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Sidhe Creations Etsy store has had an update :D
The perfumes I had originally hoped to have up by Halloween have finally made onto the site along with a few Yule oils :)
Etsy
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∙∙••SLEEPY HOLLOW••∙∙
From the listless repose of the place, and the peculiar
character of its inhabitants, who are descendants from the
original Dutch settlers, this sequestered glen has long been
known by the name of SLEEPY HOLLOW, and its rustic
lads are called the Sleepy Hollow Boys throughout all the
neighboring country. A drowsy, dreamy influence seems
to hang over the land, and to pervade the very atmosphere.
Some say that the place was bewitched by a High German
doctor, during the early days of the settlement; others, that
an old Indian chief, the prophet or wizard of his tribe, held
his powwows there before the country was discovered by
Master Hendrick Hudson. Certain it is, the place still continues
under the sway of some witching power, that holds
a spell over the minds of the good people, causing them to
walk in a continual reverie. They are given to all kinds of
marvelous beliefs; are subject to trances and visions, and
frequently see strange sights, and hear music and voices in
the air. The whole neighborhood abounds with local tales,
haunted spots, and twilight superstitions; stars shoot and meteors glare oftener across the valley than in any other part
of the country, and the nightmare, with her whole ninefold,
seems to make it the favorite scene of her gambols.
Sweet orange, wild rose and lavender, dogwood blossom, oakmoss, cedarwood and delicious vanilla bean.
∙∙••THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN••∙∙
The dominant spirit, however, that haunts this enchanted
region, and seems to be commander-in-chief of all the
powers of the air, is the apparition of a figure on horseback,
without a head. It is said by some to be the ghost of
a Hessian trooper, whose head had been carried away by
a cannon-ball, in some nameless battle during the Revolutionary
War, and who is ever and anon seen by the country
folk hurrying along in the gloom of night, as if on the wings
of the wind. His haunts are not confined to the valley, but
extend at times to the adjacent roads, and especially to the
vicinity of a church at no great distance. Indeed, certain
of the most authentic historians of those parts, who have
been careful in collecting and collating the floating facts
concerning this spectre, allege that the body of the trooper
having been buried in the churchyard, the ghost rides forth
to the scene of battle in nightly quest of his head, and that
the rushing speed with which he sometimes passes along
the Hollow, like a midnight blast, is owing to his being belated,
and in a hurry to get back to the churchyard before
daybreak.
Such is the general purport of this legendary superstition,
which has furnished materials for many a wild story in
that region of shadows; and the spectre is known at all the
country firesides, by the name of the Headless Horseman of
Sleepy Hollow.
Old leather, campfire smoke, pipe tobacco, dark vetiver and a hint of orange and sweet pumpkin flesh.
∙∙••ICHABOD CRANE••∙∙
In this by-place of nature there abode, in a remote period
of American history, that is to say, some thirty years
since, a worthy wight of the name of Ichabod Crane, who
sojourned, or, as he expressed it, ‘tarried,’ in Sleepy Hollow,
for the purpose of instructing the children of the vicinity.
He was a native of Connecticut, a State which supplies the
Union with pioneers for the mind as well as for the forest,
and sends forth yearly its legions of frontier woodmen and country schoolmasters. The cognomen of Crane was not inapplicable
to his person. He was tall, but exceedingly lank,
with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled
a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for
shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together.
His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large
green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked
like a weather-cock perched upon his spindle neck to tell
which way the wind blew. To see him striding along the profile
of a hill on a windy day, with his clothes bagging and
fluttering about him, one might have mistaken him for the
genius of famine descending upon the earth, or some scarecrow
eloped from a cornfield.
Patchouli, copal resin, sandalwood, dark chocolate and black tea served with fresh cream and sugar.
∙∙••KATRINA VAN TASSEL••∙∙
Among the musical disciples who assembled, one evening
in each week, to receive his instructions in psalmody,
was Katrina Van Tassel, the daughter and only child of a
substantial Dutch farmer. She was a booming lass of fresh
eighteen; plump as a partridge; ripe and melting and rosycheeked
as one of her father’s peaches, and universally
famed, not merely for her beauty, but her vast expectations. She was withal a little of a coquette, as might be perceived
even in her dress, which was a mixture of ancient and
modern fashions, as most suited to set of her charms. She
wore the ornaments of pure yellow gold, which her greatgreat-
grandmother had brought over from Saar dam; the
tempting stomacher of the olden time, and withal a provokingly
short petticoat, to display the prettiest foot and ankle
in the country round.
Freshy cut roses with sweet honey, peaches and vanilla and just a hint of soft red musk and white amber.
∙∙••BALTUS VAN TASSEL••∙∙
Old Baltus Van Tassel
was a perfect picture of a thriving, contented, liberal-hearted
farmer. He seldom, it is true, sent either his eyes or his
thoughts beyond the boundaries of his own farm; but within
those everything was snug, happy and well-conditioned.
He was satisfied with his wealth, but not proud of it; and
piqued himself upon the hearty abundance, rather than the
style in which he lived.
Cardamom, coconut, fig, nutmeg, tangerine and dragons blood resin.
∙∙••BROM BONES••∙∙
....a burly, roaring,
roystering blade, of the name of Abraham, or, according to
the Dutch abbreviation, Brom Van Brunt, the hero of the
country round which rang with his feats of strength and
hardihood. He was broad-shouldered and double-jointed,
with short curly black hair, and a bluff but not unpleasant
countenance, having a mingled air of fun and arrogance
From his Herculean frame and great powers of limb he had
received the nickname of BROM BONES, by which he was
universally known.
Oakmoss, blackberries, black coconut, tuberose and dark, sweet muscovado sugar.
∙∙••DUTCH COUNTRY TEA-TABLE••∙∙
Fain would I pause to dwell upon the world of charms
that burst upon the enraptured gaze of my hero, as he entered
the state parlor of Van Tassel’s mansion. Not those of
the bevy of buxom lasses, with their luxurious display of
red and white; but the ample charms of a genuine Dutch
country tea-table, in the sumptuous time of autumn. Such
heaped up platters of cakes of various and almost indescribable
kinds, known only to experienced Dutch housewives!
There was the doughty doughnut, the tender olykoek, and
the crisp and crumbling cruller; sweet cakes and short
cakes, ginger cakes and honey cakes, and the whole family
of cakes. And then there were apple pies, and peach pies,
and pumpkin pies; besides slices of ham and smoked beef;
and moreover delectable dishes of preserved plums, and
peaches, and pears, and quinces; not to mention broiled
shad and roasted chickens; together with bowls of milk and
cream, all mingled higgledy- pigglely, pretty much as I have
enumerated them, with the motherly teapot sending up its
clouds of vapor from the midst- Heaven bless the mark!
Jelly doughnuts, ginger and honey cakes, apple pie, peach pie, plum pudding, pumpkin muffins, sugar cookies and tea with sugar and cream.
∙∙••THE WOMAN IN WHITE••∙∙
The immediate cause, however, of the prevalence of supernatural
stories in these parts, was doubtless owing to the
vicinity of Sleepy Hollow. There was a contagion in the very
air that blew from that haunted region; it breathed forth
an atmosphere of dreams and fancies infecting all the land.
Several of the Sleepy Hollow people were present at Van
Tassel’s, and, as usual, were doling out their wild and wonderful
legends. Many dismal tales were told about funeral
trains, and mourning cries and wailings heard and seen
about the great tree where the unfortunate Major Andre was
taken, and which stood in the neighborhood. Some mention
was made also of the woman in white, that haunted the
dark glen at Raven Rock, and was often heard to shriek on
winter nights before a storm, having perished there in the
snow.
Wild mint, bergamot, fresh juicy pear, pomegranate, gardenia and heliotrope.
YULE OILS
∙∙••MRS. CLAWS••∙∙
With all these elves, reindeer and pesky kids wanting presents… Mrs. Claws needs to fight for Mr. Claws’ attention! Her most recent attempt is this new perfume… Sweet vanilla blended with rose, jasmine, musk, gardenia with a hint of sandalwood and juicy strawberry
∙∙••MR. CLAWS••∙∙
I’m trying to erase the memories of the pee riddled Santa’s I was forced to have my photo taken with all those years ago! The is what he should smell like : Spicy orange and ginger, patchouli, amber, cedarwood and musk sweetened with warm vanilla
Purchase Mr & Mrs Claws together and recieve a free mini vial of Baby Claws : Fresh baked cheesecake with a choc chip cookie base topped with toasted marshmallow and whipped cream all drizzled with warm runny honey :)
∙∙••ELF FOOD••∙∙
Santa needs to keep his Elves fattened up… or they will freeze!
They live on a diet consisting of gingerbread, coconut crusted sugar cookies and Christmas pudding with custard all washed down with warm eggnog!
∙∙••YULE LOG••∙∙
"May the log burn"
"May the wheel turn"
"May evil spurn"
"May the Sun return"
A Chocolate Yule Log or 'bûche de Noël' is now a popular Christmas desert or pudding. It's traditionally eaten in France and Belgium, where they are known as 'Kerststronk' in Flemish.
They are made of a chocolate sponge roll layered with cream. The outside is covered with chocolate or chocolate icing and decorated to look like a bark-covered log. Some people like to add extra decorations such as marzipan mushrooms!
Milk chocolate, dark chocolate, vanilla bean, sugared cream and a sprinkling of shaved white chocolate.
∙∙••LORD OF MISRULE••∙∙
The Lord of Misrule, known in Scotland as the Abbot of Unreason and in France as the Prince des Sots, was an officer appointed by lot at Christmas to preside over the Feast of Fools. The Lord of Misrule was generally a peasant or sub-deacon appointed to be in charge of Christmas revelries, which often included drunkenness and wild partying, in the pagan tradition of Saturnalia.
Sandalwood, cedarwood, lime, lavender, dragons blood, dark amber and clove.
∙∙••KALLIKANTZAROI••∙∙
Kallikantzaroi is a malevolent goblin in Greek folk tradition. They dwell underground but come to the surface during the twelve days of Christmas, from 25 December to 6 January (from the winter solstice for a fortnight during which time the sun ceases its seasonal movement).
Sandalwood, red musk, angelica, vetiver, lavender, tuberose and a hint of cherry
∙∙••CROOKED CANE••∙∙
Just a little twist on the good ol' candy cane!
Sugared peppermint, vanilla bean and sweet raspberry all coated in gooey marshmallow
∙∙••WASSAIL••∙∙
Wassail is a hot, spiced punch often associated with Yuletide. Historically, the drink was a mulled ale made with sugar, cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg and topped with slices of toast.
Apple, muscovado sugar, honey, lemon, sweet orange, clove, allspice, nutmeg, cinnamon, fresh ginger and lightly toasted bread
∙∙••KRAMPUS••∙∙
Krampus is a mythical creature. In various regions of the world - especially Austria and Hungary - it is believed that Krampus accompanies St. Nicholas during the Christmas season, warning and punishing bad children, in contrast to St. Nicholas, who gives gifts to good children.
Smoky pipe tobacco, copal resin, vanilla extract, cedarwood and a hint of leather
xox
Ruth
The perfumes I had originally hoped to have up by Halloween have finally made onto the site along with a few Yule oils :)
Etsy
sidhecreations
∙∙••SLEEPY HOLLOW••∙∙
From the listless repose of the place, and the peculiar
character of its inhabitants, who are descendants from the
original Dutch settlers, this sequestered glen has long been
known by the name of SLEEPY HOLLOW, and its rustic
lads are called the Sleepy Hollow Boys throughout all the
neighboring country. A drowsy, dreamy influence seems
to hang over the land, and to pervade the very atmosphere.
Some say that the place was bewitched by a High German
doctor, during the early days of the settlement; others, that
an old Indian chief, the prophet or wizard of his tribe, held
his powwows there before the country was discovered by
Master Hendrick Hudson. Certain it is, the place still continues
under the sway of some witching power, that holds
a spell over the minds of the good people, causing them to
walk in a continual reverie. They are given to all kinds of
marvelous beliefs; are subject to trances and visions, and
frequently see strange sights, and hear music and voices in
the air. The whole neighborhood abounds with local tales,
haunted spots, and twilight superstitions; stars shoot and meteors glare oftener across the valley than in any other part
of the country, and the nightmare, with her whole ninefold,
seems to make it the favorite scene of her gambols.
Sweet orange, wild rose and lavender, dogwood blossom, oakmoss, cedarwood and delicious vanilla bean.
∙∙••THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN••∙∙
The dominant spirit, however, that haunts this enchanted
region, and seems to be commander-in-chief of all the
powers of the air, is the apparition of a figure on horseback,
without a head. It is said by some to be the ghost of
a Hessian trooper, whose head had been carried away by
a cannon-ball, in some nameless battle during the Revolutionary
War, and who is ever and anon seen by the country
folk hurrying along in the gloom of night, as if on the wings
of the wind. His haunts are not confined to the valley, but
extend at times to the adjacent roads, and especially to the
vicinity of a church at no great distance. Indeed, certain
of the most authentic historians of those parts, who have
been careful in collecting and collating the floating facts
concerning this spectre, allege that the body of the trooper
having been buried in the churchyard, the ghost rides forth
to the scene of battle in nightly quest of his head, and that
the rushing speed with which he sometimes passes along
the Hollow, like a midnight blast, is owing to his being belated,
and in a hurry to get back to the churchyard before
daybreak.
Such is the general purport of this legendary superstition,
which has furnished materials for many a wild story in
that region of shadows; and the spectre is known at all the
country firesides, by the name of the Headless Horseman of
Sleepy Hollow.
Old leather, campfire smoke, pipe tobacco, dark vetiver and a hint of orange and sweet pumpkin flesh.
∙∙••ICHABOD CRANE••∙∙
In this by-place of nature there abode, in a remote period
of American history, that is to say, some thirty years
since, a worthy wight of the name of Ichabod Crane, who
sojourned, or, as he expressed it, ‘tarried,’ in Sleepy Hollow,
for the purpose of instructing the children of the vicinity.
He was a native of Connecticut, a State which supplies the
Union with pioneers for the mind as well as for the forest,
and sends forth yearly its legions of frontier woodmen and country schoolmasters. The cognomen of Crane was not inapplicable
to his person. He was tall, but exceedingly lank,
with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled
a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for
shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together.
His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large
green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked
like a weather-cock perched upon his spindle neck to tell
which way the wind blew. To see him striding along the profile
of a hill on a windy day, with his clothes bagging and
fluttering about him, one might have mistaken him for the
genius of famine descending upon the earth, or some scarecrow
eloped from a cornfield.
Patchouli, copal resin, sandalwood, dark chocolate and black tea served with fresh cream and sugar.
∙∙••KATRINA VAN TASSEL••∙∙
Among the musical disciples who assembled, one evening
in each week, to receive his instructions in psalmody,
was Katrina Van Tassel, the daughter and only child of a
substantial Dutch farmer. She was a booming lass of fresh
eighteen; plump as a partridge; ripe and melting and rosycheeked
as one of her father’s peaches, and universally
famed, not merely for her beauty, but her vast expectations. She was withal a little of a coquette, as might be perceived
even in her dress, which was a mixture of ancient and
modern fashions, as most suited to set of her charms. She
wore the ornaments of pure yellow gold, which her greatgreat-
grandmother had brought over from Saar dam; the
tempting stomacher of the olden time, and withal a provokingly
short petticoat, to display the prettiest foot and ankle
in the country round.
Freshy cut roses with sweet honey, peaches and vanilla and just a hint of soft red musk and white amber.
∙∙••BALTUS VAN TASSEL••∙∙
Old Baltus Van Tassel
was a perfect picture of a thriving, contented, liberal-hearted
farmer. He seldom, it is true, sent either his eyes or his
thoughts beyond the boundaries of his own farm; but within
those everything was snug, happy and well-conditioned.
He was satisfied with his wealth, but not proud of it; and
piqued himself upon the hearty abundance, rather than the
style in which he lived.
Cardamom, coconut, fig, nutmeg, tangerine and dragons blood resin.
∙∙••BROM BONES••∙∙
....a burly, roaring,
roystering blade, of the name of Abraham, or, according to
the Dutch abbreviation, Brom Van Brunt, the hero of the
country round which rang with his feats of strength and
hardihood. He was broad-shouldered and double-jointed,
with short curly black hair, and a bluff but not unpleasant
countenance, having a mingled air of fun and arrogance
From his Herculean frame and great powers of limb he had
received the nickname of BROM BONES, by which he was
universally known.
Oakmoss, blackberries, black coconut, tuberose and dark, sweet muscovado sugar.
∙∙••DUTCH COUNTRY TEA-TABLE••∙∙
Fain would I pause to dwell upon the world of charms
that burst upon the enraptured gaze of my hero, as he entered
the state parlor of Van Tassel’s mansion. Not those of
the bevy of buxom lasses, with their luxurious display of
red and white; but the ample charms of a genuine Dutch
country tea-table, in the sumptuous time of autumn. Such
heaped up platters of cakes of various and almost indescribable
kinds, known only to experienced Dutch housewives!
There was the doughty doughnut, the tender olykoek, and
the crisp and crumbling cruller; sweet cakes and short
cakes, ginger cakes and honey cakes, and the whole family
of cakes. And then there were apple pies, and peach pies,
and pumpkin pies; besides slices of ham and smoked beef;
and moreover delectable dishes of preserved plums, and
peaches, and pears, and quinces; not to mention broiled
shad and roasted chickens; together with bowls of milk and
cream, all mingled higgledy- pigglely, pretty much as I have
enumerated them, with the motherly teapot sending up its
clouds of vapor from the midst- Heaven bless the mark!
Jelly doughnuts, ginger and honey cakes, apple pie, peach pie, plum pudding, pumpkin muffins, sugar cookies and tea with sugar and cream.
∙∙••THE WOMAN IN WHITE••∙∙
The immediate cause, however, of the prevalence of supernatural
stories in these parts, was doubtless owing to the
vicinity of Sleepy Hollow. There was a contagion in the very
air that blew from that haunted region; it breathed forth
an atmosphere of dreams and fancies infecting all the land.
Several of the Sleepy Hollow people were present at Van
Tassel’s, and, as usual, were doling out their wild and wonderful
legends. Many dismal tales were told about funeral
trains, and mourning cries and wailings heard and seen
about the great tree where the unfortunate Major Andre was
taken, and which stood in the neighborhood. Some mention
was made also of the woman in white, that haunted the
dark glen at Raven Rock, and was often heard to shriek on
winter nights before a storm, having perished there in the
snow.
Wild mint, bergamot, fresh juicy pear, pomegranate, gardenia and heliotrope.
YULE OILS
∙∙••MRS. CLAWS••∙∙
With all these elves, reindeer and pesky kids wanting presents… Mrs. Claws needs to fight for Mr. Claws’ attention! Her most recent attempt is this new perfume… Sweet vanilla blended with rose, jasmine, musk, gardenia with a hint of sandalwood and juicy strawberry
∙∙••MR. CLAWS••∙∙
I’m trying to erase the memories of the pee riddled Santa’s I was forced to have my photo taken with all those years ago! The is what he should smell like : Spicy orange and ginger, patchouli, amber, cedarwood and musk sweetened with warm vanilla
Purchase Mr & Mrs Claws together and recieve a free mini vial of Baby Claws : Fresh baked cheesecake with a choc chip cookie base topped with toasted marshmallow and whipped cream all drizzled with warm runny honey :)
∙∙••ELF FOOD••∙∙
Santa needs to keep his Elves fattened up… or they will freeze!
They live on a diet consisting of gingerbread, coconut crusted sugar cookies and Christmas pudding with custard all washed down with warm eggnog!
∙∙••YULE LOG••∙∙
"May the log burn"
"May the wheel turn"
"May evil spurn"
"May the Sun return"
A Chocolate Yule Log or 'bûche de Noël' is now a popular Christmas desert or pudding. It's traditionally eaten in France and Belgium, where they are known as 'Kerststronk' in Flemish.
They are made of a chocolate sponge roll layered with cream. The outside is covered with chocolate or chocolate icing and decorated to look like a bark-covered log. Some people like to add extra decorations such as marzipan mushrooms!
Milk chocolate, dark chocolate, vanilla bean, sugared cream and a sprinkling of shaved white chocolate.
∙∙••LORD OF MISRULE••∙∙
The Lord of Misrule, known in Scotland as the Abbot of Unreason and in France as the Prince des Sots, was an officer appointed by lot at Christmas to preside over the Feast of Fools. The Lord of Misrule was generally a peasant or sub-deacon appointed to be in charge of Christmas revelries, which often included drunkenness and wild partying, in the pagan tradition of Saturnalia.
Sandalwood, cedarwood, lime, lavender, dragons blood, dark amber and clove.
∙∙••KALLIKANTZAROI••∙∙
Kallikantzaroi is a malevolent goblin in Greek folk tradition. They dwell underground but come to the surface during the twelve days of Christmas, from 25 December to 6 January (from the winter solstice for a fortnight during which time the sun ceases its seasonal movement).
Sandalwood, red musk, angelica, vetiver, lavender, tuberose and a hint of cherry
∙∙••CROOKED CANE••∙∙
Just a little twist on the good ol' candy cane!
Sugared peppermint, vanilla bean and sweet raspberry all coated in gooey marshmallow
∙∙••WASSAIL••∙∙
Wassail is a hot, spiced punch often associated with Yuletide. Historically, the drink was a mulled ale made with sugar, cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg and topped with slices of toast.
Apple, muscovado sugar, honey, lemon, sweet orange, clove, allspice, nutmeg, cinnamon, fresh ginger and lightly toasted bread
∙∙••KRAMPUS••∙∙
Krampus is a mythical creature. In various regions of the world - especially Austria and Hungary - it is believed that Krampus accompanies St. Nicholas during the Christmas season, warning and punishing bad children, in contrast to St. Nicholas, who gives gifts to good children.
Smoky pipe tobacco, copal resin, vanilla extract, cedarwood and a hint of leather
xox
Ruth