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A Sorceress Perfume Oil
Out of StockJohn Duncan
Black silk, golden thread, skin musk, white sandalwood, vanilla dust, red lotus absolute, tonka absolute, serpent scale accord, and black amber.
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All Head, All Spine, All Limb, All Loin Perfume Oil
Out of StockSnake Oil and green musk, black leather, black amber, ambergris accord, sandalwood incense, and oily black musk.
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Azathoth Perfume Oil
Select OptionsThe Daemon Sultan, Seething Nuclear Chaos
…that last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the centre of all infinity — the boundless daemon-sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin, monotonous whine of accursed flutes; to which detestable pounding and piping dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic ultimate gods, the blind, voiceless, tenebrous, mindless Other Gods whose soul and messenger is the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep.
Azathoth is the blind, idiot god who sits on a black throne at the center of Chaos. His scent is high-pitched and screeching, both impenetrably dark and searingly bright with the clarity of madness: tangerine, saffron, vetiver, black amber and cedarwood.
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Doc Constantine Perfume Oil
Add to cartAs you pass the tiny stage, you come across a large canvas tent, illuminated within, the exterior dotted with odd splatters. In front of the tent stands a scorched wooden cart covered in a jumble of bottles, jars, vials and twisted steel implements, and an elaborate, gold-gilded sign reads:
“Doc Constantine Cures What Ails Ye!
Liniments, salves, potions and elixirs for every malady of the body and spirit!”A scream splits the air, jarring you. You see shadows move jaggedly within the tent, there is another scream, and all is suddenly still and silent. After a long heartbeat, the door flap opens. A man steps out wearing a crystal-eyed schnabel mask in the style of medieval plague doctors, carmine streaking his sleeves, vest, and the blonde hair that crowns him. He pulls off the mask, and you see a handsome figure, almost beatific. He rolls a cigarette, lights it, takes a deep pull, and winks at you slyly as he gestures at the multitude of concoctions he has for sale. A bent crone, her body as bowed and knotty as an ancient oak, shuffles up to the wagon with rosy-cheeked, tow-headed maiden following her at a small distance. As she approaches the doctor, the crone gestures at herself, running a gnarled hand down her body in a sweeping movement, and casting a sideways glance at her grandchild. Smiling an angel’s smile, Doc Constantine hands the old woman a potion the color of cold, congealed blood. She drinks it quickly, gasping. Before your eyes her body shimmers and blurs, and a shower of dark sparks seems to engulf her. Where the crone stood, there is now a voluptuous, raven-haired vixen, vibrant, sensual, at the prime of her life and sexual vitality. Her shriek of joy is interrupted by another’s scream of shock: the rigors of age have not vanished; they have moved aside, and the young woman has aged horribly, taking on the crone’s burden.
Sheer musk, cedar smoke, fir needle, chaparral, black amber and leather.
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Ehon Tsuhi No Hinagata Perfume Oil
Add to cartOakmoss, tonka bean, black amber, green tea, hinoki wood, mandarin peel, and wild plum.
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Faiza, The Lady of Serpents Perfume Oil
Add to cartUpon the next stage, a primitive cage has been erected. It is made of heavy, dark sticks bound with strips of deep brown leather. The stage is as dark as pitch, and from the shadows, you hear soft hissing, spitting, and an ominous chorus of weird rattling sounds. You approach with some trepidation, and peer between the bars. Your attention is seized by writhing forms on the straw bottom of the cage. As your eyes adjust to the gloom, you realize that the floor is seething with serpents, dark and colorful, languid and large, swift and small. You hear a sultry chuckle, and you see bright, unblinking emerald eyes staring at you from the corner of the cage. A woman crawls through the snakes, her scaled body as sinuous and lissome as the creatures that share her home. She reaches towards you languorously with her sharp-clawed hands and sighs.
A sensual blend of twisting, exotic, serpentine oils: black amber, oakmoss, green sandalwood, bergamot, jasmine sambac, gardenia, orange pulp, black cardamom, vanilla, blackberry, black musk, blackened vanilla husk, white honey, ti leaf, and ginger.
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Fifth Lash Perfume Oil
Out of StockRed musk, black amber, red leather, teakwood, smoked lavender, and plum.
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Heksenbijeenkomst Perfume Oil
Out of StockFrans Francken the Younger
Black oud and wild plum, tobacco leaf, black amber, opium smoke, and myrrh tar.
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Iole Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe newcomer. The brains. Pensive and thoughtful. Small and frail, even now Iole sometimes can’t keep up as Pandy and Alcie stride through the market place or the olive orchards or swim in nearby lakes and rivers. But…but…she’s smart as a whip; often using big words when she speaks; not to show off, but only because her mighty mind can’t come up with anything smaller. Will gladly tutor in algebra and calculus!
A serious, studious scent: fig, night-blooming jasmine, red sandalwood, bourbon vanilla, oak bark, leather accord, and black amber.
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Kabuki Actor with Scroll Perfume Oil
Add to cartBlack champaca petals, Indonesian patchouli, teakwood, myrrh, red benzoin, cumin seed, ti leaf, vetiver, and black amber.
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Loviatar – Resurrected Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe Finnish Goddess of Agony, Torment and the joy found in inflicting pain on others. The Mistress of Torture, she has transformed in the modern era into the patron Goddess of Dominatrixes. The slap of slick, hot leather punctuates the warm, sensual embrace of black amber, red musk and dark, lascivious myrrh.
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Mastermind Perfume Oil
Add to cartInspired by the character HUNTER ROSE.
The first of the Grendel legacy, a stylish, best-selling author who leads a double life as a relentless assassin and all-powerful mob overlord.An elegant cologne of olibanum, opoponax, leather accord, black amber, bois de jasmine, cade wood, pale balsam, orange blossom, oudh, black plum, bourbon vanilla, and sandalwood.
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Mirror of the Famous Generals of Japan Perfume Oil
Out of StockLeather, black pepper, cassis, khus, and black amber.
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Moon When The Cherries Turn Black Perfume Oil
Out of StockIn my old home
Which I forsook, the cherries
Are in bloom.
– Kobayashi IssaInk-black cherries immersed in murky, gleaming black musk, threaded with dried blackcurrant, tobacco absolute, and smoked amber.
Art by Drew Rausch!
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Rogridiss Perfume Oil
Out of StockAn imp’s worth of Rogue stuffed into a 5ml of Bliss plopped into Black Rider‘s mother bottle.
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Scientist of Artistic Idleness Perfume Oil
Add to cartSharp, lazy, and opinionated: white sage, clove bud, black peppercorn, juniper berry, black amber, and silvered musk.
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Snake’s Tongue Perfume Oil
Out of StockHe lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,
And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,
And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment,
And stooped and drank a little more…Snake Oil with caramelized tobacco, davana, black amber, bourbon vanilla absolute, ambergris accord, oakmoss, and CO2 extract of oak wood.
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The Black Rider Perfume Oil
Select OptionsAs she stood there a third man on horseback came galloping up. His face was black, he was dressed all in black, and the horse he rode was coal-black. He galloped up to the gate of the hut and disappeared there as if he had sunk through the ground and at that moment the night came and the forest grew dark.
But it was not dark on the green lawn, for instantly the eyes of all the skulls on the wall were lighted up and shone till the place was as bright as day. When she saw this Vasilissa trembled so with fear that she could not run away.
Black leather, oppoponax, tobacco, and black amber.
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The Witch Bride Perfume Oil
Out of StockA fair witch crept to a young man’s side,
And he kiss’d her and took her for his bride.But a Shape came in at the dead of night,
And fill’d the room with snowy light.And he saw how in his arms there lay
A thing more frightful than mouth may say.And he rose in haste, and follow’d the Shape
Till morning crown’d an eastern cape.And he girded himself, and follow’d still
When sunset sainted the western hill.But, mocking and thwarting, clung to his side,
Weary day!-the foul Witch-Bride.(Aw, c’mon, Allingham. Foul is a pretty strong choice of words, dontcha think?)
Pale and lovely, with eyes belladonna-wide: hemlock blossoms and ghostly nightshade veiled by wisteria, white frankincense, black amber, and narcissus resin.
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Titus Andronicus Perfume Oil
Out of StockDark musk and black amber with frankincense, red sandalwood, neroli and bergamot.
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Witchecraft: Consulting a Book of Spells, Performing Various Rites Perfume Oil
Out of StockFrans Francken II
Candlewax, clove leaf, yellowed parchment, a cluster of mosses, incense resin, black pepper, cardamom, black amber, and ylang ylang.
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You Get What Anybody Gets – You Get a Lifetime Perfume Oil
Add to cartAn unimaginably ancient scent, older than time. The gentle, fluttering embrace of oblivion: myrrh and blackened champaca blossom, attar of oudh, black amber, Casmir wood, and dried fig.
Words by Neil Gaiman, art by David Mack.