Rappaccini's Garden

Ascending to his chamber, he seated himself near the window, but within the shadow thrown by the depth of the wall, so that he could look down into the garden with little risk of being discovered. All beneath his eye was a solitude. The strange plants were basking in the sunshine, and now and then nodding gently to one another, as if in acknowledgment of sympathy and kindred.

$17.50 per 5ml bottle. Presented in an amber apothecary vial.

  • Baneberry


    3.67 out of 5

    A poisonous fruit-bearing member of the buttercup family. The scent, like the plant, is dark green, herbal, and plump with bulging black fruit.

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  • Belladonna


    4.75 out of 5

    The devil’s herb, which he cultivates with skill and pleasure. According to lore, the spirit of this plant may take the form of a breathtaking, achingly beautiful woman, deadly to behold. This scent is a tribute to such a dark and magnificent plant: a rich green and floral blend, earthy and haunting.

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  • Black Hellebore

    Black Hellebore

    Also called Melampode. In witchcraft legend, this is one of the components of the notorious flying ointment, and is used in rituals that summon the Devil. In Greek mythology, Melampus of Pylos used hellebore to save the daughters of the king of Argos from a Dionysian Maenad-like madness. In Christian myth, hellebore was born from the tears a little girl shed onto the snow because she had no gift to give to the Christ child. In low magick, it has been used by farmers to protect their livestock from the evil eye. Court magicians have used it in martial invisibility spells, enabling spies and assassins to infiltrate enemy camps. Hellebore resembles the wild rose, but does not belong to their family. The scent is a pale green herbal, darkly rooty, with a faint rose and peony-like overtone.

    Borage and hellebore fill two scenes,
    Sovereign plants to purge the veins
    Of melancholy, and cheer the heart
    Of those black fumes which make it smart.

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  • Black Lily

    Black Lily

    4 out of 5

    Breathtaking darkness, a vision of grace in shadow.

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  • Black Lotus

    Black Lotus

    4 out of 5

    Born in the shadows of a Temple to Set, this corrupted Egyptian scent evokes images of black pyramids, river demons, and bleak, deadly desert sands. Black lotus flower, amber, myrrh and sandalwood.

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  • Black Rose

    Black Rose

    3.83 out of 5

    Exquisitely melancholy. The background scent to an ancient exequies. Heavy, dark and floral: a blend of roses, with a touch of amber and musk.

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  • Blood Lotus

    Blood Lotus

    5 out of 5

    Lush, velvet-red blooms born from the blood shed in the eternal battle between Set and Horus the Avenger.

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  • Blood Rose

    Blood Rose

    4.5 out of 5

    Sensual, robust, and silken: voluptuous red rose bursting with lascivious red wine and sultry dragon’s blood resin.

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  • Bohun Upas

    Bohun Upas

    3.67 out of 5

    The Tree of Poisons. Every aspect of this tree is toxic, from the narcotic, lethal fumes that it emits, to its oozing, poisonous sap.

    A deceptively tranquil scent: heady fruits, dry bark, and deep green leaves, enveloped by a dark and sinister murk.

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  • Cobra Lily

    Cobra Lily

    3.5 out of 5

    Sharp, heady and viciously carnivorous.

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  • Death Cap

    Death Cap

    4.86 out of 5

    A lethal poison bundled up in a dainty, innocent little package that was oft times found in ancient witches’ flying ointments and astral projection balms. A warm, soft, ruddy scent, earthy and mild.

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  • Destroying Angel

    Destroying Angel

    3.25 out of 5

    One of the deadliest mushrooms to ever pop through Gaia’s soil. Papery white notes evoke the grace of this fungi, grounded by thin, crisp soil.

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  • Hemlock


    5 out of 5

    This infamous herb has a long, complex history: it has been used in spells of death and destruction, was a principal component in traditional witches’ flying ointments, and was the poison used to put the philosopher Socrates to death. We have created a dark, profound herbal blend to personify and honor this wicked little plant.

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  • Love In Idleness


    4 out of 5

    Yet mark’d I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
    It fell upon a little western flower,
    Before, milk-white, now purple with love’s wound,
    And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

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  • Opium Poppy

    Opium Poppy

    2 out of 5

    Opium teaches only one thing, which is that aside from physical suffering, there is nothing real. A bitter, soft, fragile flower.

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  • Squirting Cucumber

    Squirting Cucumber

    4 out of 5

    Yikes! A spurt of wet, grassy greenness.

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  • Strangler Fig

    Strangler Fig

    4 out of 5

    A glorious parasite! Once the seeds of the Strangler Fig find root in the bark of a tree, snakelike roots erupt and reach graspingly at the sky. The Strangler Fig then sprouts numerous epiphytic vines that strangles and surrounds its unwilling host, and finally snuffs the life from it. Rooty, woody, with deep green tones.

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  • The Apple of Sodom

    The Apple of Sodom

    …Their vine is of the vine of Sodom, and of the fields of Gomorrah:
    their grapes are grapes of gall, their clusters are bitter.

    The tree’s bark is grey and cork-like, and the fruit,
    when ripe, is bright yellow, comely and sweet-scented.

    After their success in tempting Adam and Eve to the knowledge of sin, Satan and his cronies celebrated by partaking of the Apple:

    There stood
    A Grove hard by, sprung up with this thir change,
    His will who reigns above, to aggravate
    Thir penance, laden with Fruit like that
    Which grew in Paradise, the bait of Eve
    Us’d by the Tempter: on that prospect strange
    Thir earnest eyes they fix’d, imagining
    For one forbidden Tree a multitude
    Now ris’n, to work them furder woe or shame;
    Yet parcht with scalding thurst and hunger fierce,
    Though to delude them sent, could not abstain,
    But on they rould in heaps, and up the Trees
    Climbing, sat thicker then the snakie locks
    That curld Megæra: greedily they pluck’d
    The Frutage fair to sight, like that which grew
    Neer that bituminous Lake where Sodom flam’d;
    This more delusive, not the touch, but taste
    Deceav’d; they fondly thinking to allay
    Thir appetite with gust, instead of Fruit
    Chewd bitter Ashes, which th’ offended taste
    With spattering noise rejected: oft they assayd,
    Hunger and thirst constraining, drugd as oft,
    With hatefullest disrelish writh’d thir jaws
    With soot and cinders fill’d; so oft they fell
    Into the same illusion, not as Man
    Whom they triumph’d once lapst. Thus were they plagu’d
    And worn with Famin, long and ceasless hiss,
    Till thir lost shape, permitted, they resum’d,
    Yearly enjoynd, some say, to undergo
    This annual humbling certain number’d days,
    To dash thir pride, and joy for Man seduc’t.

    Native to the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah, this fruit turns to ashes when plucked as a sign of God’s displeasure.

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  • Lotus Tree

    The Lotus Tree

    3 out of 5

    Thence the winds bore me, blowing fierce and fell,
    Across the fish-abounding ocean swell
    A nine-days’ space: and on the tenth we reached
    The land where the Lotus-eaters dwell,

    Who fed on flowery food: there landed we
    And drew us water, and by the sea
    By the swift ships taking our midday meal
    We drank and ate bread in sufficiency.

    Then of my crew I sent to bring me word,
    Exploring inland, what they saw or heard
    Of dwellers on the acres, choosing out
    Twain, and as a herald with them for the third.

    And straightway going forth, anigh they drew
    The Lotus-eaters; who against our crew
    Devised not hurt, but gave them of the fruit
    To taste upon the lotus-trees that grew.

    But whoso of them once began to eat
    The lotus-fruit, that is as honey sweet,
    Had no will longer in him to return
    Or bring back tidings, but desired to fleet

    His days among the lotus-eating men,
    Eating the lotus, nor return again.
    Howbeit I drove them weeping to the ships,
    And to the ships’ hold haled and bound them then

    Under the benches: but I bade anon
    My fellows to the swift ships get them gone
    In haste, that none might of the lotus-fruit
    Eat, and forget the way he went upon.

    Honey-sweet and soporific.

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  • The Zieba Tree

    The Zieba Tree

    3.5 out of 5

    A massive tree that held, in its lowest boughs, a nest of bare-breasted men and women. The souls sprawled within the Zieba Tree’s branches were trapped in reverie, lost for all eternity in their fantasies.

    A dreamlike, listless scent, misty and hazed, with wisps of white sandalwood, eddying musks the colors of eventide, shimmering pale resins, davana, lemon blossom, orange blossom, and white peach.

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  • Voodoo Lily

    Voodoo Lily

    3.33 out of 5

    Amorphallus, indeed. A breathtakingly exotic, wild, and grossly erotic spicy gold, purple-black, and burgundy lily.

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Rappaccini's Garden - Rappaccini’s Apiary

Within the vast gardens of Rappaccini’s estate lies a peculiar apiary, populated with bees of questionable tastes. Inspired by the Maenomenon of Pontus, Xenophon’s Retreat of the Ten Thou-sand, tales of St. Olga, and the exploits of the Heptakometes, Dr. Rappaccini slowly adjusted the pheromone emissions of his colonies, thus modifying their behaviors. His bees developed a predilection for unsavory nectars, and Dr. Rappaccini’s experiment came to fruition.