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Garden journals to keep the secrets of your herbal experiments

For planning, for taking down notes, all the space you need for a season’s worth of knowledge you might very well need to remember next year.


Available from Redbubble, choose ruled or graph paper, 120 pages with the image printed on a heavy cover stock, with a convenient pocket inside the back cover

Pick up any two and get 15% off


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You don’t have ordinary thoughts or ordinary friends, so why send ordinary greeting cards?

The words and thoughts of authors and poets married to the images from A Gothic Curiosity Cabinet, beautifully printed and awaiting your signature. The insides are blank for your own words and thoughts because that’s what makes a greeting card a token of love … or perhaps you need space to cast the evil eye? We don’t judge.


Choose from three colors of bamboo frame four colors of hands. Quartz mechanism runs on AA battery. Image is printed directly on the face, with no plexiglass case to cast pesky reflections.

Take 20% off when you purchase any eight cards


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There’s more to a clock than time

Clocks from the Wytchery are for those who don’t care to track life minute by minute, who choose beauty over time. Like medieval clocks, there are no minutes. If you need to track your life that close, buy a watch.


Choose from three colors of bamboo frame four colors of hands. Quartz mechanism runs on AA battery. Image is printed directly on the face, with no plexiglass case to cast pesky reflections.



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Fine art prints dripping with atmosphere, history and haunts

The images from A Gothic Curiosity Cabinet are available as fine art prints, immaculately presented in a variety of sizes and papers.


All the images from the site plus thousands more from the travels of US photographer/writer Todd Atteberry. The Wytchery is also pleases to offer the images of UK artist Cate Davies.



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“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting — “Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting —  “Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! thumbnail

A Crow in the Abbey Churchyard in Bury St. Edmunds by Cate Davies. Ravens, crows, they overlap in many ways. Both have long been associated with the the realm of the supernatural. Both are symbols of death. It was thought that when you died, a raven carried your soul to the otherworld. These winged creatures of darkness […] Click to learn more ...

“Let me lie, let me die on thy snow-coloured bosom, I would eat of thy flesh as of delicate fruit, I am drunk of its smell, and the scent of thy tresses is a flame that devours.”

“Let me lie, let me die on thy snow-coloured bosom, I would eat of thy flesh as of delicate fruit, I am drunk of its smell, and the scent of thy tresses is a flame that devours.” thumbnail

Love Will Tear Us Apart by Cate Davies. The poet George Moore wrote that in The Triumph of the Flesh in 1881. Those who are lucky, those who at least once in their life really live, get a chance to taste the fruit that Moore wrote about. When you do, nothing else works. You're spoiled […] Click to learn more ...

“The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.”

“The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.” thumbnail

St. Mary’s Church Burial Ground, Bury St. Edmunds by Cate Davies. Percy Shelley unfortunately never had a peaceful rest in so sweet a place. Instead he was burned upon a pyre, on the beach where his body washed ashore. His grave is missed, for wouldn't it be a great place to wander to on a misty […] Click to learn more ...

“It was the cooling hour, just when the rounded red sun sinks down behind the azure hill, Which then seems as if the whole earth is bounded, Circling all nature, hush’d, and dim, and still”

“It was the cooling hour, just when the rounded red sun sinks down behind the azure hill, Which then seems as if the whole earth is bounded, Circling all nature, hush’d, and dim, and still” thumbnail

Still is not a state of being often associated with Lord Byron. He was a man of passion, of actions both good and bad, light and dark. We're all like that to an extent, the struggle between light and dark coming to a truce at sunset, where it's possible to just stop, forget oneself and […] Click to learn more ...

“A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest, Granny Weatherwax had once told her, because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.”

“A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest, Granny Weatherwax had once told her, because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.” thumbnail

The Dance by Cate Davies. Belief in witches as malignant forces is ancient, as is the archetype of the coven and their gathering places. It could be a house, it could be a mountain such as The Brocken in Germany, or it could be a tree. Is it the branches, like twisted arms reaching down to snatch us […] Click to learn more ...