Crystal Ball Wax Melts

“The roses were trimmed just after dusk. A drop of blood hit the bloom, and the garden never forgot.”

Profile: This haunting floral cuts deep—lush petals laced with rust, clove-bitten fingertips, and soil-soaked sorrow. Blood-Soaked Roses evokes thorn-pricked kisses, whispered secrets in overgrown graveyards, and the warmth of a memory too vivid to fade. It is both bloom and bruise, ritual and reckoning.

Scent Mood:
🌹 Thorn-pricked fingertips and ghostly blossoms
🪓 The metallic tang of shears in motion
🕯️ Incense rising through green shadows
💋 The breath held between danger and desire
💀 Devotion whispered from beyond

Top Notes: Crushed petals, green stem, faint sweetness

Heart Notes: Iron, spice, smoldering warmth

Base Notes: Soil, smoke, forgotten devotion

“In the West Wing Library, the pages whisper. The candles flicker without flame. She writes her letters in ink... and something deeper.”

Profile: A hypnotic blend of arcane ink, shadowed bookshelves, and perfumed ritual smoke. Honeyed incense curls around bourbon-soaked wood as notes of vetiver and vanilla blur the line between memory and dream. Pleasant Nightmares is Lady Scarlett’s private scent—layered, alluring, and laced with secrets only the sea remembers.

Scent Mood:
📚 Incantations hidden in old tomes
🕯️ Candlewax, ink, and ceremonial clove
💋 Honeyed breath on a velvet neck
🌊 Eucalyptus echo in ocean-carved stone
🦇 A kiss between smoke and silence

Top Notes: Aged parchment, faint sugar, soft smoke

Heart Notes: Resin, honeyed clove, midnight wood

Base Notes: Vanilla, vetiver, distant sea air

“Tucked in exile where the forest meets the shore, the mansion sleeps through thunder. But when the waves crash just right… the vampires awaken.”

Profile: A tempest of salt-kissed woods, haunted florals, and ghostly citrus rises from the velvet-draped corridors of the manor. Clove and lavender swirl through eucalyptus mist as pine and cedar creak beneath candlelight. This is the signature of the sea-bound house—storm-born, forest-rooted, and forever watching.

Scent Mood:
🌧️ Thunder at twilight, sea spray on stone
🌿 Eucalyptus breath through broken windows
🕯️ Patchouli and lavender echo in the halls
🌲 Pine needles scattered on velvet rugs
🦷 A sharp bloom before the bite

Top Notes:
Marine mist, eucalyptus, citrus rind

Heart Notes:
Geranium, clove bud, lavender spice

Base Notes:
Cedarwood, pine, vetiver soil

“Your songwriter poet boyfriend has been writing for hours in a coffee shop. The scent of his leather jacket still lingers on your scarf.”

Profile: Coffinated is a fevered confessional—espresso-soaked lyrics scribbled on napkins, the crackle of a vinyl record behind barista banter, and the ghost of last night’s cigarette kiss. Bitter coffee grounds and sticky-sweet tobacco melt into clove smoke, leather, and notebook paper. A scent for the dreamers, the loners, and the lovers who never sleep.

Scent Mood:
☕ Midnight café. Backseat confessions. Caffeinated longing.
🚬 Tobacco ghosts and notebook paper
🧥 Leather warmth and lyric ache
🔥 Clove-laced breath over an amber heart
🖊️ Smoke curling around the final verse

Top Notes: Bold coffee bean, dark tobacco ash

Heart Notes: Smoked clove, warm amber, vintage leather

Base Notes: Vetiver earth, patchouli smoke, unfinished verse

“There’s a red-lit room beneath the cathedral. No sermons… just confessions whispered against gloved skin.”

Profile: Tenebris Cantata is the scent of sanctified obsession—where incense clouds the air like secrets and the line between prayer and pleasure dissolves beneath velvet restraint. Resinous frankincense veils powdered skin, while honeyed musk, crypt floors, and bourbon-stained wood murmur beneath the robes. Think ritual, relics, and ruin… with just a hint of lace and sin.

Scent Mood:
⛪ Midnight mass in silk restraints
🕯️ Wax pooling beneath relic light
💋 A gloved hand pressed to trembling lips
🖤 Penance with perfume and powdered lace
🩸 A rosary tight in one fist… and nothing in the other

Top Notes: Frankincense veil, powdered throat, clove-laced penance

Heart Notes: Incense-drenched patchouli, vetiver crypt floor, amber-lit temptation

Base Notes: Honeyed musk, bourbon sandalwood, vanilla-stung confession

“She sings not to lure, but to awaken. To remind the waves who they belong to. She is the storm, the vow, and the velvet silence between tides.”

Profile:
This is the soul of the siren—enchanted and untouchable. Lotus blossom and lavender drift atop a current of celestial light, while a flicker of citrus teases from beneath. Earthy vetiver and sacred patchouli anchor the melody, grounding the song in sensual gravity. Bride of the Moon is what it means to be a siren: magnetic, divine, and dripping with power.

Scent Mood:
🌙 A wedding veil woven from starlight and tide
💧 Salt on bare skin and breath held too long
🕯️ A candle burning at the bottom of the sea
💋 The moment before surrender
🫧 Echoes of the deep, singing your name

Top Notes: Lotus bloom, sweet orange, sacred lavender

Heart Notes: Celestial radiance, velvet depth, waterborne devotion

Base Notes: Vetiver root, patchouli pull, shadowed sensuality

“She shimmered without trying. The stars bowed to her. And when she left the room, she took a little light with her.”

Profile:
Celestial Goddess is the scent of light woven into memory. A golden laugh in a sunlit kitchen. A knowing glance under moonlight. Inspired by Lagerfeld’s *Sun, Moon & Stars*, this blend begins with bright citrus and soft florals that sparkle like morning dew. Its heart pulses with lotus and lavender, while the base settles into sacred amber, grounding vetiver, and the warmth of patchouli. This is her echo in scent form—radiant, eternal, and adored.

Scent Mood:
☀️ A laugh that wraps you in warmth
🌙 Moonlit wisdom, passed down in whispers
🌸 Petals in her wake, never wilted
✨ Stardust on everything she touched
🕊️ A light that never leaves

Top Notes: Sweet orange, primrose, fruity sparkle

Heart Notes: Lotus blossom, lavender, cosmic memory

Base Notes: Amber, vetiver, patchouli

“She poured another cup and smiled sideways. The clock was melting, the floor was moss, and the sugar had something to say.”

Profile:
A topsy-turvy blend of tropical fruit, enchanted botanicals, and sweet citrus, Go Ask Alice tumbles down the rabbit hole with a swirl of coconut lime and dragonfruit high. Lotus and honeyed blends perfume the air like potion steam, while patchouli and lemongrass ground the whimsy. A curl of eucalyptus fog drifts through it all—cool, strange, and utterly spellbinding. Wonderland never smelled so tempting… or so trippy.

Scent Mood:
🫖 Tea leaves steeped in mischief
🍊 Citrus spirals and tropical giggles
🧠 Mind maze with a velvet rope
🌀 Smoke rings and strange riddles
🧚♀️ Glitter in the fog

Top Notes: Sweet orange, dragonfruit, coconut lime

Heart Notes: Lotus blossom, tranquility accord, sugared musk

Base Notes: Patchouli, lemongrass, eucalyptus haze

“The veil thins. Candles flicker. Somewhere between shadow and sun, they arrive.”

Profile:
Rooted in the colorful reverence of the Southwest, Día de Los Muertos is a desert-born ritual in scent. A flicker of orange and clove rises like memory from the flame, while cinnamon bark and sweet tobacco swirl with spice and soul. Beneath it all, the sacred grounding of frankincense, vetiver, and patchouli anchors the senses—an offering to those who walk with us still. Designed to pair perfectly with our vibrant Day of the Dead jewelry and southwestern adornments, this blend celebrates life, loss, and love in equal measure.

Scent Mood:
🕯️ Marigold altars beneath desert stars
🌵 Heat-drenched prayer on adobe stone
💀 Smoke curling from sacred cigars
🌞 Sun-warmed cinnamon and ancestral echoes
🌼 The hush before the spirits step through

Top Notes: Sweet orange, cinnamon bark, clove

Heart Notes: Sweet tobacco, amber, fire-lit spice

Base Notes: Frankincense & myrrh, patchouli, vetiver

“The wind howls across the cliffs as she walks barefoot through the heather. Wild red hair tangled by the gods. A lineage forged in battle and crowned in moss.”

Profile: Earth-wrought and regal, this scent evokes sacred groves, warrior queens, and ancient rites whispered through the stone circles of old. It’s the breath of pine from forgotten forests, the hush of moss beneath bare feet, and the glint of a crown forged in fire. A tribute to Irish bloodlines, Viking roots, and bone-deep power.

Scent Mood:
🍃 Storms over standing stones
🔥 Ember-lit oaths beneath sacred trees
👣 Bare feet in wet moss
👑 A queen’s shadow cast across the valley
💚 The ghost of heather on the wind

Top Notes: Himalayan cedar, wild pine, ancestral air

Heart Notes: Geranium, lavender, velvet legacy

Base Notes: Patchouli, vetiver, earthen rites

“Cherry lipgloss. Combat boots. Glitter sweat on a bathroom mirror. She smells like sugar, danger, and one too many beers at the punk show.”

Profile: Lipstick & Gunpowder throws a middle finger at delicate florals and dances in citrus-soaked chaos. Sweet orange and lemongrass crackle like broken stage lights, melting down into spiced sugar, leather, and a kiss of clove. The base is all stomp and smirk—patchouli, vetiver, and black boots on beer-stained floors. Light this when you’re ready to rage pretty.

Scent Mood:
💋 Cherry gloss & cigarette sparks
🍺 Beer-soaked boots on linoleum dreams
👊 Glitter grit and shouted lyrics
🖤 Smudged eyeliner, sharpened tongue
🔥 Sweetness with a switchblade

Top Notes: Sweet orange, lemongrass, sugar slap

Heart Notes: Clove, cherry gloss, bubblegum heat

Base Notes: Leather, patchouli, vetiver swagger

“She’s got rhinestones in her rearview, boot scuffs on the altar, and a velvet growl that turns bar fights into ballads.”

Profile: Dust to Devotion is a barefoot stomp through graveyard glamour. Bay rum swagger and clove-bitten smoke melt into sweet tobacco haze, preacher’s cologne, and leather laced with secrets. It hums with frankincense shadow, bourbon sandalwood, and a witchy whisper of vetiver dirt and amber glow. Like if Stevie Nicks hitched a ride with a motorcycle gang through Savannah at midnight—guitar in one hand, spell jar in the other... Bless her heart.

Scent Mood:
✨ Lace sleeves and stage lights
🎸 Desert wind through fringe and bone
🍑 Peach moonshine & powdered heartbreak
🔥 Tambourine tantrums & outlaw lullabies
🖤 No altar. Just ashes. And a damn good song.

Top Notes:
Bay rum, clove, sweet tobacco

Heart Notes:
Leather, frankincense & myrrh, preacher’s cologne

Base Notes:
Amber, vetiver, patchouli, bourbon sandalwood

“She kept the house, the car, the stocks, and the secrets. Crying never suited her anyway.”

Profile: Black Widow is a silk-gloved signature—cool as onyx, rich as old money. Clove and exotic musk slink in first, chased by sweet tobacco and patchouli in a slow, deliberate burn. Vetiver and amber anchor the dry-down like a signed will in a locked drawer. There’s no perfume here—just power plays in probate court and a kiss you won't survive. She’s not mourning. She’s collecting.

Scent Mood:
🕯️ Velvet curtain and viper smile
💼 Estate-ready elegance with a side of arsenic
🕸️ Mourning couture and bank vault chill
💋 Glossed lips, closed casket
📜 The will was very clear

Top Notes:
Clove, exotic musk

Heart Notes:
Patchouli, sweet tobacco, vanilla

Base Notes:
Vetiver, amber

“She folded her heart into a thousand cranes. The war kept them all.”

Profile: Origami in the Dark is a shrine-swept whisper—soft, mournful, and hauntingly elegant. Inspired by senbazuru, the thousand-folded cranes of devotion and impossible hope, this scent drifts through cherry blossom haze and yuzu glow before sinking into sacred smoke and temple stone. Lotus, lavender, and rose rest beneath silk and ash, while amber clings like memory on skin. A war-torn love letter folded too tightly to ever unfold.

Scent Mood:
🕯️ Ash-folded cranes and sleeved letters
🌸 Blossoms in retreat, not bloom
🖋️ Red ink, white silk, war-torn lace
🏮 Shrine smoke and moonlit regrets
💔 Love too heavy for wings

Top Notes:
Yuzu, cherry blossom, white ash

Heart Notes:
Rose, lavender, lotus

Base Notes:
Amber, patchouli, vetiver, incense

“She pirouetted through perfection and tore the curtain on her final bow.”

Profile: Black Swan is grace on the edge of collapse. A musky, exotic descent into beauty’s shadow. This blend opens with clove’s bite and an untouchable allure before unfurling into a heart of leather, mystery, and unraveling control. Patchouli and vetiver ground the madness, while amber and sacred resins glow like stage lights on sweat-slick skin. The perfume of obsession, transformation, and the tragic art of letting go.

Scent Mood:
🩸 Split lip beneath red velvet
🖤 Ballet shoes worn to the bone
🔥 Smoke curling off the final act
🌑 Grace, grief, and a gilded descent
🎭 She didn’t break—she became

Top Notes:
Clove

Heart Notes:
Exotic ash blend, leather, patchouli

Base Notes:
Amber, vetiver, frankincense & myrrh

“She looked like dessert. She acted like poison.”

Profile: Eat Me is powdered mischief in a pretty pink wrapper. A swirl of sugar kiss and citrus tease melts into soft florals and candied lies. Geranium adds a whisper of green beneath the frosting, while primrose plays sweet and strange. The scent of bite-sized danger, cupcakes laced with secrets, and innocent indulgence just begging to be bitten.

Scent Mood:
🩷 Tea party with a knife behind the napkin
🍊 Citrus giggles and powdered breath
💋 Lip-glossed alibi in a candy shop crime
🧁 Baby pink poison, frosted and fatal
🎀 The sweeter she smells, the faster you fall

Top Notes:
Sugar kiss, sweet orange

Heart Notes:
Cotton candy, primrose, geranium

Base Notes:
Just a whisper of trouble

“Sip slow, darling. The floor might vanish.”

Profile: Drink Me is a lucid libation for the off-kilter dreamer. Sparkling citrus and garden mint swirl with lavender mist and holy resin in this enchanted mojito for the mind. It’s fresh, strange, and effervescent—like catching your reflection in a puddle that wasn’t there a moment ago. A tonic for slipping sideways through the veil with glitter on your lips and a riddle in your throat.

Scent Mood:
🍃 Minty madness in a mirrored glass
🔮 Potion fizz & lucid dreams
🕯️ Temple mist and citrus tongue
🧊 Ice cubes clinking in another reality
💫 Wonderland’s happy hour—first round’s on fate

Top Notes:
Grapefruit, peppermint, lemongrass, spearmint, sweet orange

Heart Notes:
Lavender, lotus blossom

Base Notes:
Frankincense & myrrh, patchouli

“Sugar crash imminent. Dignity not included.”

Profile: Trick No Treat is Halloween night on a sugar bender—neon masks, sticky fingers, and forbidden bites of mystery candy. It opens with banana Laffy Taffy and dragonfruit slush, chased by a breath of minty mischief. Clove and vanilla swirl like melted wrappers at the bottom of a plastic pumpkin. This isn’t your grandma’s autumn. It’s chaos in costume and you’ve already swallowed the spell.

Scent Mood:
🍌 Banana madness & bubblegum giggles
🧃 Dragonfruit punch & minty aftermath
👻 Prank magic & sweet sin
🍭 Plastic pumpkins overflowing
🕷️ One sniff away from trouble

Top Notes:
Banana, dragonfruit, mint-eucalyptus

Heart Notes:
Clove leaf, vanilla

Base Notes:
Sticky nostalgia, melted mischief

“She orders it dirty. Smiles like sin. Vanishes before the check.”

Profile: Black Dahlia is the scent of scandal in a coupe glass. A cocktail of crimson liqueur, citrus vodka, and sweet orange slinks into a floral heart of geranium and dragonfruit—ripe, reckless, and smeared in secrets. Espresso grounds the glamour in something darker, while sandalwood and vetiver whisper the closing act. She’s the last girl standing in a noir film you never saw coming.

Scent Mood:
🍸 Raspberry lipstick on the rim
🖋️ Love notes written in venom
🖤 Jet-set danger with a sugar twist
👠 Slay, sip, vanish
🌒 A cocktail with a body count

Top Notes:
Raspberry liqueur, citrus vodka, sweet orange

Heart Notes:
Geranium, primrose, dragonfruit

Base Notes:
Espresso, sandalwood, vetiver

“The lather is warm. The blade is cold. The last thing you smell is cologne and clove.”

Profile:
Mr. Todd is a ritual in restraint. This is the scent of a perfectly measured revenge—shaved close and whispered through steam. A splash of vintage cologne and powdered talc opens the blend like the first breath in an old-world barber’s chair. But beneath the gentleman’s polish lies a sharper edge: black pepper and bourbon bite, softened by leather, sandalwood, and smoked clove. Anchored in vetiver, patchouli, and mahogany hush, it lingers like secrets soaked into the floorboards.

This isn’t just a barbershop scent. It’s a blade in disguise—refined, sinister, and devastatingly smooth.

Scent Mood:
🪒 A splash of warm cologne
💈 Leather armrests and wood polish
🩸 The snap of a straight razor
🕯️ A breath held just before the cut
🖤 Clean, cruel, unforgettable

Top Notes: Vintage aftershave, salt-steam, black pepper

Heart Notes: Sandalwood & bourbon, leather gloves, clove

Base Notes: Vetiver, patchouli, dark wood