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In tribute to the legendary apple spells that were in times past enacted at midnight on Samhain in order to foretell one's true love, we’ve created a richly exotic and mysterious blend...enticing resinous notes of patchouli, dragon’s blood, majmua, amber, storax, benzoin and kush resin blended with the crisp sweet clarity of a freshly-cut red apple.  And to further your quest for affection, we’ve included a dose of Essence of Woman Pure Copulins.

 

APPLE ~ Love, healing, fertility, good luck , happiness, immortality, foretelling spells.
DRAGON'S BLOOD ~ Entices errant lovers to return, increases power of other ingredients. Love, protection, exorcism, potency.
PATCHOULI ~ Soothes and uplifts; sensual, sexually stimulating, lust, fertility, money. Meditative and transforming.
AMBER ~ Fertility, creativity, love, luck, riches.
STORAX ~ Healing, mental acuity, relaxation, sensual, love drawing, deflection of negativity.
BENZOIN ~ Prosperity, astral projection, purification.
KUSH RESIN ~ Healing, love, meditation.

 

Created by: Mara Fox

Description: Julie (luna65)

Label art: Rosario Rizzo

October 2015

 

All the apples hanging down
like my heart that’s there to pluck: red and round
some speckled with yellow or green.
We picked as many as we could carry
the sun is heavy, must not tarry
but we stopped upon the hillside to eat
and to wish for our heart’s desire unseen
though it was not yet midnight on Halloween.
One, he loves
two, he loves
three, he loves I say.

The flesh is crisp as I bite so deep
the juices run so very sweet
down my chin.
“Careful,” she says, devouring her own
“remember to save the seeds.”
Four, he loves with all his heart
five, he casts away.

And I know the one I long for, I see him plain as this day
green eyes and chestnut curls
and a smile like fireflies on a summer night
shyly winking, just a flash
of allure.
Six, he loves
seven, he loves
eight, he comes to woo.

I hope, I hope, with all of this apple which is my heart
sweet but also tart as I am difficult to catch
for I love him, I know I do
but what is love for we who know so little
and wonder so long.
Nine, he tarries
ten, he marries
that’s my fortune true.

The sacred five-pointed star is hidden
an occulted world of wisdom
secreted within this jewel of sustenance.
She cuts open another apple, prising out the seeds
and I am nearly finished
though my belly is scarcely full
I let the seeds fall into my hand.
“Shall we perform the mirror spell?” she asks
the one of the nine pieces
and I look over my shoulder
searching for the crone of the orchard
brandishing her sickle.
One, two, three, four
my heart is aching to see him 
will he come a-walking up this hill
where my longing burns as bright
as that golden orb in the sky.
Five, six, seven, eight
and I rise to my feet, laughing, for there he is 
running to me, his smile shining.
But then she takes my hand
for there is one seed remaining.
“Take him now,” the old woman counsels
“though there may be regret.”
And for all the knowledge given unto me
my hunger is greater than my caution.

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