Happy & Prosperous New Year from Conjure Oils!

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! Click the image above and get you some!
~Vajra & the CO crew!

Happy New Year 2012 fragrances are available in one size, two styles:

5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle - $18
5ml Brown Apothecary Bottle Glass Roll-On -$19

The New Year's Collection will be LIVE until January 7, or until supplies are exhausted. 

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.

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.

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.

...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.