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Saturday, January 15, 2011

Update of Love is LIVE!

Hello Everyone!

It seems like Christmas was just a couple of weeks ago. Oh wait! It was! Nonetheless, time keeps charging forward, bringing with it another scintillating Conjure Oils update!

This update o'love is more than likely the largest update in the history of Conjure Oils and I do it all for you!

Available only in pairs - $37.50 a set


Antony & Cleo
According to legend it was love at first sight between Cleopatra, the last Pharaoh of Egypt and Marc Antony, the Roman General and friend of Julius Caesar. The two would eventually marry, have three children and as a family, rule much of the region. 

The truth is lost in the mists of history, but some say that Marc Antony killed himself by falling on his sword when he heard a false rumor that his beloved Cleopatra had died. Others say that when the tides of war turned against the couple, they escaped together then, to avoid capture, Marc Antony committed suicide. When Cleopatra, who by this time was already imprisoned by Octavian and could no longer bear the grief of her dwindling empire, heard the news about the death of her dear Marc Antony she poisoned herself by snake bite. With the help of her sympathetic servants, she hid a small asp in a basket of figs, donned her royal robes, reclined upon her couch of gold and placed the venomous snake upon her breast.

Antony
A complex and ancient stymmata recreated to commemorate the general: juniper berries macerated in a base of sandalwood imported from the Far East, royal musk, cyclamen, sweet flag, blue lavender, myrtle, cypress, labdanum and victorious bay laurel.

Cleo
Cleopatra understood the power of scent and utilized it to her advantage. It is said she first met Marc Antony upon a ship equipped with large billowing incense censers and perfumed sails that scented the entire port.
A legendary queen, seductress, mathematician and strategist, Cleopatra is remembered in this beguiling fragrance:  Egyptian sandalwood, myrrh resin, honeysuckle, orris root, serpentine cinnamon and black fig. 

The Breath of Isis & The Jewel of Osiris
No other gods could boast of love as deep and pure as the love shared by Isis and Osirs. Out of jealousy, Osiris was murdered by his brother, Set, and his body was divided into fourteen parts and scattered to the four corners. Isis, stricken ill with grief and despair, frantically searched the world over for her lover's body parts. She discovered all but one, as the phallus of Osiris had been eaten by a fish! Undaunted, crafty Isis fashioned a new phallus for her husband out of pure gold. She then embalmed him and with one giant breath filled with love, passion, longing, grief and ecstasy, brought Osiris back to life to rule the Underworld.

The Breath of Isis
Lotus root, tonka bean, sweet pea blossoms, neroli, black currant absolute and an opoponax tear drop.

The Jewel of Osiris
Guiacwood, oakmoss, black patchouli, crimson plum, golden bergamot and cassia

Khosrow & Shirin
Khosrow and Shirin are two lovers immortalized by ancient Persian poets. Khosrow is a handsome prince who is taken with tales of a beautiful princess living in a nearby kingdom. Khosrow, anxious to meet his future bride, can wait no longer and travels with his best friend to Shirin's land to meet her. Shirin is then courted with Khosrow's amazing feats of strength and daring until at long last, she's convinced that he's truly her soul mate.

Khosrow
Bold cardamom cream is exalted with scarlet carnation, golden frankincense and amber resin.

Shirin
Sweet and seductive: silken jasmine, royal rose, gentle geranium, vanilla blossom, red musk, sweet patchouli and molten honey.

Sir Lancelot & Lady Guinevere
Torn between their loyalty to King Arthur and their desire for one another, it can be argued that the love between Guinevere and Lancelot weakened the integrity of the Round Table. Truly star-crossed lovers from the start, Lancelot and Guinevere never had a chance. Even after the death of Arthur, Lancelot was denied a final kiss from his beloved as she'd joined a convent with the intention of never seeing the face of Lancelot again.

Sir Lancelot
Aged leather, almond, shining musk, nutmeg, black tea, vanilla sugar and smoked sandalwood.

Lady Guinevere
Tuberose, sweet cream, juicy apricot, cherry blossoms, rosewood and the softest blush of pink grapefruit.


$17.50 per 5ml

Aishiteru 2011

Japanese

a serene floral and tea scent - cherry blossoms, ozone, sweet osmanthus, green tea, jasmine blossoms, wisteria and bamboo leaves

Aloha Wau Ia Oi 2011

Hawaiian

Gorgeous and opulent pikake blossoms, ti leaves, umi'umi-o-dole, maile vine, Hawaiian ginger and coconut cream, rounded out with a splash of pineapple.


Ana Moajaba Bik 2011

Moroccan

A complex and mysterious melange of black musk incense, white sandalwood, spicy red carnation, oud, and Moroccan geranium with a sparkle of sweet orange.

Don Juan 2011

This sultry Spanish libertine's seductive folly led him straight to the gates of Hell, however the magnetic allure of his eponymous fragrance is nothing short of Heavenly.

Saffron and sable Moorish woods are seduced by bundles of white lavender, masculine amber and black musk.

Harlot 2011

Biblically, harlots were devoted prostitutes who worked in service of the great goddess Astarte, the Syrian Venus.

Temple incense, dried blood red roses, labdanum, osmanthus, tuberose and oud.

Mahal Kita 2011

Tagalog

Capturing the heart of the rainforest - teakwood is blended with lush orchid and coconut water, sweetened with starfruit and papaya nectar.

Ravished 2011

Seduced by a scoundrel on the Seven Seas; a bodice-ripper in it's own right. Passionate pirate kisses plunder the depths of her black heart.

Sweltering Tahitian vanilla heat, a mahogany headboard, silken crimson sheets pulled tight and notes of golden honey ooze over mouth-watering coconut mounds.

Sarang Heyo 2011

Korean

Sacred and beneficent - the slightest whispers of pine resin, cinnamon and thyme merge with the holy scents of aloeswood, red sandalwood and magnolia.

Scarlet Woman 2011

The Thelemic Mother of Abominations - the Consort of Chaos.

Red roses, jasmine sambac, deep red ginger, ambergris, champagne, Himalayan cedar, patchouli and a kiss of violet.

Seni Seviyorum 2011

Turkish

Nearly as delectable as baklava - orange blossom honey is slathered between layers of dried figs, almonds, apricots and quince.

Sheela-Na-Gig 2011

She first appeared in the 11th or 12th century as a stone carving found on churches, castles and gates in Britain and Ireland and was believed to be an apotropaic charm – a true testament to the female mysteries.
Sheela-Na-Gig, often considered as a Goddess, is a powerful symbol of a woman's relationship with her sexuality, her body and the power that lies therein. She is depicted as a grinning bald woman displaying her exaggerated vulva for the world to behold. Imagine what would happen if we were proudly willing to share the most sacred parts of ourselves without reservation. Allow Sheela's bold defiance of misogyny to empower you!

A daring mix of enchanted herbs and flowers sacred to the ancient Celts of the British Isles evoke he feeling of watching the sun set behind the towering megaliths of Stonehenge: rolling green hills, dusky heather, the gossamer fruit of the Sidhe and sacred vervain.

Shunga 2011

Shunga were sexually explicit Japanese ukiyo-e woodblock prints produced in the 16th and 19th centuries. Men and women from all stations in life took great pleasure in these erotic "pillow books" as they were often given as gifts to newly-wedded couples. The lascivious images in these books were highly idealized, stylized and featured innumerable steamy situations with raw desire and opulent fantasy.

A suggestive blend of impassioned dark amber resin clinging to delicate white ginger lilies as tendrils of Asian opium smoke swirl about the charged atmosphere.

Táim In nGrá Leát 2011

Irish Gaelic

An inspired scent that evokes swirling mists through ancient apple orchards, oak leaves, cool rain and emerald moss.

Te Ubesc 2011

Romanian

A truly spellbinding brew of dog rose, cherry bark and mandrake compounded in a base of vanilla bean, tonka, witchgrass and sweet myrrh resin.

Wo Ai Ni 2011

Mandarin Chinese

Gentle, soft, pure - white chrysanthemum is blended with sweet sandalwood, white opium, and mandarin orange with just a suggestion of warming ginger and clove.


A Mid-Winter Reprieve
$17.50 per 5ml

Delicious, but certainly not edible!

Api Morado para Pachamama
As sweet and ancient as the soft light of the rising sun that caresses the Andes, Api Morado is a thick, nourishing beverage with impressive Incan ancestry. Beloved in Bolivia, Api Morado is served at breakfast with fresh hand-made pastries.

To honor our Earth Mother: wholesome ground purple corn is gently simmered in fresh milk with the rinds of pineapples and oranges and infused with comforting sweet clove, piquant cinnamon, a splash of lemon juice and a spoon of succulent raw sugar. Actually, make that two.

Bruja Zarate's Agua Dulce
A soothing time-honored Costa Rican breakfast drink. Agua Dulce, literally, "sweet water" is as simple and as elegant as its name.

Raw milled cane juice, tapa de dulce, is dissolved in the warmth of pure water fresh off the boil and served with juicy pink grapefruit.

Honrar a los Muertos 
Atole is a masa-based beverage enjoyed on the Yucatan peninsula since pre-Colombian times. While it comes in many variations, the basic ingredients are consistent. Often left as an ofrenda to the spirits during el Dia de los Muertos, atole is a customary and welcome gift for the ancestors.

Masa harina is blended into hot milk, sugared with piloncillo and imbued with the ancient flavors of Mexican cinnamon and pure vanilla.

Intrigue in Tangiers
The preparation and presentation of tea in Morocco has been elevated to an art form known as Ataí. The careful attention and love that goes into the preparation of Moroccan mint tea is integral to Moroccan culture. It is expected that one enjoy at least three servings of tea per sitting, as each glass has its own unique flavor and color that changes as the steeping tea ages. In fact, this is ritual is immortalized in this proverb:

"Le premier verre est aussi amer que la vie,
le deuxième est aussi fort que l'amour,
le troisième est aussi doux que la mort."

"The first glass is as bitter as life,
the second glass is as strong as love,
the third glass is as gentle as death."

Chinese gunpowder green tea is boiled with cane sugar and blended with fresh peppermint leaves lightly accentuated with louiza and wormwood.

{Thank you to The Chameleons for inspiring the name!}

Madame Blavatsky's Sbiten
 
Dating back to the 1100's, sbiten has been a fixture enjoyed in Russian culture for ages. It is a mead-like beverage shared hot with friends and family on cold winter nights. I think if I had three wishes, one of them would be to go back in time to share a cup and a conversation with master occultist Madame Blavatsky.

Five different varieties of honey: orange blossom, clover, peach blossom, blackberry and wildflower honey boiled in fresh water with blackberry jam and spiced with ginger root and warming clove.

Midnight Chai With Kali Ma
As top contender for India's favorite hot libation, Masala chai is a staple in the region's cuisine. Chai is so prevalent that you could swing a cinnamon stick and hit a chai walla. These peddlers can be found in most train and bus stations as well as busy intersections. In fact, chai is so integral to the culture that to decline an offer to share a cuppa is considered quite rude, so when Kali calls, say yes!

Darjeeling black tea is steeped in sacred cow milk and saturated with ancestral spices: cinnamon sticks, clove buds, nutmeg, vanilla beans, elachi pods, pink peppercorns, fennel seeds and brown sugar.

Sahlab Au Set
Sahlab is ubiquitous throughout the Middle East and Mediterranean. In Egypt, it is the remedy for the biting cold of desert nights. Ancient and enduring; perhaps the goddess Isis warmed the baby Horus with sweet sahlab.

Fresh goat milk thickened with orchid root accord, kyphi honey, orange blossom and rose water and sprinkling of toasted coconut caramel.

Sarabba Sulawesi
Enjoyed by many on Indonesia's Sunda Island, Sarabba is a hot and spicy evening pick-me-up.

The fire of Indonesian ginger is ignited with white peppercorns then quenched with sugared coconut milk.

Stregare Bicerìn
Born in the Piedmontese region of Italy famous for its chocolatier's, il Bicerìn is Turin's take on simple hot chocolate, where in the early part of the 16th century, Signore Philbert served hot chocolate to laud an Italian victory over the French. In the 1700's espresso and frothy whipped cream were added and il Bicerìn as we know it was born.

The aroma of an Italian cafe, leather and fine tobacco, creates an elegant ambience as we wait for our order to arrive: indulgent layers of bittersweet chocolate and gianduja slowly melted into whole milk and topped with Italian espresso and heavenly whipped cream.  Bellissimo!

Tae Draíochta
Éire's elixir for what ails ye. Truly, here's nothing quite like a Hot Toddy in the evening to shake a stubborn cold, or the winter blues. Triple the whiskey and it might be a magical cure for everything, if you can remember what was wrong in the first place!

Malty Assam black tea is fortified with a shot of Irish whiskey and spiced with clove studded lemon rinds. Stirred with a cinnamon stick and served piping hot.

Vajrayana Victual
Po Cha, or Yak Butter Tea is a staple in Tibet and surounding regions. It has a salty and tangy flavor and is purple, oily and thick with the consistency of porridge, Po Cha is consumed thoughout the day and as with most teas, it is rude to refuse a cup. in fact, it is customary for your host to top of your tea with each sip. This high calorie beverage well suited to the high altitudes and the butter keeps lips from chapping, so you can smooch the smooth lips of all the smiling rinpoches. Or not. Many people add tsampa, a barley flour, to their tea, stirring it with their fingers until they mix up a fat delicious dumpling in the tea bowl. Bread and tea in the same cup. How's that for convenience?

A drop of creamy Yak butter accord is churned with thick black tea and served whilst contemplating impermanence in the ancient temple atmosphere thick with ages of incense and prayer.


Wishing You Were Here
$20 per 5ml

Departure: Seat 13c
"I never thought saying good-bye could be so cruel! I wish I could settle in and enjoy the
journey but I am still uncertain about my intentional lack of an itinerary.
No one shall accuse me of being a bore! I hope for random encounters,
rich adventures and perhaps some wild revelries that can pierce my shell.
This is my sole existence and I wish to partake heartily.

Wishing you were here,

H."

Sweet Asian sandalwood drenched in creamy Casablanca lilies with a shimmer of citrus anticipation.

Mischief In Laced Boots
"Two weeks had passed without incident until last night found me wandering,
quite unexpectedly, though dark thoroughfares in pursuit of new footwear -
I will not be going into how I lost my last pair - let's just attribute it to the fine wine!
They have lovely shops here, and lovelier clerks. To bloom like the rose with no thorns!

Wishing you were here,

H."

Kumquat peels and magnolia blossoms steal through patchouli's dark shadow to meet up with succulent summer fruits and bold pink peppercorns in the darkening twilight.

Camping in Corsets
"The flowers here are heavy on their branches and appear to be very ready to be
plucked and enjoyed. The weather has dried out long enough for myself and a new
companion to head to the mountains for a few days of fresh air, sunshine, and privacy!
I was quite improperly dressed for such a trek - so I made it a point to be as
properly undressed as possible! Oh the scandal!

Wishing you were here,

H." 

Fiery resins and wisps of vanilla smoke are sweetened by white amber and and a touch of wild lavender.

Naughty Amongst Novels
"You might think that my various romps would be filling all of my days (and nights!)
but you'd be sorely mistaken. I am still an insatiable bookworm! The quiet stacks on the
fourth floor are a perfect place to ...study. I do believe that my shell has thoroughly
cracked well past any attempts to restore it. Good riddance!

Wishing you were here,

H." 

Exotic volumes of leather-bound books topple over enough layers of clove, spiced musk, black coconut and antique furnishings enough to make a librarian swoon!

Arrival: Gate 23
"At long last, I make my way back to the place I have called home for ages. So often during
my trip I longed to change my name, my residence, my identity. I wished to reinvent myself -
dissolve into the fray and be led by the enticement of the lights and their myriad colors
that flickered through the night. I wanted to become that which I thought I could never be.
However, throughout my travels, I have discovered that the reason why I could never
become the person I wanted to be was because I was already her.

Wishing you were here,

H." 

Orange blossoms and black sandalwood cozy up together on a leather sofa under a soft patchouli throw - oh so very glad to finally be home. 

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And that should do it! 

All the best, 

Vajra

Saturday, November 15, 2008

A Holiday Pastiche - Yule 2008



A Holiday Pastiche

Yule 2008


I do believe the ZOMG! Conjure Oils Holiday Contest will indeed become a staple in the annual traditions of this little perfume house that could. Compared to last year, the entries quadrupled - not just in size, but in sheer creativity as well. Submitted was everything from fragments of notes, to evocative titles to elaborate fleshed out stories with accompanying illustrations. Entries were varied, diverse, gorgeous - united in the theme of collage and random scraps of art, story and memory.

So it is with great pride that I unleash the fourteen entries that won the 2008 ZOMG! Conjure Oils Holiday contest out into the world! I hope I've done justice to the creativity with which I've been entrusted.

~Vajra

Available in 5ml, 10ml and pip sets.
$17.50 5ml, $27.50 10ml, $40 for 10 pip set.

The Anti-Claus

Santa's evil twin who, come New Year, delivers the consequences of too much holiday cheer!

Peppermint schnapps, coal dust, cigar smoke, and wooden switches

Karen Shibuya,
Virginia

Beiwe

Celebrate the Sámian Sun Goddess of fertility and sanity worshiped for millennia by the indigenous peoples of Fennoscandia who inhabit Northern Norway, Finland and Sweden as well as the Kola peninsula of Russia.

According to legend, Beiwe travels through the steel grey skies of Lapland with her daughter Beiwe-Neia in a ship made of reindeer bones delivering the first green shoots of vegetation to the earth so her beloved reindeers may thrive.

During the festival of Beiwe, celebrants slather their doors with butter to fuel Beiwe and her daughter during their verdant travels and call on her to cure the insanity that only the relentless long dark nights of winter can induce.

A restorative blend of reindeer bone dust , butter, charred amber, myrrh and fragile Scandinavian green herbs

Jennifer Teixeira,
SF Bay Area, CA

Celestial Cow

Then this god said to Nut:
I placed myself on thy back to be elevated; what then?
So said he, and Nut became the sky.
The majesty of this god begged:
Be far from them and elevate me, that I may see (them).
And the On High came into being.
Then the majesty of this god looked into her, and she said:
Make me into a multitude!
And stars came into being.
The majesty of this god, let him live, be safe and in good health, said:
Peaceful is the field here!
And Sekhet-Hotep (the Field of Peace) came into being.
Oh, I shall plant green herbs in it!
And Sekhet-Aaru (the Field of Reeds) came into being.
From the Book of the Heavenly Cow

As winter drew closer around the northern hemisphere, the ancient Egyptians celebrated the Establishment of the Celestial Cow - a time of joy, humble offerings, and thanksgiving. Nut, the goddess of Heaven, takes Ra on her back and lifts Him up high, to his place as the Sun - and so, the universe is restored to order and harmony.

A blackberry sky sparkling with vanilla stars, a cup full of celestial milk from the Cow, and warm Egyptian musk

Jenny Mathiasson,
UK

Christmas in Sydney

Move over eggnog, Yule log and heaps of snow! Time to soak in the summer sun and celebrate with friends at the beach, twilight barbecues and a dip in the Ocean!

Frangipani, jasmine absolute float in the air. Bodies slathered with coconut oil and cocoa butter and freshly mown grass and sea-spray in the distance

Dominica,
Sydney, Australia

Flannel Pajamas

Wrapping paper scraps litter the floor, gold and silver boxes of treasured gifts are stacked precariously in corners showing signs of hasty abandonment caused by the intoxicating smell wafting in from the breakfast table.

Piping hot buttermilk pancakes, Oregon blueberry compote, whipped cream, raw sugar and raspberries with a hint of maple syrup and a touch of golden honey

Alex Cully,
San Leandro, CA

Gloucestershire Wassail

"Wassail, Wassail, all over the town
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree
With the wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee

So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek
Pray God send our master a good piece of beef
And a good piece of beef that we may all see
With the wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee

And here is to Dobbin and to his right eye
Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie
And a good Christmas pie that we may all see
With our wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee

So here is to Broad Mary and to her broad horn
May God send our master a good crop of corn
And a good crop of corn that we may all see
With our wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee

And here is to Fillpail and to her left ear
Pray God send our master a happy New Year
And a happy New Year as e'er he did see
With our wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee

And here is to Colly and to her long tail
Pray God send our master he never may fail
A bowl of strong beer! I pray you draw near
And our jolly wassail it's then you shall hear

Come Butler , come fill us a bowl of the best
Then we hope that your soul in heaven may rest
But if you do draw us a bowl of the small
Then down shall go butler, bowl and all

Then here's to the maid in the lily white smock
Who tripped to the door and slipped back the lock
Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin
For to let these jolly wassailers in

Wassail, Wassail, all over the town
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree
With the wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee"


Apple orchard Wassailing is held on the Old Twelfth Night, January 17 as the villagers form a circle around the largest apple tree to hang pieces cider-soaked toast in the branches for the robins who represent the 'good spirits' of the tree. A shotgun is fired overhead to scare away evil spirits and the group sings, the following being the last verse:

"Old Apple tree, old apple tree;
We've come to wassail thee;
To bear and to bow apples enow;
Hats full, caps full, three bushel bags full;
Barn floors full and a little heap under the stairs "


Sugary maples, sweet cloved cider, fresh sage, crisp white pine boughs and the memory of smoky warm hearths from the once-great crumbling castle halls


Meghan Moyer,
Hoffman Estates, IL

Hanerot Halalu

Hanerot halalu anachnu madlikin
Al hanissim ve'al haniflaot
Al hatshuot ve'al hamilchamot
She'asita la'avoteinu


"We light these lights for the miracles and for the wonders, for the redemption and for the battles that you made for our fore feathers."

The bright reverence of the Festival of Lights: Cypress , myrtle, sweet cloves, citron, olive oil, and melting candle wax with a hint of smoke

Nikki Imai & Michelle Parker
Irvine, CA/Ottawa, ON

Hannukah O Hannuka

Come light the Menorah
Let's have a party
We'll all dance the Horah
Gather round the table
We'll give you a treat
S'vivon to play
And levivot to eat


All the sweet treats of Hannukah!

Strawberry-filled sufganiyot, a dusting of powdered sugar, honey-crusted sesame seed candies and milk chocolate gelt

Nikki Imai & Michelle Parker
Irvine, CA/Ottawa, ON

The Holly King

Men, women and children begin the journey through the long, darkened days of Winter's reign. The scent of peat moss burning on a vivacious fire drifts through the frigid air as the defeated Oak King secedes his reign to the Lord of the Winterwood, the Holly King! Be emboldened with the knowledge that though the fertility of the earth may have temporarily ceased, the strength and virility of the Winter Lord will see his children through the dark half of the year.

Midnight musk, peat moss, balsam fir, charred oak kindling and holly berries heavy with frost

Zola Pickett ,
Greenville, MS

Krampusnacht

Observed on December 5th, the eve of St. Nicholas' Day, Krampusnacht is an old European invitation for masked devils and dreaded mummers to torment sweet little boys and girls by rattling terrifying chains and ringing hellish bells.

Revel and dance in this ancient revival of a Saturnalian tradition!

Conjure Oils' Apothecary Dragon's Blood slathered in Devil's Food Cake and smoked cocoa

Vajra,
Portland, OR
(Yeah, I had to get at least one of my own in here!)

Little Match Girl

The Little Match Girl
By Hans Christian Andersen
first published in 1845

"Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening-- the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; and the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street, because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.

"One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been laid hold of by an urchin, and off he ran with it; he thought it would do capitally for a cradle when he some day or other should have children himself. So the little maiden walked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold. She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle of them in her hand. Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day; no one had given her a single farthing.

"She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing!

"The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curls around her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. From all the windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roast goose, for you know it was New Year's Eve; yes, of that she thought.

"In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other, she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawn close up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did not venture, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing of money: from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was cold too, for above her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled, even though the largest cracks were stopped up with straw and rags.

"Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! a match might afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, draw it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. She drew one out. "Rischt!" how it blazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright flame, like a candle, as she held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with such blessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had already stretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, the stove vanished: she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand.

"She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the light fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that she could see into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; upon it was a splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose was steaming famously with its stuffing of apple and dried plums. And what was still more capital to behold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floor with knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl; when--the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was left behind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the most magnificent Christmas tree: it was still larger, and more decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant's house.

"Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her. The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire.

"Someone is just dead!" said the little girl; for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, that when a star falls, a soul ascends to God.

"She drew another match against the wall: it was again light, and in the luster there stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with such an expression of love.

"Grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, take me with you! You go away when the match burns out; you vanish like the warm stove, like the delicious roast goose, and like the magnificent Christmas tree!" And she rubbed the whole bundle of matches quickly against the wall, for she wanted to be quite sure of keeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant light that it was brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother been so beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and both flew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above was neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God.

"But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself," people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother she had entered on the joys of a new year."

Dying matches, splintered wood, bitter snow and the tantalizing visions of apples and dried plums fading from a vision

Atalanta & Fawxe,
Texas

Snegurochka

In Russian folklore, there is a snow maiden named Snegurochka - daughter and helper of Grandfather Frost who has the jolly task of delivering presents to children on Christmas. In one old fairy tale, Snegurochka yearns for the companionship of mortal humans and falls in love with a beautiful shepherd named Lel. Unfortunately, her heart is frozen and unable to know love. Her mother - Mother Spring - takes pity on her dear Snegurochka and gives her heart the capacity to love. However, her heart of snow and deep ice melts in the heat of passion.

Snegurochka, how cold it is!
Vitreous soul
It does not wait my love
It knows all secrets in advance
How difficult it is for me
What more can I say?
And my heart aches
Ice heated
And difficultly selected words
Where is your accordion?
Where is the light of love?
Do you not know?


romantic and withering iced rose warmed with a heart of oud and ignited with spicy ginger

Christine D.,
Portland, OR

We Three Kings

We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain
Moor and mountain
Following yonder star


Strange travelers from exotic lands, following their faith in the promise of a star.

Red amber, dark patchouli, sweet clove, Ceylon cinnamon, frankincense, Moroccan myrrh, and warm vanilla, all on an Eastern wind

Nikki Imai & Michelle Parker
Irvine, CA/Ottawa, ON

White Dove of Peace

May peace, goodwill and justice prevail on Earth!

Pure white lilies, gossamer musk, vanilla orchids, white peach and olive blossoms

Saribeth K.,
Chicago, IL

Yule After Hours

Late at night after the little ones have gone to bed, the adults gather around a massive dining room table for a celebration of their own - drinks and gambling!

Irish Cream, wisps of cigar tobacco, the faint smell of the Yule tree and just a hint of the ubiquitous holiday scent of cinnamon and baking spices

Erin Leigh,
Cherry, IL

But wait! There's more!


Too good to be gone forever! Five scents make an encore from 2007's The World Celebrates - Yule 2007 line!

Available in 5ml, 5ml sets and 10ml sizes.


Bhai Dooj 2008


a Hindu ceremony performed on the second day after Diwali in which siblings honor and celebrate one another. Sisters draw sacred Tilak markings made of sandalwood or vermilion paste on their brothers foreheads with unbroken grains of rice as an expression of love and gratitude for their support and protection. In turn, brothers shower sisters with luxurious gifts, jewel toned flowers and promises of continued love and loyalty

a fiery blend with a heart of sandalwood paste and a soul of incense, basmati rice, dried ginger, comforting allspice and a daub of ghee

contributed by Julia Ingber, New York, USA 2007

Ded Moroz 2008

Ded Moroz, or Father Frost, is a character akin to Santa Claus in the Ukraine and other parts of Eastern Europe. He delivers gifts in person to children with his granddaughter Snegurochka,"Snow Maiden", donning his heel-length, crimson fur lined coat, hat and valenki boots. Celebrate a true Ukrainian Christmas with perennially popular Eastern European cookies baked special for Ded Moroz and Snegurochka! Cut into rounds, stars, or crescents, they are often hung on the lower branches of the Yule tree as treats for the younger children

notes in this delectable offering are warm and dry ginger, golden peach honey, orange peel and toasted almonds with a just a hint of spice and a delicate dusting of powdered sugar on top

contributed by Jennifer Tonapi, Ohio, USA 2007

Festival of Lights 2008


Hanukkah, the Hebrew word sometimes translated as "dedication" or "consecration", is celebrated on the 25th day in the month of Kislev, falling anywhere between late November to late December. It is marked by lighting candles each night on the Menorah just after dusk to invite miracles, wonders and to express gratitude.

a scent for Hanukkah, warm and inviting: fresh baked loaves of Challah, golden tendrils of honey, sweet beeswax candles, frankincense, saffron, and clove

Contributed by Shawna Morse, Georgia, USA 2007

Misa del Gallo 2008

Misa del Gallo, or "Roosters Mass" is a name used in Latin America for the Catholic Tradition of Midnight Mass. It comes from the belief that the rooster was one of the first creatures to witness and then announce the birth of the infant Jesus.

celebrate midnight mass in an ancient cathedral: dark amber, sweet myrrh, olibanum, candle smoke wafting heavenward, raw chocolate, desert chaparral and sweetgrass

Contributed by Gary Lodato, North Carolina, USA 2007

Saint Lucia 2008

Observed on December 13 in Scandinavian countries, it is the Feast Day of Saint Lucia, whose name means "light".This is represented in the yearly tradition of choosing one lucky little girl to wear a flowing white gown, don a glowing candle-studded crown and lead a line of candle bearing maidens trailing behind her to represent Saint Lucia overcoming the darkness of her blindness. The Saint is often portrayed holding a golden plate containing her own eyes that some say were plucked out by enemies, yet other sources claim that she gouged them out herself. It is of no surprise then that she is venerated at the darkest time of the year

an illuminating blend offering the sweet scent of lucia yeast buns baked with cardamom and saffron then slowly drizzled with sweet orange glaze rounded out with just a hint of lingonberry twigs from the candle wreath warmed by the candle's steady glow

Contributed by Lindsay Van Acker, California, USA 2007

A Holiday Pastiche - Yule 2008 will be offered until the New Year, or until supplies are exhausted!

Thanks for your love and support!

All the best,

Vajra