breath.

Franz Skarbina
 

Streams of frozen amber, snow-dusted frankincense, birch bark, Peru balsam, and rivulets of smoldering beeswax.

Gustav Lange

A sensual, luxuriant scent that stays close to the skin: Australian sandalwood, tonka bean, benzoin, Siberian iris, bourbon vanilla, cardamom-infused amber, and mimosa petals.

Egon Schiele
 

Chestnut musk, hay, cacao absolute, tobacco, pu’er tea, sweet vetiver, and coffee bean.

Theodore Gericault

Liberty, luminous and unafraid, bright with conviction, guided by idealism and steadied by resolve. A scent that is clear, exalted, and alive with purpose: olive leaf, pale amber, joyous neroli, polished brass, feathery vanilla chiffon, and spicy carnation.

Edward Savage

A scent of endurance, of refusal to yield, of journeys undertaken without certainty of return. Dry leaves torn loose from their branches, wind-scorched grasses, weathered bark, soil turned dark by heavy raindrops, and distant woodsmoke.

Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot

The Wissahickon is one of my favorite places in the world, and whenever we can, Ted and I lose ourselves in its winding paths. This painting calls to mind one of our favorite trails in autumn, when the leaves have begun to surrender to the earth and sunlight filters through ember, rust, and gold. The air is rich with the breath of living things, the green pulse of growth softened and deepened by the bitter sweetness of decay.

Olga Wisinger-Florian

Creaking wooden beams illuminated by hearthfire, beeswax melting on evergreen boughs, polished wood floors draped in vibrant wool rugs, linseed oil, red currant tarts, a hint of clove and orange peel, and sweet brandy apple cider.

Mary Fairchild Low
 

Snow & Oak Bark.

Incense Smoke & Winter Herbs.

Purple Sage & Pinon.

Ice & Crushed Mint Lotion.

Bloodroot & Evergreens.

Amber & Grey Musk.

A wolfish grey transformed by the moon’s cold silver gleam.

Now this is the Law of the Jungle — as old and as true as the sky;

And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. 

As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back —

For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

– Rudyard Kipling

A scent for strength through solidarity against the encroaching horrors of authoritarianism. Silvered fir, life-giving soil and immovable stone, black sage, rue, hellebore accord, winter moss, cypress, fossilized amber resin, and vetiver.

May the thundering chorus of our voices — entwined, rising, unbreakable — scatter the darkness.

Yuzu & Warm Honey Drizzle.

Pink Lime & Coconut.

Lime Blossom & Amber Sugar.