Hastur Perfume Oil $33.00
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Hastur Perfume Oil

$33.00

It wasn’t a dark and stormy night.

It should have been, but that’s the weather for you. For every mad scientist who’s had a convienient thunderstorm just on the night his Great Work is finished and lying on the slab, there have been dozens who’ve sat around aimlessly under the peaceful stars while Igor racks up the overtime.

But don’t let the fog (with rain later, temperatures dropping to around forty-five degrees) give anyone a false sense of security. Just because it’s a mild night doesn’t mean that dark forces aren’t abroad. They’re abroad all the time. They’re everywhere.

They always are. That’s the whole point.

Two of them lurked in a ruined graveyard. Two shadowy figures, one hunched and squat, the other lean and menacing, both of them Olympic-grade lurkers. If Bruce Springsteen had ever recorded “Born to Lurk,” these two would have been on the album cover. They had been lurking in the fog for over an hour now, but they had been pacing themselves and could lurk for the rest of the night if necessary, with still enough sullen menace left for a final burst of lurking around dawn.

Finally, after another twenty minutes, one of them said: “Bugger this for a lark. He should have been here hours ago.”

The speaker’s name was Hastur. He was a Duke of Hell.

Smoky-sour labdanum, black patchouli, wet tobacco, and brimstone.

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The Good Omens Collection.

Just in time for the new adaptation by Amazon Prime and BBC Two, we’ve expanded this series based on the characters, locations, and concepts squished within the pages of ‘Good Omens’, an apocalyptic comedy by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman!

This series is based on the characters, locations, and concepts squished within the pages of ‘Good Omens’, an apocalyptic comedy by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman! A million thanks to Messrs. Pratchett and Gaiman for giving us this project their blessing!

Terry Pratchett | Neil Gaiman

Neil Gaiman’s Official Online Store

Your purchase from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab will help our friends at the National Coalition Against Censorship promote and defend First Amendment rights., and the Orangutan Foundation UK, which works to actively preserve orangutan habitats while supporting long-term research projects that benefit orangutans.

Because of the nature of this project, imps are not available for any Good Omens scents.

Reviews

  1. Moité –

    This scent was something else indeed. It walks a strange line of being incredibly strong while still holding the floral tones of the patchouli and labdanum. In the bottle, the scent seemed almost soapy and sharp, which honestly gave me some doubts. On the skin I found this perfume to still be very forceful, with the strong and spicy scent biting out in contrast to the floral scents which add a bit of ‘calm’. The sharpness still remains, so it definitely is to be enjoyed in small doses. But overall I enjoy it, since it adds a masculine touch. Great perfume that captures the essence of the character (in my opinion).

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