Campfire Tales 2010

In some places upon the Earth the veil between the worlds remains ever-thin, the atmosphere is restless, the energies of spiritual entities strong. These places do not welcome human intrusion and often mean misfortune for those who choose to dwell among those spirits who reside in this plane, those supernatural beings who seek to lurk along the edges of humankind, observing for their sinister purposes....

Come join us for some spooky stories around our campfire, and learn the tales of our latest potions... Spirit Bottle, Shen Tao, Marigold and Amaranth, Brother Brimstone, Prophetic Pie, Seven Tears, Elixer of Silver, S'more than a Feeling, Lure of the Siren, and Ghostbumps...ooooohhh....

********* Written by Luna 65 *********

In some places upon the Earth the veil between the worlds remains ever-thin, the atmosphere is restless, the energies of spiritual entities strong. These places do not welcome human intrusion and often mean misfortune for those who choose to dwell among those spirits who reside in this plane, those supernatural beings who seek to lurk along the edges of humankind, observing for their sinister purposes.

But the living, the humans, they are curious creatures and will always seek the strange to distract them from the mundane.

Into this metaphysically-charged realm they venture…and this is one such tale as can be told on a long summer night around a fire, keeping the darkness and dread at bay with the power of stories…for they are only stories, don't you know.

There's nothing out there…in the night. In the dark. Only shadows. Only shadows growing longer until the sun finally shows itself once more.

Deep in the Dorset mountain range, beyond the reach of even the smallest touches of civilization, lies the area called Raventine Falls. Emil and Jana Raventine were some of the earliest settlers in America, the foundations of their palatial home date back to the late 1600s. Befallen by a spell of grave misfortune the Raventine family attempted to endure and prosper, not realizing the land upon which their house stood was a veritable ground zero for supernatural energy.

For centuries the Raventines lingered on, but each generation came to an ignoble end until finally the house stood empty to human cohabitation.

A group of paranormal investigators, artists, and "spook trippers" have been drawn to Raventine Falls as reports of strange occurrences became part of local legend. They came in the summer, more conducive to an extended visit. They had all wandered the house in daylight, remarking upon how strangely well-preserved the building was, no sign of decay or rot or even vandalism. They felt a strange energy in the air, like electrostatic build-up or anticipation of some sort. There was a sense of presence in the mansion, as if people were watching them as they traversed the long hallways and wide rooms, taking photos, making notes, murmuring to one another in low voices.

As the sun dipped low behind the trees they all camped near to one another, a loose circle of tents around a crude sort of firepit which appeared to have been constructed years prior. The assemblage had heard or read stories of those foolish enough to attempt to sojourn in the house after dark and therefore kept a discreet distance.

Polite but stilted conversation was the order of the evening until one of the visitors, digging through the cooler he brought, produced two bags and a box.

"Hey, does anyone want s'mores?" he asked.

The consensus was a resounding yes.

Once sticks were gathered from the woods and a fire built well enough to blaze against the encroachment of night, they sat around the campfire and shared the stories from their own lives, their own personal mythologies.

A pale, dark-haired sylph of a girl who did not disclose her name went first.

I know much of this land, and the forest beyond. There is an orchard behind the house, that is where I went looking for sticks for us to toast our marshmallows with. And I saw it, the tree. There is a tree one must not touch, the wood nor the fruit. It is a tree older than time, and how it came to be here is unknown. But one of the Raventine girls, her name was Violet, she was always curious about this tree. A peach tree. There is a Chinese legend of the Shen Tao, the immortal peach. It is said the gods waited for six thousand years to taste these peaches, at a great banquet to renew their immortality. Their flavor and texture were prized above all. And so the girl played in the orchard every day and one day the tree spoke to her, in the whisper of the breeze. It told her she would live forever if she ate the peaches but that she must not share the secret with anyone. "This is only for you," the tree told her. But Violet loved her family and wanted to share the bounty. She gathered the peaches and gave them to the cook, asking for a peach pie. Though the cook thought the peaches to be a tad bitter, she made the pie as requested, and everyone ate a piece, praising the cook's skills and the excellent tree which bore the fruit. But in the years to come, Violet watched her loved ones succumb to the ravages of age, while she never changed. Her family never spoke of her strange affliction, but she was most saddened and concerned to see none of them spared. The time came when she was the only one left in the house, and she returned to the tree, which stood tall and proud and unchanged, weighed down with round ripe golden peaches.
"Why," she asked. "Why has everyone I love forsaken me?"
The wind stirred the leaves and it sounded like the faintest of laughter.
"Did you not listen when I told you, silly girl? This is only for you."
And so it is said the tree grants its gifts to a chosen few, and all others must live without the knowledge granted by immortality. But Violet was said to believe it was not such a welcome gift after all.

An older man who called himself Chase went next, looking into the fire.

One is reminded of trees, as they surround us here. I myself am thinking of a story about a tree from my youth, a tale of young love. Tragic, of course, but generally young love is. There is an age when curiosity and recklessness mingle to create what we know as the adolescent. And in that age we live and we learn so intensely, so fiercely, that there seems to be no other state than the crucible of desire, and of heartbreak. These two, they were so deeply in love, though their families despised one another…one rich, one poor, each thought the worst of the other. And their children would not be allowed to find love together. They met in secret, with each encounter deepening their affection, they could not imagine life without the other. They met as far from the town as they could walk, underneath an apple tree which grew upon the precipice of a cliff. Far below lay jagged outcroppings of granite, the risk of falling to one's death outweighed the temptation of the fruit. But these two, all they knew was temptation, desire, love. A hopeless sort of love, entangled in their own emotions as in a web. The girl was to be sent away to distant relatives, and the two despaired. In their usual place, which had witnessed their dilemma, they met once more, for fevered kisses and declarations of their fealty. The boy walked to the edge of the cliff and faced her, his eyes shining with happiness. "I will love you forever," he said, then took a step backwards. She screamed, rushing to follow, saw his beautiful body broken upon the rocks below, and had no choice but to follow, knowing there was no other life but to meet in death. When the families learned of the tragedy they sought to kill the tree, erase all references to that sad event, but the tree would not be felled nor poisoned. It continued to bear the green apples which were forever young, and underneath the tree grew marigold and amaranth, and other flowers, in tribute to their love, and all love which demands nothing less than eternal devotion.

A young woman named Grace took her turn, as we continue to toast marshmallows and construct s'mores.

Love…love is at the heart of all stories, I believe. I am reminded of one my grandmother told me, taking place on the wild shores of Scotland. A young girl in a fishing village had married one of the fisherman, he was prosperous and had a fine house, much nicer than most of the shacks, for he was a skilled fisherman. But he had no romance in his soul, he was ugly, coarse and brutish and took pleasure in making her cry. She had known naught but her own family and was so disheartened to discover what it meant to be a wife. Drudgery and disdain. Then the whispers reached her ears that the Wise Woman, who lived at the edge of the sea upon the high cliffs, might help ease her heartache. One day she ventured there with what little coin she could pilfer from her husband's pockets, and tempting food and drink, to barter for a solution. The Wise Woman received her, knowing immediately what she desired. "Ach there is pleasure for you to find, but do not wish for love. To know love is not always to enjoy it." But the girl, she was not wise in the ways of the world, and she begged to know the secret. "Like all great secrets, it is simple enough. When high tide comes upon the shore, go forth and shed seven tears into the sea. In time, he will come to you, and you will know he is your beloved." The girl did as she was told, then waited. One night, while her husband was at the tavern a knock sounded upon the door and she opened it to the most comely man she had ever seen, with a face and body finer than any statue, flowing locks dark as a raven's wing, and eyes round and shining. Once she looked into those eyes all thoughts of her husband fled, and the man took her upon their marriage bed, their passion flared brighter than the hottest of fires in the dark of night. He came to her for many nights, and she reveled in the arms of this beautiful stranger, ecstatic to finally taste the sweetness of love. But one night he did not come, and she ran to the shore, calling for him over the crash of the waves, letting the wind carry her voice where it may with its declarations of love. But she was not aware that others could hear her…those who might be angry to know she loved another. But still he did not come. She pined for him, visiting the shore often, crying her seven tears once more into the sea. She pondered the warning of the Wise Woman. Time passed, and though she tried to forget her beautiful stranger she could not. Her husband returned from fishing one day, this time with a load of seal pelts. As she helped him to clean and dry the skins she picked up a large dark pelt then suddenly dropped it with a cry of anguish. "What ails ye?" her husband asked. "Tis naught but a skin!"
But no…not merely a skin. The eyes of her lover stared from it, a reminder of how he had claimed her heart. She stared at her husband and he scowled…but was his expression slightly vengeful too?

A bearded man named Richard followed, chuckling to himself.

Ah…the strange creatures of the ocean. So powerful they are to call to us from the deepest fathoms. And so beautiful as to hold us in their thrall, as none can resist the lure of the siren. There is a story of one such siren who captivated the world itself with her beautiful song. She lived among the coral forest of a grand reef, and many ships ran aground due to its treacherous construction and her haunting voice. She had all the riches she could scavenge and so the pirates came to barter with her, stuffing their ears with rags so as not to fall victim to the same fate. She was curious and wished to know what lay beyond her reef and the depths of her ocean home. She gave the pirate captain a chest of gold to let her ride as the figurehead, swimming alongside as she might desire, as the ship sailed the seas, looking for plunder in every port of call. She found she might walk upon the land when she wished and sang to the sailors and the scoundrels in the taverns, where all mayhem would cease as soon as she opened her mouth. Grown men would cry to hear her perfect tone, crystal would shatter and the birds themselves would gather to harmonize. The pirate captain profited from her ambitions and the siren enchanted all she encountered. He allowed himself to hear her song only once…when they wed, and she sang of the love they would share always. She was his masthead as long as he lived, and even in death she sang him to sleep as she brought his bones to the place they first met, down in the watery depths of the coral forest from whence she came.

A woman with long dark hair and lovely face took her turn, she said her name was Roselyn.

Love is so desired, as we've heard, that most will pay any price to obtain it. I am from a long line of mystical women, our lineage traces all the way back to the enchanted forests of Romania itself. I was raised in the traditions of gypsy magic. When I was a young girl my schoolmates would ask me to make them charms and potions, sensing there was something different about me. And so all through my life, as I wandered the world, I used my abilities in the service of helping others attain their hearts' desire. A dear friend came to me, despairing that she would ever find her true love, and I vowed to create a fragrance so irresistible as to possess the power of Cupid's arrow itself. All of the time-honored recipes contained but only one ingredient to promote love and so it was my quest to combine them all. The search was long, and the blending difficult, as sometimes it worked much too well, but rather towards lust than love. After years of refinement my potion was finally ready, and I charged it upon the Summer Solstice, where its power was magnified and it seemed as though the rays of the sun itself poured into the bottle, setting the fragrance alight with glittering gold. Those who wore it found themselves sought after by the one they had been waiting for all their lives. Even I, the first day I wore it, met my own true love, colliding with him on a crowded street. And so the power of the Sunfire lives on, for those who believe their destiny is but a drop of perfume away.

A young man spoke up, pushing back his long blond hair with a shy smile, introducing himself as Jordy.

My mama, she was a mystical woman too…or at least that's what everyone in our town thought of her. They believed she was a powerful conjure woman and visited our farm often, to ask her advice and for special potions and the like. My mama was also known for her cooking, she won the Blue Ribbon at the fair every year for her pies. Her specialty was a rhubarb and persimmon pie, and although folks didn't believe they'd much like that type of pie, she always talked them into it because she was so respected. She invited them to sit a spell in the kitchen with a piece of pie and a glass of milk, to tell her their troubles. As they ate the pie all of their secrets came out with just a gentle prodding. My mama always knew what to say and they'd go off satisfied with her counsel. One day she went over to the next town to see my aunt who'd been sickly and a man came to the door, asking for my mama, said he had a great worry on his mind. I did what any neighbor would do, invited him in for a piece of pie. Well he ate two pieces and said I'd given him the best advice of his life, thanked me and went on his way. Two more people came and went and then there was no more rhubarb and persimmon pie. I gave the next visitor a slice of apple pie, and nothing was resolved. It was right perplexing, till I saw the recipe page in my mama's cookbook. Prophetic Pie, it was called, and contained the very ingredients of the pie she served to every visitor! When she returned I said, "Mama, you're going to have to make twice as many pies now, seems there's no end of people carrying trouble around." She looked surprised for a moment, then said, "Well I'll just teach you to make it too, won't I?" And so we served the cure for what ails ya…and it ain't a piece of cake!

The fire was dying, and those who went to gather more wood claimed they heard something out in the woods, movement among the trees, a high-pitched howling. The next speaker was a fair red-headed woman with luminous green eyes, introducing herself as Susannah.

It is said all woods contain the magic our civilization cannot bear to know. I lived on the edges of such a forest once, longing for the peace and serenity of a more natural way of life. I resided in a cottage at the end of a long road, far beyond the reaches of any town. It was not an easy life, as I foraged and hunted and worked hard to sustain myself. But the song of the birds greeting me every misty morning was a wondrous thing to hear. One such morning I was out searching for berries and mushrooms when I became aware that something – or someone – was following me, keeping to the trees at my back. But it wasn't until I reached the river that I saw him…and never had I seen such a tall dark and handsome man, much less in the woods. He seemed startled to see me, but I offered him what was in my basket and he kindly offered to bring me sustenance in return when I needed it. I asked him where he dwelled, but he would never say. Shortly before the full moon he came to see me, gave me a glass bottle with some kind of liquid within. "When the time comes, you must seal your doors and windows with a drop of this, the Elixir of Silver, for all the nights the moon is full." I asked him why, but again, he would not say. And when the full moon rose over the forest with its luminous beacon I heard a terrible howling all through the night, an anguished cry, and the man did not appear during the day which followed. My curiosity got the better of me, and the next night when the sun went down I ventured beyond the protection of the cottage, but something told me to bring the bottle. Walking along the path into the woods I again heard the howling, and then a large wolf was there, blocking my way. His fur was dark and his eyes…I recognized those eyes, and screamed. I ran, but the wolf was swift, and soon overcame me. As I lay on the ground beneath his terrifying weight I managed to fling the liquid which caused a cry of pain and the wolf ran off. I did not see the man again save once…I had decided I desired the comforts of civilization again, and was gathering my meager belongings for departure. I had gone to the river one last time and was startled to see his face reflected in the water above mine for a brief moment…and also to see the horrible scars which marred his beautiful skin. When I turned around, he was gone.

Kaylee, a younger girl, whose blonde hair glowed in the firelight, spoke next.

My sister and I grew up near the woods too. Our grandparents told us stories of the fairies which lived in the woods, but they were not nice fairies. They were beautiful, and many coveted them for their powers and also their delicate forms, the jeweled wings and colorful skin, but all were warned to leave them be. Those who tried to capture them would always regret their scheming. But a peddler came along one day and gave my sister and me a Spirit Bottle, saying it was a foolproof device to catch a fairy. As long as the fairy remained inside the bottle, no harm could come to the one who captured it. We fervently wished to have one of our own and so ran into the woods to the grassy hollow where it was said the fairies dwelled among the wildflowers and a ring of toadstools growing tall. We put a teacake into the bottle, as fairies love sweet things, and waited. It was a very long wait and we had fallen asleep when we heard what sounded like a bell ringing from inside the bottle. A very angry boy fairy was inside, pushing at the sides of the bottle and yelling at us. We had to listen hard to hear his wee voice, but he said he would grant us each three wishes if we let him go. My sister said she wanted one wish first and so he agreed, she asked for blonde hair like mine. He waved his tiny hand and poof! her hair turned golden like the sun…then it all fell out. We saw him writhing with laughter at the bottom of the bottle and decided such a spiteful creature could just stay in the contraption forever. Others have spread the legend of the creature over the years. I learned later he is probably a djinn, they are known for their mischievous magic. Hunters in the woods can hear him calling from the grassy hollow, begging for someone to set him free and be granted all their heart desires…but if they only knew what a terrible price must be paid! Fortunately it appears no one has ever been brave enough to find out.

The man who so kindly provided the s'mores had the final say.

Spiteful…now that sounds like a real spook to me. I've never heard of any who weren't nothing but mean. In the old west there's a story of man they called Brother Brimstone, because it was believed he was evil incarnate. He dressed all in black, they said, from the tip of his hat to the toes of his boots. His flinty features made him appear very arrogant and dismissive. My cousin Jed told me this man had rode into town and entered a poker game. It ended with everyone else dead, but he hadn't drawn a weapon. Because the coincidence seemed far more than mere happenstance, he was dragged off to the sheriff posthaste. But the jail couldn't hold him…within hours he had busted loose and the coyotes made such a racket on the edge of town as to provide the perfect cover for the escape. The townsfolk chased after him and managed to corner him in a canyon then brought him back to town, practically howling for vengeance. So they rigged up the gallows and wouldn't you know the rope broke? Three times. They made to shoot him where he stood and none could fire a true shot. This went on till the sheriff's men ran out of bullets. They guarded him, the entire detail, until dawn, wondering how they could rid themselves of this man who perhaps wasn't a man at all. One of them suggested they tie him to the back end of a wagon and let the horses go, dragging him through the desert. But he was only made dusty and dirty by the attempt. "What do you want of us, demon?" the sheriff demanded. "We ain't done nothin' to harm you 'cept punishing you for your crime!" "Justice is a matter of opinion," the man said, "and I haven't had mine yet." He demanded another of the townspeople come forth, and when the man did not, he dropped dead where he stood in the crowd. "And now that I have," the man continued, "I'll leave you to your petty dealings once more." He then vanished in a column of flame, as his witnesses shrieked and exclaimed to see such a terrible thing. They never knew the nature of the wrong the man was reaping vengeance for, but down through the generations the townspeople warned their children to always play fair 'lest Brother Brimstone return to set things right…because he was a very bad man.

The hour was late, the air had a chill, and though all shivered not only at the temperature but to contemplate the stories shared, and retired to their tents. The next day they decided to explore the house once more, and the orchard beyond, but they could not find the dark-haired girl who had begun their story sharing around the campfire the night before. What was meant to be an expedition turned into a search party, as they all wandered the house and the grounds, calling for her. Jordy and Kaylee found the tree she spoke of, the ground littered with ripe peaches, but recalling her tale did not allow the fruit to tempt them further. The others looked through every room in the house, and Roselyn roamed the great hall, lined with portraits of the Raventine clan, when she stopped before one and nearly dropped her flashlight. "Come here," she called to others, "come and see!" They all gathered before the portrait, murmuring with surprise. For upon the canvas was the pale pretty face, wide eyes and shining dark hair of Violet Raventine.

"But she's supposed to be immortal," Richard commented, "and yet the inscription states she died in 1823."

"Maybe the family just pretended she passed on, to avoid the suspicions of others," Grace theorized.

"Or maybe immortality isn't what we think it is," said the man who told the tale of Brother Brimstone. With this, the room turned dark and a column of flame sprung up among them, to the sounds of screaming surprise. The others ran from the room, the sound of mocking laughter chasing after them, till they arrived safely outside.

"Dear lord, is everyone all right?" Chase asked, as he beat his hands upon his clothing, in case a stray ember had alighted upon him.

"I have goosebumps!" Susannah exclaimed, and a voice, whisper-soft, sounded in her ear.

"Ghostbumps," it said, with a giggle.

The laughter continued long after the people had packed up and driven away as fast as they could.

Brother Brimstone

A fun, sexy and ferocious interpretation of the old west bad guy, comprised of Hay, Firewood, Dirt, Kentucky Bourbon, Sage Brush, Leather, Mexican Spice, and smoky resins.

Try paired with our Wanted Man pheromone formula!

Magickal Meanings of Ingredients:

BOURBON - FERMENTED ALCOHOLS: WINE, BEER, HARD LIQUOR, ETC ~ Intoxicant, used as an offering or appeasement for Gods, used in love spells, and celebratory spells.
HAY ~ Friendliness, fruitfulness.
EARTH ~ Grounding, centering, protection, renewal, reincarnation, life.
SMOKEY WOODS ~ Confidence inducing, balancing, grounding, energizing, money, healing, protection, purification.
SAGE ~ Healing, prosperity, cleansing. Wisdom, longevity, protection, wishes granted.
MEXICAN SPICES ~ Lust, love, fortifying, exciting.
RESINS ~ Soothes and uplifts; sensual, sexually stimulating, lust, fertility, money, purification.
LEATHER ~ Animal totem magic.

Elixir of Silver

A peaceful, soothing protection potion, enhanced with our Tranquility pheromone blend. A blend of Ethiopian and Arabian Myrrhs, Redwood, Oakmoss, Cane Sugar, Cinnamon, Woods and Nubian Musk. A potion to soothe the savage beast in us all.

We've added swirling flakes of sterling silver of edible quality to this potion. Silver is feminine in energy and intimately tied to the Moon and all her deities. Silver represents protection (especially over women), love, the psychic mind and healing.

Magickal Meanings of Ingredients:

MYRRH ~ Soothing, powerful guard against evil.
REDWOOD ~ Protection, love, success, power.
OAK MOSS ~ Luck enhancing, financial success, protection, charity. Parental love.
CANE SUGAR ~ Attracts love, luck, sweetness and riches. Lust inducing.
CINNAMON ~ Male sexual stimulation, passion, lust, healing, protection, energy, creativity, psychic powers.
NUBIAN MUSK ~ Self confidence and strength, sexual attractant, heightens passions and arousal.
OAK ~ Endurance, triumph, strength, power, prosperity, and heroism.
STERLING SILVER - We've added swirling flakes of sterling silver of edible quality to this potion. Silver is feminine in energy and intimately tied to the Moon and all her deities. Silver represents protection (especially over women), love, the psychic mind and healing.

Ghostbumps

Ethereal, elegant, mysterious, opulent and a touch "antique" smelling, featuring a soft blending of African Rosewood, Egyptian Musk, White Peach, Parma Violet, Jasmine blossoms, Vanilla, White Cedar, Amber and a drop of Lemon.

Magickal Meanings of Ingredients:

ROSEWOOD ~ Love, spreads an exotic aura, mystery, darkness. Enhances psychic powers, healing, divination, luck, protection.
LEMON ~ Energizing, uplifting. Longevity, faithfulness, fidelity, friendship. Used to attract spirits.
EGYPTIAN MUSK ~ Self confidence and strength, sexual attractant, heightens passions and arousal.
WHITE PEACH ~ Love. Promotes fertility, happiness, and abundance. A symbol of marriage. Longevity, wishes granted.
PARMA VIOLET ~ Love, faithfulness, modesty; calming, balancing, healing, protection, draws luck & fortune, lust.
JASMINE BLOSSOM ~ Self confidence, anxiety reduction, prosperity; powerful love attractant, spiritual love.
VANILLA ~ Aphrodisiac, inspires happiness, playfulness, sexual arousal, lust, vitalizing.
WHITE CEDAR ~ Confidence inducing, balancing, grounding, energizing, money, healing, protection, purification.
AMBER ~ Fertility, love, luck, riches.

Lure of the Siren

The power of the Siren is in her song, and she shares her gift with you through this potion, Solarized (using the techniques of color therapy) in hues of orange and it's partner blue, further enhanced by the presence of tiny crystals of blue Sodalite and orange Carnelian. A sheer, airy Ginger/Orange scent, refreshing and smooth, designed to bring out your voice, and let it soar.

Magickal Meanings of Ingredients:

ORANGE EO & TANGERINE ~ Strong 'magnet' to attract men; eternal love, marriage, fruitfulness, thoughtfulness, happiness, tribute.
BLUE CHAMOMILE EO ~ Prosperity, calming & soothing. Love, peace, meditation.
GINGER EO ~ Fiery and fortifying, induces passion. Intensifies love spells and success spells. Love, money, success, power. Ginger increases sensitivity in the erogenous zones.
PEACH ~ Love. Promotes fertility, happiness, and abundance. A symbol of marriage. Longevity, wishes granted.
AMBER ~ Fertility, love, luck, riches.
CARNELIAN (stone) ~ Excellent for singers and public speakers. Encourages courage and confidence, and minimizes stage fright. Stimulates sexual impulses and passion.
SODALITE (stone) ~ Throat Chakra. Balances health and energy in the area of the throat and thyroid. Also for peace and tranquility, and the easing of stress.

Marigold & Amaranth

An ode to immortal love comprised of sweet green apples, daisy petals (he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me...), marigold and amaranth - for healing of grief and broken hearts; May Lily, orange blossom and orange blossom honey - for eternal love and marriage; sugar - for sweetness, love and wishes come true, and earth for renewal, reincarnation and life.

Magickal Meanings of Ingredients:

MARIGOLD ~ Strengthening & comforting, prophetic dreams, divination, protection. A traditional gift for the expelling of grief, and for their gift of yearly rebirth.
AMARANTH ~ Speeds healing, mends broken hearts, wisdom, protection, aids recovery from grief, represents immortality.
GREEN APPLE ~ Immortality, love, healing, fertility, good luck , happiness, fortelling spells.
APPLE BLOSSOM ~ Peace of mind, contentment, success, happiness, love attracting.
MAY LILY ~ Purity, modesty. Wards away evil, protects, breaks hexes. A blessing for departed souls.
ORANGE & BLOSSOMS ~ Strong 'magnet' to attract men; eternal love, marriage, fruitfulness, thoughtfulness, happiness, tribute.
HONEY and SUGAR ~ for sweetness, love, and wishes come true.
DAISY ~ Gentleness, innocence, loyalty and romance. Love, reunion, luck.
EARTH ~ Grounding, centering, protection, renewal, reincarnation, life.

Prophetic Pie

A delicious smelling concoction, designed to assist you in overcoming whatever ails ye...maybe before you even know what it is yourself. Ingredients to attract helpful spirits, build courage and confidence, attract love and prosperity, encourage physical well-being, and soothing of emotional burdens.

note: contains a small amount of lemon and spices.

Magickal Meanings of Ingredients:

RHUBARB ~ Protection, fidelity, willpower.
PERSIMMON ~ Sex, sexual identity, healing, good fortune.
LEMON BLOSSOM ~ Energizing, uplifting. Longevity, faithfulness, fidelity, friendship. Used to attract spirits.
GINGER ~ Fiery and fortifying, induces passion. Intensifies love spells and success spells. Love, money, success, power. Ginger increases sensitivity in the erogenous zones.
PECAN ~ Money, employment.
BUTTER ~ Nurturing, soothing, eases troubled relationships. Goddess energy.
BROWN SUGAR ~ Attracts love, luck, sweetness and riches. Lust inducing.
VANILLA ~ Aphrodisiac, inspires happiness, playfulness, sexual arousal, lust, vitalizing.

S'more Than a Feeling

The sweet scent of marshmallows toasted over a campfire, paired with graham crackers and just a hint of melting chocolate.

Magickal Meanings of Ingredients:

MARSHMALLOW ~ Fertility, happiness, creativity, increase in psychic awareness, intuition, love, protection, exorcism. Gently commanding and persuading.
VANILLA ~ Aphrodisiac, inspires happiness, playfulness, sexual arousal, lust, vitalizing.
CHOCOLATE ~ Lightens emotions, evokes feelings of love.
BROWN SUGAR ~ Attracts love, luck, sweetness and riches. Lust inducing.
CINNAMON ~ Male sexual stimulation, passion, lust, healing, protection, energy, creativity, psychic powers.
NUTMEG ~ Strengthens clairvoyance, luck, money, health, fidelity.
HONEY ~ Enticing, seductive; use to bewitch a straying or hesitant lover. Happiness, fulfillment.
TOASTED GRAHAM FLOUR ~ Friendliness, fruitfulness.
WOOD SMOKE ~ Smoke is for cleansing, purification, renewal, consecration, concealment and celebration.

Seven Tears

A scent evocative of the cold northern seas, from whence the Selkies come. Sea air aquatics, driftwood and sand; strewn with Scottish flora of thyme, heather and daffodil; peppermint - to enhance the sense of cold water, and woody notes of Amyris, Scots Pine and Norwegian Spruce. This scent is equally appropriate for both women and men.

Magickal Meanings of Ingredients:

THYME ~ Protection from negativity, rejuvenating. Health, healing, sleep, psychic power enhancement, love, purification, courage.
HEATHER ~ Admiration and beauty; protection, especially over women and virtue. Peace, beginnings, elemental magic, wishes granted.
DAFFODIL ~ Regard, sympathy and affection returned, true eternal love, fertility, luck.
PEPPERMINT ~ Stimulates, restores and uplifts. Cleansing, purification, relaxation, sleep, healing, psychic amplifier.
TEA ~ Invigorating, refreshing, mentally and physically uplifting, lust. Riches, courage, strength.
WATER (aquatic notes really) ~ Cleansing, purifying. Fertility, Goddess energy, fluid of life. Renewal.
SALT ~ protection, purification, grounding, feminine energy. Resurrection, baptism.
PINE (Nuts, Cones, Needles) ~ Fertility, purification, strength, rejuvenation, calming and soothing, healing, protection, money, long life.
SPRUCE ~ Protection against enemies.
CUCUMBER ~ Healing, fertility, invigorating.
AMYRIS ~ Love, exotic, sensual atmospheric; aphrodisiac. Healing, spirituality, exorcism.

Shen Tao

Sweet enough for the gods themselves...a delicious peaches-and-cream blend made warm with floriental accents, abundantly powerful...just as the immortal peach granted longevity and good fortune to all who tasted it,

Magickal Meanings of Ingredients:

PEACHES & PEACH BOSSOM ~ Love. Promotes fertility, happiness, and abundance. A symbol of marriage. Longevity, wishes granted.
VANILLA ~ Aphrodisiac, inspires happiness, playfulness, sexual arousal, lust, vitalizing.
BUTTER/CREAM ~ Nurturing, soothing, eases troubled relationships. Goddess energy.
BERGAMOT ~ Relaxant, confidence builder. Uplifts emotions, protection, attracts riches.
DEWBERRY ~ Healing, money attraction, protection.
JASMINE ~ Self confidence, anxiety reduction, prosperity; powerful love attractant, spiritual love.
HYACINTH ~ Attracts love and luck; protection, playfulness, joy, relieves grief, eases childbirth. Dependability, constancy, friendship.
SANDALWOOD ~ Love, exotic, sensual atmospheric; aphrodisiac. Healing, spirituality, exorcism.
PINK, WHITE & MUSCOVADO SUGAR ~ Attracts love, luck, sweetness and riches. Lust inducing.

Spirit Bottle

A potion of courage and confidence, power and command - all the elements required to manage your pesky Djinn. Based upon the Hoodoo "Bend Over" potion; potent EOs and oils of Calamus Root, Katrifay, Vetiver, Anise, Frankincense and Honeysuckle are added to lush Indian and Arabian Attars and Musks, Saffron and Dahnul Oud.

Magickal Meanings of Ingredients:

CALAMUS ROOT EO ~ Power and control.
KATRIFAY EO ~ Fortifying, for aiding and restoring of physical strength.
BERGAMOT EO ~ Relaxant, confidence builder. Uplifts emotions, protection, attracts riches.
FRANKINCENSE ~ Spirituality and power, purification, consecration, protection, exorcism
HONEYSUCKLE ~ Bonds of love, generosity; attracts money, prosperity, clairvoyance, healing, creativity, protection.
RUH ZAFRAN (SAFFRON) ~ Love, beauty, happiness, lust. Purification, healing, clairvoyance.
ANISE ~ Clairvoyance, protection, luck, cleansing, purification.
VETIVER ~ Enhances perception of beauty. Love, sensuality, money, luck, hex-breaking.
DAHNUL OUD (AGARWOOD) ~ Love, aphrodisiac, spirituality, health.
Expels negative energies, brings alertness, relieves anxiety, invokes a sense of strength and peace and enhances cerebral functioning. Agarwood is highly psychoactive. It is used for a spiritual journey, enlightenment & clarity.
INDIAN BLACK AMBER ~ Fertility, love, luck, riches.
ARABIAN BLACK MUSK ~ Self confidence and strength, sexual attractant, heightens passions and arousal.