Ars Moriendi
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial
Danse Macabre Perfume Oil
$6.25 – $25.00
Danse Macabre Perfume Oil
$6.25 – $25.00
An allegorical expression of the ineffable, indisputable triumph of death, generally expressed in medieval artwork as a violin or flute-wielding skeleton leading a procession of dancers to their graves. Black cypress with oakmoss, frankincense, oude, and a sliver of toasted hazelnut.
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akire32 –
This was very hazelnutty in the vial and upon application, but in about 10 minutes, the creamy nuttiness was gone and started turning a bit woodsy and musty. After 30 minutes it was exactly how a dusty antique store I went into once smelled…especially rifling through an old dresser drawer that was filled with photographs. It’s an old, dank woodsy dresser drawer smell with the slight scent of old perfume from clothes that had once been stored in it. This is that drawer.
ksnaum –
Danse Macabre (Ars Moriendi series) – first it hit me with heavy, earthy-wooden oakmoss, and i almost thought this is not really for me. Then i smelled it again, and again, and couldn’t stop…..the scent started alternating, from sweet hazelnut from a distance, to the deep moss and cypress when I smell my skin close. After a few hours I had just frankincense lingering. Very mysterious! The scent lives up to its name: imagine a fiddle, or better put on Camille Saint-Saëns’ opus with the same name and you will hear this magical scent: incense ashes, sweet decay, the doorstep of a curiosities store, where old books and dusty wooden chests preserve their secrets… it’s a warm scent of a glowing candle, very warm scent! Deep notes do not go completely dormant, you can sense them depending how close you approach. Keeping this one definitely! Will wear for a few times to test how long it stays on me prior to getting a full bottle
Sara –
woodsy cypress and earthy oakmoss. makes me think of a decaying garden where the green leaves are dying and blending into the soil. or the part of a forest that never gets any sunlight, so the earth is always moist. over time, the frankincense takes over and now it’s like burning incense in the woods.