ARCHIVE SALE: Tyr, Desire Street, Ullr

As the season of the sun wanes, the dusky days grow short and slip through our fingers. Twin currents of melancholy and nostalgia pulse in rhythm, and overtake the flavor of late summer. The duality of sadness and celebration find themselves in symbiotic dichotomy, as we make sense of the changes taking place around us. How best can we live in the present, exalt the past, and honor the future? Though the transformative magic of fragrance.

Scent recall is our most primitive and powerful sense, and as Venus has moved into her domain of Libra which lords over aesthetic beauty and perfume, it is perhaps the best way to commune with this benefic. This archive sale dusts off three of our most popular and fragrances from the recent past, and introduces a new soon-to-be cult favorite, in honor of this return. One for each season, yet at the same time, all in transcendence of time and mutable enough for any of the four.

One oft unspoken art of perfumery is the bit of rot behind the beauty. In order to create an intriguing and realistic floral, one must know where to apply decay. Perhaps the reason we only find this concept among natural and independent perfumers, is that the mainstream seeks to standardize nature. Commercial fragrances use cost effective chemicals to create a whole, and give the impression of eternal summer. A scent that covers your own aroma, rather than becoming a part of you. To celebrate death in all its sexiness would mean the crumbling of an industry based on youth and the pursuit of living forever.



𝔚𝔞𝔵 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔚𝔞𝔫𝔢 ❊ An intense floral noir. An exquisite corpse of a bouquet with decay around the edges. Crepuscular blooms that follow the cycle of the moon. Fading honeysuckle vine with a damp brown hint. Intense dried rose incense, yet also the scent of rose petals held against warm skin. Jasmine sambac with a hint of heady indole. Frangipani wax and a drop of davana give depth to rose co2, making it bloom, in 3d,  just to watch it fade into rotting agarwood. Aged leaves that usher run the shadow of the end. The scent of lush and erotic evenings, as though the next morning is not promised. Memento mori— remember, you are mortal. 

ᴛᴏᴘ: ʜᴏɴᴇʏꜱᴜᴄᴋʟᴇ, ꜰʀᴀɴɢɪᴘᴀɴɪ, ᴀᴍʙʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ
ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ: ᴊᴀꜱᴍɪɴᴇ ꜱᴀᴍʙᴀᴄ, ʀᴏꜱᴇ ᴄᴏ2, ᴄᴇᴘᴇꜱ
ʙᴀꜱᴇ: ʙᴇɴᴢᴏɪɴ, ᴄᴀᴄᴀᴏ, ᴀɢᴀʀᴡᴏᴏᴅ

𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊 ❊ a haunting floral tribute to the real New Orleans. An abandoned mansion with kudzu growing through the cracks. The narcotic night song of jasmine mingling with swampy Spanish moss. Bald cypress trees, muddy lotus roots, and graveyard dirt. Hoodoo spices for luck and love, in honor of the complex history of rootwork and magick. Roses for Maman Brigitte. Southern magnolia infused with a hint of Absinthe sugar, all stirred into chicory coffee. Damp, sensual, vespertine, and a little vampiric.

ᴛᴏᴘ: ᴀʙꜱɪɴᴛʜᴇ, ᴄʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴍᴀɢɴᴏʟɪᴀ
ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ: ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ, ᴄᴀɴᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴊᴀꜱᴍɪɴᴇ ᴄᴏ2
ʙᴀꜱᴇ: ᴏᴀᴋᴍᴏꜱꜱ, ᴄᴇᴅᴀʀ, ɢʀᴀᴠᴇʏᴀʀᴅ ᴅɪʀᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴏʀᴅ

𝔗𝔶𝔯 ❊ A brand new release, many years in the making. Originally submitted for review through the “Scentual Supporter” club, this unique verdant woody perfume was created for the Norse god of justice and sacrifice, Tyr, and thus bears his name. Via Interpretatio romana, he aligns in spirit with Mars, but wherein the less desirable qualities have been restrained. Though his lore is more mysterious than some of the other gods of the same pantheon, he has been called upon by warriors through his bindrune of Tiwaz runes, which stacked together resemble a coniferous tree. He is best known for sacrificing his hand to the Fenris wolf, in order to bind him with chains and save mankind from destruction, though he is often called upon to settle disputes. Valiant and revered, we use this scent to protect and guide us daily, through court cases where we seek justice, to mitigate disputes, and bring a level head. Martial agricultural herbs, aromatherapy oils of balance, and ancient forest spirit medicine all inform this blend for a verdant, woody instant favorite. Transcendent acacia blossoms and metallic Galbanum introduce the story, which reads as though it came from the Prose Edda itself. Galangal adds honor and movement, and compliments the rich melange of jammy evergreen in the heart notes. A firm base of woods and resins make for a steadfast and tenacious resolution.

'You must know victory-runes if you want to know victory. Carve them into your sword's hilt, on the blade guards and the blades, invoking Tyr's name twice.'

ᴛᴏᴘ: ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴀᴄᴀᴄɪᴀ, ɢᴀʟʙᴀɴᴜᴍ, ɢᴀʟᴀɴɢᴀʟ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ: ɪʀᴏɴ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ, ꜰɪʀ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ, ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ꜱᴘʀᴜᴄᴇ ʙᴀꜱᴇ: ᴏᴜᴅ, ꜰʀᴀɴᴋɪɴᴄᴇɴꜱᴇ, ᴏᴀᴋᴍᴏꜱꜱ

𝔘𝔩𝔩𝔯 ❊ Decisively our most black metal scent which conjures a frozen nocturnal forest, to venerate the Norse god of skiing, archery, and the hunt. During this season, Ullr is said to usurp Odin’s reign over Asgard and Midgard, and he is called upon for guidance during the cold months. This fragrance has been taking shape for quite some time as dark, cold spice and iced black spruce against a vetiver night sky, before it was clear this was Ullr’s patron aroma. Originally created for last year’s VVinterrunes collection, for those wanting Saturnian plant allies to guide the transition into the stillness of the season with courage. Opens with camphorous night air that melts to reveal a heart of tenacious wood and yew accord.

ᴛᴏᴘ: ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ꜱᴘʀᴜᴄᴇ, ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴘᴇᴘᴘᴇʀ, ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴜᴍɪɴ
ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ: ʏᴇᴡ ᴀᴄᴄᴏʀᴅ, ꜱᴀᴄʀᴇᴅ ᴡᴏᴏᴅꜱ, ʜɪɴᴏᴋɪ
ʙᴀꜱᴇ: ᴠᴇᴛɪᴠᴇʀ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴇᴅᴀʀᴡᴏᴏᴅ, ɴᴀɢᴀʀᴍᴏᴛʜᴀ

⊕EARTH⊕ is a blend of dewy violet leaves, damp green moss, fungi on a tree stump, fresh pine needles on a forest floor, with a haunting vetiver base and hidden alchemical and ceremonial fragrances that evoke the elements. LAST BOTTLE

Reminiscent of laying in an untouched knoll to view the stars, far from human distractions. A nighttime forest coming to life with wolves and owls on the hunt, a symphony of crickets as a backdrop. A time when mankind lived a simpler life in a far more complex place. The gods of the old woods watching over... Not intended to mask natural body smells like artificial perfumes, these blends work with, rather than against your chemistry to create a unique aroma for each individual.

FEATURED NOTES: Spikenard, Birch, Evergreen, Oakmoss, Cepes, Vetiver

Each oil is crafted with intent in small batches on astrologically corresponding days or events. 10ml black glass bottle with steel roller ball, all natural essential oil blend in a jojoba base. (Essential oils are not recommended for the pregnant or nursing, and never to be taken internally. Although rare, discontinue use if irritation occurs. Volatile oils may discolor clothing or oxidize jewelry)