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 The Coraline Collection. This series is based on the characters, locations, and ideas found within the pages of Neil Gaiman's novel, 'Coraline'. Neil Gaiman's Official Site Neil Gaiman's Official Online Store The Official Neil Gaiman Website for Young Readers Coraline on Facebook This is a charitable, not-for-profit venture: proceeds from every single bottle go to the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund, which works to preserve and protect the First Amendment rights of the comics community. Artwork on this page by Vera Brosgol! PERFUME OIL BLENDS $26..00 per 5ml bottle. Presented in an amber apothecary glass vial. Because of the nature of this project, imps are not available for any Coraline scents. |
 CORALINE JONES “What should I do?” asked Coraline. “Read a book,” said her mother. “Watch a video. Play with your toys. Go and pester Miss Spink or Miss Forcible, or the crazy old man upstairs.” “No,” said Coraline. “I don't want to do those things. I want to explore.” Dry grass, clean skin, and a little bit of mossy berry. .purchase 5ml. .view cart / check out. Miss Spink and Miss Forcible lived in the flat below Coraline's, on the ground floor. They were both old and round, and they lived in their flat with a number of ageing Highland terriers who had names like Hamish and Andrew and Jock. Once upon a time Miss Spink and Miss Forcible had been actresses, as Miss Spink told Coraline the first time she met her. “You see, Caroline,” Miss Spink said, getting Coraline's name wrong, “both myself and Miss Forcible were famous actresses, in our time. We trod the boards, luvvy. Oh, don't let Hamish eat the fruitcake, or he'll be up all night with his tummy.” “It's Coraline. Not Caroline, Coraline,” said Coraline.  MISS SPINK A grand, over-the-top tuberose gardenia. .purchase 5ml. .view cart / check out.  MISS FORCIBLE A classic vintage musk. .purchase 5ml. .view cart / check out. Both Miss Spink and Miss Forcible scents have a bit of tea splash and biscuit crumbs.  MR. BOBO “Mister Bobo?” “The man in the top flat. Mister Bobo. Fine old circus family, I believe. Romanian or Slovenian or Livonian, or one of those countries. Bless me, I can never remember them anymore.” It had never occurred to Coraline that the crazy old man upstairs actually had a name, she realized. If she'd known his name was Mr. Bobo she would have said it every chance she got. How often do you get to say a name like “Mr. Bobo” aloud? Cooking herbs, pickles, and mouse fur. .purchase 5ml. .view cart / check out.  THE CAT There was a polite noise from behind her. She turned around. Standing on the wall next to her was a large black cat, identical to the large black cat she'd seen in the grounds at home. “Good afternoon,” said the cat. Its voice sounded like the voice at the back of Coraline's head, the voice she thought words in, but a man's voice, not a girl's. “Hello,” said Coraline. “I saw a cat like you in the garden at home. You must be the other cat.” The cat shook its head. “No,” it said. “I'm not the other anything. I'm me.” It tipped its head to one side; green eyes glinted. “You people are spread all over the place. Cats, on the other hand, keep ourselves together. If you see what I mean.” “I suppose. But if you're the same cat I saw at home, how can you talk?” Cats don't have shoulders, not like people do. But the cat shrugged, in one smooth movement that started at the tip of its tail and ended in a raised movement of its whiskers. “I can talk.” “Cats don't talk at home.” “No?” said the cat. “No,” said Coraline. The cat leaped smoothly from the wall to the grass near Coraline's feet. It stared up at her. “Well, you're the expert on these things,” said the cat dryly. “After all, what would I know? I'm only a cat.” Sleek, black, dark, and clever: benzoin, honey, cedar, and dark musk. .purchase 5ml. .view cart / check out.  MOUSE CIRCUS In the flat above Coraline’s, under the roof, was a crazy old man with a big mustache. He told Coraline that he was training a mouse circus. He wouldn’t let anyone see it. “One day, little Caroline, when they are all ready, everyone in the whole world will see the wonders of my mouse circus. You ask me why you cannot see it now. Is that what you asked me?” “No,” said Coraline quietly, “I asked you not to call me Caroline. It’s Coraline.” “The reason you cannot see the mouse circus,” said the man upstairs, “is that the mice are not yet ready and rehearsed. Also, they refuse to play the songs I have written for them. All the songs I have written for the mice to play go oompah oompah. But the white mice will only play toodle oodle, like that. I am thinking of trying them on different types of cheese.” A toodle oodle of pink cotton candy noses, vanilla spun sugar fur, scattered kernels of popcorn, and a touch of polished golden wood. .purchase 5ml. .view cart / check out. BLACK PHOENIX ALCHEMY LAB, BPAL, IMP'S EARS, A LITTLE LUNACY, CARNAVAL DIABOLIQUE and all oil names are trademarks of the Black Phoenix Partnership. Illustration on this page by Vera Brosgol. All characters, locations, and scent descriptions within the Coraline series are the intellectual property of Neil Gaiman, and are used here with his permission. All rights reserved. |