Items here have been Curtain Called, or discontinued due to component issues. If you do not see it in the Curtain Call section, I have run out of components, and do not know if I will be able to replace.
Mornings in the Garden when the fruit trees are full is the best time of the day. Fresh sun-warmed pears, the gentlest lavender, violets, heliotrope, sandalwood, and Oakmoss
Gardens of the Red Keep: lemon cakes (this pains me so much Components discontinued Frantically looking for a replacement)
Sticky Cinnamon Buns.
The Beaches of Tulum: Nestled on the Yucatan Peninsula, this beach escape reminds us of quiet luxury, unassuming paradise. Tulum is the site of Mayan ruins surrounded by lush jungles. We've encapsulated a private beach only a select few know about, that is hidden away from the throngs of tourists into a scent. We have included notes of cerulean ocean water, palm leaves, and a gentle breeze touched by driftwood.
Nancy, Rochelle, and Bonnie: Are they patrons, or part of the haunted forest? You can't really tell. Fallen leaves, chilly night air, magical oils, dried sage, graveyard dirt, patchouli, and Manon.
Kynance Cove: Favored by Queen Victoria, this cove is surrounded by tall rocks, and hidden within is a small beach to take in the sea. The rocky islands thrive with flowers, and the sheltered cove is enchanting. We have bottled this magical place for you with salty sea mists coming up from the caves that are hidden around the area, muget, violet and lily blooms follow. Grounded with notes of tonka.
The Baia do Sancho: The brilliant green blue waters of this Brazilian paradise are hidden by steep cliffs, and only accessible by ladders on the rocks, or by sea. A flock of Macaws fly out of the cove and into the jungle nearby. Sea salt and moss covered rocks are the top notes, then we blend with our very own vetivert, and a few drops of watermint. Proceeds from the sale of this scent will be donated to the Iowa Parrot Rescue.
Turks and Caicos: Another day in paradise. The relaxed atmosphere, picturesque sunsets of the islands transport us into vacation mode immediately. Transport yourself there with notes of that familiar suntan lotion, warm, humid air, melons, pineapple rum, grapefruits, and the scent of the brilliant turquoise ocean.
The Black Pearl: Sometimes we need to go out to the open water, to be as far away from civilization as possible, to fully relax. Salty marine air, the sea lapping against the sides of the boat. The lush scents of the forests off the coasts waft onto the deck. Rain is in the distance. Rum is in your hand.
The small towns around here have fairs late in the summer. Kettle Corn, Funnel Cake, Cotton Candy, and sunsets over the carnival rides.
Bright Yellow and Sweet as can be.
Roll in the Hay
There's a strawberry farm not far from me, and they're surrounded by fields of wheat, and corn. This is childhood summers, in a bottle. Fresh bright strawberries, sweet hay bales, and warm wind.
The solstice, celebrating the longest day of the year, is the best day for working in the garden. All that sunlight! Russian leather, honey, and a touch of patchouli.
Green tea, osmanthus, myrrh.
Apple Jack Cider Donut: Warm fresh donuts made with fresh apples and cinnamon, dusted in powdered sugar
S'mores: ooey gooey chocolate, marshmallow and graham crackers!
Corn Griddle Cakes: inspired by an old reddit post, titled, "give me your corn...". Fresh, hot corn cakes, ready for honey or jam!
Butterscotch'd Bourbon: For the grown ups at the pumpkin patch
Caramel Popped Corn: Warm, sinfully sweet, caramel corn and cool fall nights.
Green Apple Cotton Candy: The puffs of green candy floss glow electric under the black lights of the snack shack at the pumpkin patch.
Pumpkin Butter Creme Cupcakes: Just as it says!
The Haunted House: A dilapidated structure standing in front of a dark field. The gouls and goblins are shrieking in delight and beckon you to stay a while. The old house smells faintly of wormwood. A cauldron of simmering black currants in the kitchen, with wafts of cognac soaked vanilla beans, and dark wisps of incense from the basement, where they don't let you go.
The Haunted Woods: The woods are menacing but inviting. A small path beckons you in. It gets quiet and you make your way through, while you hear something walking close in the darkness. The woods smell of aged resins, black curling vines that try to swallow you up, delicate macabre seedlings and damp leaf strewn paths.
The Crooked House: You remember this one from when you were a kid, and only as an adult, you realize how sinister the house looks.
There was a crook'd man and he walked a crook'd mile
He found a crook'd sixpence, against a crook'd stile.
He bought a crook'd cat, which caught a crook'd mouse,
And they all lived together in a crook'd little house.
Ancient books, crook'd shelves, crook'd wooden chairs and old dusty manuscripts.
Teenage Vampires: You know the type. Leather jacket clad cocky boys with slick backed hair and a joint in their hand. A hint of the dankest dank, motor oil, black leather, and clove.
The Firepit: After all of your tricks and treats are done, warm up by the firepit. Notes of woodsmoke, marshmallows on roasting sticks, and a drop of vanille tabac.
Birds of Hell: Cool and smooth....screeching pomegranate and herbal gin.
Winter Walk: Freshly cut evergreen branches and a crystal clear, biting cold, winter afternoon.
December: Frosted woods, Cypress trees, Oakmoss, and icicles.
Sugarplum: Sugared plums, and anticipation for a visit from St. Nick.
Sleigh, baby, Sleigh: Orange and almond macaroons, pistachio cakes, and hot tea.
New Old Hollywood (mimosas, rose water, Madonna lily, African violets, cedarwood, rosewood, and musk)
Blackberry Incense (blackberries, a touch of ozone, Amber, frankincense, and a light musk)
Wisteria Lane (heavily flowering wisteria trees, intermingled with soft, almost indistinguishable rose petals, and spicy jasmine)