The Pandora Collection
Scents based on Carolyn Hennesy’s Pandora series.

PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
Because of the nature of this project, imps are not available for any Pandora scents.

Carolyn Hennesy’s published series of “Pandora” books follows the adventures of Pandora Atheneus Andromaeche Helena (or “Pandy” for short), a typical, average “tween” semi-immortal girl of Athens, as she and her two best friends, Alcie & Iole, set out to recover the 7 great Evils of the world that Pandy accidentally unleashed from Zeus’ box which was under the protection of her father Prometheus the Titan. If she fails, the world will forever be savaged by the destruction of the freed Evils, and Pandy & her family will be doomed by Zeus to suffer eternal torment! (Whew! You know – the usual Greek thing minus the eye-gouging.)

The official site for Carolyn Hennesy’s Pandora.

She walked up the steps and out into the middle of the stage, the sack held behind her, and turned to face the crowd.

“My name is Pandora Atheneus Andromaeche Helena, daughter of the House…the great House of Prometheus.”

She heard a few whispers and a loud hoot.

“You all know the story,” she plunged on, “of how my father stole fire from Zeus and brought it down to earth so that mankind could be warm and safe. And you know of my father’s horrible punishment. But there was a second part to his punishment that you do not know about. Something that my father never talks about because it is so terrible that many of you will…faint. And because that’s just my dad.”

Several girls stopped whispering.

“Zeus gave my father a box containing,” she paused, “all of the misery of the world.”

The teachers began staring at her strangely.

“Each of the great Olympians put something really bad into the box and they gave it to my dad for safekeeping. If the box is ever opened, plagues of every kind will…will…fly out and torment each of you for the rest of your lives. Your skin will bubble. Your hair will fall out. Wild beasts will eat you in your sleep. It will hail everyday and there will be lots of floods. And, there will be nothing you can do but cry and beseech the gods. Nothing!”

In one swift motion she brought the sack out from behind her back, withdrew the box and lifted it high over her head.

“And they’re all in here!”

Art by Abigail Larson.