Excolo
Est deus in nobis.
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The Moroccan Goddess of Carnal Desire. Dwelling in fresh-water springs and rivers, she is doom: her embrace drives men mad with mindless lust. Sacrifices are made to the Lady of Lust on the Summer Solstice in the hopes of placating her passions and driving her red-tinged gaze away. Black musk, blackened saffron, lemon peel, and vetiver draped over thick honey.
Excolo
Est deus in nobis.
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial..
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Carrying bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves,
Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves
With all the careless and high-stepping grace,
And the extravagant courtesan’s thin face.
Was slimmer waist e’er in a ball-room wooed?
Her floating robe, in royal amplitude,
Falls in deep folds around a dry foot, shod
With a bright flower-like shoe that gems the sod.
The swarms that hum about her collar-bones
As the lascivious streams caress the stones,
Conceal from every scornful jest that flies,
Her gloomy beauty; and her fathomless eyes
Are made of shade and void; with flowery sprays
Her skull is wreathed artistically, and sways,
Feeble and weak, on her frail vertebrae.
O charm of nothing decked in folly! they
Who laugh and name you a Caricature,
They see not, they whom flesh and blood allure,
The nameless grace of every bleached, bare bone,
That is most dear to me, tall skeleton!
Come you to trouble with your potent sneer
The feast of Life! or are you driven here,
To Pleasure’s Sabbath, by dead lusts that stir
And goad your moving corpse on with a spur?
Or do you hope, when sing the violins,
And the pale candle-flame lights up our sins,
To drive some mocking nightmare far apart,
And cool the flame hell lighted in your heart?
Fathomless well of fault and foolishness!
Eternal alembic of antique distress!
Still o’er the curved, white trellis of your sides
The sateless, wandering serpent curls and glides.
And truth to tell, I fear lest you should find,
Among us here, no lover to your mind;
Which of these hearts beat for the smile you gave?
The charms of horror please none but the brave.
Your eyes’ black gulf, where awful broodings stir,
Brings giddiness; the prudent reveller
Sees, while a horror grips him from beneath,
The eternal smile of thirty-two white teeth.
For he who has not folded in his arms
A skeleton, nor fed on graveyard charms,
Recks not of furbelow, or paint, or scent,
When Horror comes the way that Beauty went.
O irresistible, with fleshless face,
Say to these dancers in their dazzled race:
“Proud lovers with the paint above your bones,
Ye shall taste death, musk scented skeletons!
Withered Antinoüs, dandies with plump faces,
Ye varnished cadavers, and grey Lovelaces,
Ye go to lands unknown and void of breath,
Drawn by the rumour of the Dance of Death.
From Seine’s cold quays to Ganges’ burning stream,
The mortal troupes dance onward in a dream;
They do not see, within the opened sky,
The Angel’s sinister trumpet raised on high.
In every clime and under every sun,
Death laughs at ye, mad mortals, as ye run;
And oft perfumes herself with myrrh, like ye
And mingles with your madness, irony!
A gloriously elegant representation of Lady Death. Dry, bone-white orris, black musk, serpentine patchouli and our murkiest myrrh.
This is the captured scent of a cold, moonless night, lost deep within the darkest wood. Haunting and desolate, this scent evokes images of fairy tale tragedy and half-remembered nightmares. Thick, viscous pine with ambergris, black musk, juniper and cypress.
Spiced rum, tobacco absolute and leather, caramelized tonka, chardonnay, and black musk.
White noise, isolation, interrogation: static-white musk grating against ink-black musk, black pepper, and clove.
zgravesschool –
god i love this. got it as a frimp that spilled a single drop smaller than a pinhead on my wrist, and i, a grown man, now feel like Amanda Lepore. this has to be what the potion of eternal life from death becomes her must smell like. it smells almost like a mix of RuPaul’s glamazon, with the incense from exodus 20:34-36 in a 2:1 ratio. I smell extremely sacred in a deeply profane way. my only complaint is that my package arrived on a Wednesday, when all the clubs are closed, because i ought be exploiting every drop of this potion to collect sugar daddies. it feels like a sin and injustice that to go through life wearing anything at all except pearls and BPAL Qandisa
Emily Stamets –
Okay. So you’re traveling. And you meet someone cute. And they take you home for satisfying, sweaty afternoon sex.
Take that feeling, and pour it over vanilla bean ice cream. BAM: Qandisa.
Red. Spice and warmth and wanting with a base of nostalgic sweetness.
Jae –
This is passionate and sensual. Reminds me of the botanica store but softer and sweeter.
Amanda –
I layered this with Peacock Queen today. I smell exotic & sensual & a touch dangerous.
lookingglass –
Qandisa gets two eyerolls of ecstasy in this house (from me aaaand my partner! PLUS!). I am NOT a lemon lover, not even a lemon LIKER, but DO go for all things smelling dark and honey dripping. This instantly reminds me of a Variety of Pleasing Amusements, but with a bit more lift. The vetiver is prominent right out of the bottle, but the drydown is all about the saffron honey. Have you ever made yourself the healing syrup with buckwheat or dark wildflower honey and a ton of cinnamon? The heart of the scent is like that, but with saffron instead of cinnamon…dripping on a heaving bosom! :yum: Sometimes black musk can be lemony on its own, but truly…I’m not getting ANY lemon (thank the STARS!), just a deep, fresh, animalic, unisex musk. MERCY this is GOOD! It’s a sticky, rich, musky oriental, baby 😈 …dark, slightly foody…like the bakery section of the international market, right next to the incense… oh, so divinely SEXY… one of those that just becomes a PART of me. DE-freakin’-LICIOUS! If you know you are my scent twin or love the likes of Snake Oil, Old Demons of the First Class, and the Other Miss Forcible, just getcha self some of THIS! I’m SO glad this is GC. Top o’the BIG BOTTLE list for THIS BPALista!
Hellokoi –
Honey notes can sometimes smell sour and reminiscent of urine to me, and I get that here, unfortunately, mixed in with ashy vetiver and powdery black musk.
[email protected] –
I recently received a frimp of this in my latest order, much to my pleasure. Ah, vetiver, how I love thee… This is a truly lush and exotic blend with the vetiver bringing down the richness of the honey and musk into a throb. Though the sillage is light to medium, it has serious lasting power, going through a full day of work, plus a long workout and is still on the skin later in the evening. Recommended for those looking for something long lasting and sensual without the scent being overwhelming.
amandamarie –
I started out not enjoying this scent too much, but within 30mins it smelled amazing and I couldn’t stop planting my nose against my wrist. It’s dark and heavy; it reminds me of incense (specifically nag champa which is one of the greatest scents in the world) – this was a definite win in my books.
jasmindreams2010 –
This starts out sort of clingy, a subtle draping scent. It grows bolder as it sits on the skin. Vetiver loves me, and it’s coming out strongly here. The notes compliment each other here, the vetiver behaving smokily, wrapped in sultry musk, emboldened by lemon, sweetened by honey. I can indeed see men going mad over this scent. But, vetiver haters be warned! The vetiver is the star player here. This is simple, dusky, sultry. I Loooorrve it. I gave it 4 out of 5, because I think a little floral twist would have added something to feminize it. But, it’s really unique, you’ll stand out wearing this one.