Sin and Salvation
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
$5.75 – $23.00
An opiate torpor, soporific, trancelike, and sublimely languid. A poet’s morphine dream, a listless journey into a gentle dream and the precipice of intoxicated madness. Paperwhite and black narcissus, three lilies, black poppy and tuberose and a hint of hypnotic opium den haze.
Sin and Salvation
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
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Was this His coming! I had hoped to see
A scene of wondrous glory, as was told
Of some great God who in a rain of gold
Broke open bars and fell on Danae:
Or a dread vision as when Semele
Sickening for love and unappeased desire
Prayed to see God’s clear body, and the fire
Caught her brown limbs and slew her utterly:
With such glad dreams I sought this holy place,
And now with wondering eyes and heart I stand
Before this supreme mystery of Love:
Some kneeling girl with passionless pale face,
An angel with a lily in his hand,
And over both the white wings of a Dove.
A pale, delicate, truly angelic blend. A scent created to emulate Adonis’ halo of beauty: fragile, distant, and radiant. Rosewood with Sicilian lemon peel, red Mysore sandalwood, pale musks, sweet mountain sage and a dusting of lily, night-blooming jasmine and orris.
An Arabic term that refers to both the chirping of nocturnal insects and the ambient sound made by the chattering of demons. This is the original title of the feared Necronomicon, the Book of Dead Names, penned by the Mad Arab, Abdul Alhazred.
Nor is it to be thought that man is either the oldest or the last of earth’s masters, or that the common bulk of life and substances walks alone. The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them, They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen. Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They have trod earth’s fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread. By Their smell can men sometimes know Them near, but of Their semblance can no man know, saving only in the features of those They have begotten on mankind; and of those are there many sorts, differing in likeness from man’s truest eidolon to that shape without sight or substance which is Them. They walk unseen and foul in lonely places where the Words have been spoken and the Rites howled through at their Seasons. The wind gibbers with Their voices, and the earth mutters with Their consciousness. They bend the forest and crush the city, yet may not forest or city behold the hand that smites. Kadath in the cold waste hath known Them, and what man knows Kadath? The ice desert of the South and the sunken isles of Ocean hold stones where Their seal is engraven, but who hath seen the deep frozen city or the sealed tower long garlanded with seaweed and barnacles? Great Cthulhu is Their cousin, yet can he spy Them only dimly. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! As a foulness shall ye know Them. Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not; and Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold. Yog-Sothoth is the key to the gate, whereby the spheres meet. Man rules now where They ruled once; They shall soon rule where man rules now. After summer is winter, and after winter summer. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They reign again.
A sinister, sinuous incense of summoning, a herald and paean to the Primordial Gods of Darkness, Chaos, Madness and Decay.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And ‘mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And ‘mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ‘twould win me
That with music loud and long
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Through sunlit caves of ice, roses unfurl amidst dancing waves of serpentine opium smoke and amber tobacco, golden sandalwood, champaca, tea leaf, sugared lily, ginger, rich hay absolute, leather, dark vanilla, mandarin, peru balsam, and Moroccan jasmine.
Orgiastic mayhem in the extreme: sweet strawberry and orange blossom distorted by carnation, black poppy and hibiscus.
gaia.earth24 –
Very victorian. It is a very light scent. Reminds me of spring and lounging on a boat in a pond surrounded by water lilies and dragonflies. I’m not normally a big fan of flowery scents, they quickly go powdery on me but I can see myself wearing this on occasion. It is a complex scent right out of the bottle, kind of sharp, a little hard to differentiate the notes but pleasant. On the skin it calms down and you really get the lighter floral notes. Over time it fades to a lily scent. Would highly recommend if you enjoy florals. I would like a little more deeper opium to help balance it.
Katie –
Really lovely. Darkly romantic. It’s so hard to get a floral scent that doesn’t remind you of powder, potpurri, or nana’s underwear drawer. I appreciate this one’s dimension, and smoky undercurrents. However, the first time I tried it, it faded to a powdery lily scent within just a couple of hours, so I’m currently debating on ordering the full bottle.
Jessica –
Just received this as a frimp and can’t wait to order a full bottle. This smells like it will be my perfect summer scent. While I liked it wet, it wasn’t until after the dry down that I really experienced the amazingly intoxicating scent it has. I felt transported to rowboat on a river that is surrounded by fields of flowers on a calm summer day. It’s super sexy in a very tranquil way.
Elizabeth –
Love this to relax when the sun goes down! The opium smoke blends beautifully with the sticky sweet flowers. I have issues w anxiety and this scent lulls me into a hazy, soporific state.
Sarah –
Based on the description, this is not a scent I would’ve ever tried out on my own. However, I received this as an imp in my last purchase. Languor is aptly named because it is intoxicating and lazy, yet extremely sexy. I foresee myself buying a full bottle when my imp runs out.
Sarah –
I received this as an imp earlier this week and just had the opportunity to try it out. I did not like it at all straight out of the bottle. I decided to give it a chance anyway and I’m so glad I did. It’s a lovely mix that’s kinda creamy, kinda spicy, kinda sweet. I would describe it as a “sexy floral.” The only reason I’m not giving it 5 stars is because I do not like how it smells wet.
GardeniaFan –
This both intrigues and calms the mind. The first thing to reach my nose was incense smoking making a trail for sweet white and yellow flowers following it. The narcissus sits at the center with a crown of laced incense trails and something aromatic and spicy lurks underneath, adding intrigue and slight focus. A lounging beauty. This beautiful harmony is inviting, soothing, and yet intriguing for its undertones. Languor indeed!