Sweet Tea Apothecary General Catalog Perfume Oil (Available)
"Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore." — The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
Notes: Dragon's Blood, Clove, Oak Moss, Moroccan Rose
This perfume is an interpretation of the above lines from Edgar Allan Poe's masterpiece. Lenore smells like dried roses, a slowly dying ember of incense, ghostly whispers, and a bittersweet sense of loss.