Oya - Yansa Oil

$17.00
1/2 oz

There are certain formulas that live in the hands—blends I can make almost without thinking. This is one of them. The only challenge has ever been having the full range of ingredients available.

This time, everything aligned.

Not only was every component present, but there was no need to substitute or rely on fragrance. This blend is crafted entirely from real, 100% natural essentials and absolutes, set in sunflower seed oil. This is my true offering to Oya—made with intention, precision, and respect.

I honor the Orisha through their children. To all the Omo Oya, this is for you. I hope it is received with love and recognition.

Even I had to pause and appreciate this one.

The incense was created alongside it, and it stands just as powerfully on its own—a complete work in scent and spirit.

The first Orisha I ever prayed to was Oya. I was 18—goth, curious, drawn to the unseen—and she called to me immediately. I learned about her while working at an occult shop in New York City. I picked up one of those little Original Publications booklets, bought myself her eleke, and my boss at the time gave me a whole lecture about it.

I didn’t care. I already felt her.

One day I went up to Harlem to a botanica to buy her a statue. I chose the biggest one they had. When the man behind the counter reached to grab it for me, something happened I will never forget. Time slowed as his hand got close—and then, ZAP. A loud, sharp crack of electricity jumped between him and the statue. It wasn’t subtle. It flashed. It sounded painful. Everyone in the store burst into laughter, but I just stood there in awe. It felt like she announced herself right then and there.

My first offering to her was elaborate. I brought everything to the gates of a cemetery: nine eggplants dressed with nine different colored ribbons, nine small bottles of rum, nine cigars (I didn’t know better then), lit candles, nine plums, nine dollar bills, nine red roses, and nine goblets filled with red wine. It was excessive, emotional, and completely sincere. This was before everyone documented everything—so it lives only in memory. That makes it more sacred.

My petition was simple: I wanted to travel. I wanted to see the world. I asked to go on tour with Nelly Furtado.

And I did.

Oya granted it. I went everywhere.

That’s when I understood something important: if you truly make space for these forces in your heart, they will move mountains for you. No initiation taught me that. It was something deeper—something carried. Maybe something remembered.

I’ve had people come to me over the years, asking for help with their petitions. Many of them only want results. They approach the spirits like a transaction, like a wish machine. There’s no relationship, no reverence. Just desire.

It doesn’t work like that.

I’ve seen it over and over—nothing comes from it for them. But the offerings remain. The spirits are still fed. And what happens instead is that my own shrine grows stronger. The current builds. The ashe flows—toward me.

Because my devotion is real. I don’t come to them just to take. I come to honor, to feed, to love.

And that makes all the difference.

I love Oya. You can feel my love for Her in this blend.

La Sirenes is not responsible for lost or stolen packages once an order has been shipped.
After your package is dropped off with the carrier, delivery is unfortunately out of my control.

That said, in certain situations I may offer a refund or replacement at my discretion. Please understand that shipping costs come directly out of my own pocket.

All sales are final. Please do not argue or dispute this policy.
Thank you for your understanding and support.

International Shipping Notice:
I’m truly happy to ship internationally, and I love that my products can reach practitioners around the world. However, once your order leaves my hands and enters the postal system, I am no longer responsible for delays, damage, or lost packages. By placing an international order, you acknowledge that shipping risks are outside of my control and you accept full responsibility for the package once it has been shipped.
1/2 oz

There are certain formulas that live in the hands—blends I can make almost without thinking. This is one of them. The only challenge has ever been having the full range of ingredients available.

This time, everything aligned.

Not only was every component present, but there was no need to substitute or rely on fragrance. This blend is crafted entirely from real, 100% natural essentials and absolutes, set in sunflower seed oil. This is my true offering to Oya—made with intention, precision, and respect.

I honor the Orisha through their children. To all the Omo Oya, this is for you. I hope it is received with love and recognition.

Even I had to pause and appreciate this one.

The incense was created alongside it, and it stands just as powerfully on its own—a complete work in scent and spirit.

The first Orisha I ever prayed to was Oya. I was 18—goth, curious, drawn to the unseen—and she called to me immediately. I learned about her while working at an occult shop in New York City. I picked up one of those little Original Publications booklets, bought myself her eleke, and my boss at the time gave me a whole lecture about it.

I didn’t care. I already felt her.

One day I went up to Harlem to a botanica to buy her a statue. I chose the biggest one they had. When the man behind the counter reached to grab it for me, something happened I will never forget. Time slowed as his hand got close—and then, ZAP. A loud, sharp crack of electricity jumped between him and the statue. It wasn’t subtle. It flashed. It sounded painful. Everyone in the store burst into laughter, but I just stood there in awe. It felt like she announced herself right then and there.

My first offering to her was elaborate. I brought everything to the gates of a cemetery: nine eggplants dressed with nine different colored ribbons, nine small bottles of rum, nine cigars (I didn’t know better then), lit candles, nine plums, nine dollar bills, nine red roses, and nine goblets filled with red wine. It was excessive, emotional, and completely sincere. This was before everyone documented everything—so it lives only in memory. That makes it more sacred.

My petition was simple: I wanted to travel. I wanted to see the world. I asked to go on tour with Nelly Furtado.

And I did.

Oya granted it. I went everywhere.

That’s when I understood something important: if you truly make space for these forces in your heart, they will move mountains for you. No initiation taught me that. It was something deeper—something carried. Maybe something remembered.

I’ve had people come to me over the years, asking for help with their petitions. Many of them only want results. They approach the spirits like a transaction, like a wish machine. There’s no relationship, no reverence. Just desire.

It doesn’t work like that.

I’ve seen it over and over—nothing comes from it for them. But the offerings remain. The spirits are still fed. And what happens instead is that my own shrine grows stronger. The current builds. The ashe flows—toward me.

Because my devotion is real. I don’t come to them just to take. I come to honor, to feed, to love.

And that makes all the difference.

I love Oya. You can feel my love for Her in this blend.

La Sirenes is not responsible for lost or stolen packages once an order has been shipped.
After your package is dropped off with the carrier, delivery is unfortunately out of my control.

That said, in certain situations I may offer a refund or replacement at my discretion. Please understand that shipping costs come directly out of my own pocket.

All sales are final. Please do not argue or dispute this policy.
Thank you for your understanding and support.

International Shipping Notice:
I’m truly happy to ship internationally, and I love that my products can reach practitioners around the world. However, once your order leaves my hands and enters the postal system, I am no longer responsible for delays, damage, or lost packages. By placing an international order, you acknowledge that shipping risks are outside of my control and you accept full responsibility for the package once it has been shipped.