A Pantomime of Deviltry and Debauch in Seven Acts
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
$32.00
Amber, cream accord, white honey, apple blossom, skin musk, caramel, and teak.
A Pantomime of Deviltry and Debauch in Seven Acts
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
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Splendour
Three golden ambers, bright musk, peach wine and myrtle.
A rich, bold blend of imperial rose, carnation, lush jasmine, lily of the valley, dark musk, amber, bergamot and gilded tangerine.
Insatiable lust, unending vigor! A truly carnal, energetic men’s blend: vanilla and amber with juniper, rosewood and white pine.
Viens sur mon coeur, âme cruelle et sourde,
Tigre adoré, monstre aux airs indolents;
Je veux longtemps plonger mes doigts tremblants
Dans l’épaisseur de ta crinière lourde;
Dans tes jupons remplis de ton parfum
Ensevelir ma tête endolorie,
Et respirer, comme une fleur flétrie,
Le doux relent de mon amour défunt.
Je veux dormir! dormir plutôt que vivre!
Dans un sommeil aussi doux que la mort,
J’étalerai mes baisers sans remords
Sur ton beau corps poli comme le cuivre.
Pour engloutir mes sanglots apaisés
Rien ne me vaut l’abîme de ta couche;
L’oubli puissant habite sur ta bouche,
Et le Léthé coule dans tes baisers.
À mon destin, désormais mon délice,
J’obéirai comme un prédestiné;
Martyr docile, innocent condamné,
Dont la ferveur attise le supplice,
Je sucerai, pour noyer ma rancoeur,
Le népenthès et la bonne ciguë
Aux bouts charmants de cette gorge aiguë
Qui n’a jamais emprisonné de coeur.
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Come, lie upon my breast, cruel, insensitive soul,
Adored tigress, monster with the indolent air;
I want to plunge trembling fingers for a long time
In the thickness of your heavy mane,
To bury my head, full of pain
In your skirts redolent of your perfume,
To inhale, as from a withered flower,
The moldy sweetness of my defunct love.
I wish to sleep! to sleep rather than live!
In a slumber doubtful as death,
I shall remorselessly cover with my kisses
Your lovely body polished like copper.
To bury my subdued sobbing
Nothing equals the abyss of your bed,
Potent oblivion dwells upon your lips
And Lethe flows in your kisses.
My fate, hereafter my delight,
I’ll obey like one predestined;
Docile martyr, innocent man condemned,
Whose fervor aggravates the punishment.
I shall suck, to drown my rancor,
Nepenthe and the good hemlock
From the charming tips of those pointed breasts
That have never guarded a heart.
Red musk and sweat-damp golden skin musk with labdanum, golden amber, nutmeg, tobacco absolute, black orchid, and hemlock accord.
c.sausa0526 –
I know I keep saying this about pretty much every scent I get from BPAL but….I LOVE THIS SCENT.
In the bottle, I smell the caramel and amber (emphasis on the caramel) but when I put it on, I definitely smell the apple blossom most prominently, perhaps with a touch of the caramel and undertones of honey and amber. Bottom line – the way it smells in the bottle and on my skin is totally different, and I’m totally ok with that. It is indeed a happiness-inducing scent.
thecoffeeslayer –
In the bottle: mmm, apple blossom & a bit of caramel. Aging definitely gets rid of the “head clubbing sugar” potency
Wet: see above, then add amber to the lot. and a whiff of honey? and skin?! and what is that??
Dry: The skin & cream are coming out now. The apple blossom is still there, and the amber fades in & out, just playing at my nose. The caramel seems to have died out. The mystery note has swollen to be the atmosphere here (is this what teak should smell like?)
Aftermath: About 1/2 hour in, I was alternating between wanting to chew my tasty smelling wrist and sniffing delicately while giggling like a little girl. There’s a giddiness that comes with this fragrance that makes me smile.