• A Demon and Her Unholy Basketball Perfume Oil

    Last Halloween, Lilith and her best friend decided to dress up as their own interpretations of the meanings of their names. Her best friend dressed up as a warrior queen, and Lil said that dressing up as the First Woman would be too hard to explain. So she dolled up as a demon.

    Pumpkin sugar, red musk, and a puff of brimstone.

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    Dainty Sulphur Perfume Oil

    Drifting low to the ground, this tiny, tough butterfly searches for nectar and mates in vacant lots and coastal flats.

    Orange blossom and brimstone.

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    Demon Goggles Perfume Oil

    Infernal pacts always seem like a better idea after a few drinks: bourbon, sweet tobacco, brimstone, weed accord, and khus.

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  • Diese Dumpfen Pfaffenchristen Perfume Oil

    Diese dumpfen Pfaffenchristen,
    Laßt uns keck sie überlisten!
    Mit dem Teufel, den sie fabeln,
    Wollen wir sie selbst erschrecken.
    Kommt! Mit Zacken und mit Gabeln
    Und mit Glut und Klapperstöcken
    Lärmen wir bei nächtger Weile
    Durch die engen Felsenstrecken.
    Kauz und Eule
    Heul in unser Rundgeheule!

    Let us in a cunning wise,
    Yon dull Christian priests surprise!
    With the devil of their talk
    We’ll those very priests confound.
    Come with prong and come with fork,
    Raise a wild and rattling sound
    Through the livelong night, and prowl
    All the rocky passes round.
    Screech-owl, owl,
    Join in chorus with our howl!

    A diabolical surprise: red musk, black leather, rusted pitchfork prongs, brimstone incense, fir needle, crushed pinecones, petitgrain and patchouli.

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    Hastur Perfume Oil

    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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    He’d Been an Angel Once Perfume Oil

    He’d been an angel once. He hadn’t meant to Fall. He’d just hung around with the wrong people.

    Sauntering into perdition: leather and smoky musk, damask rose, incense, brimstone, and vetiver.

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    Hellboy Perfume Oil

    Aftershave, candy wrappers, brimstone, and cat.

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    She Sauntered Vaguely Downwards Perfume Oil

    Lilith is in love with Good Omens. She’s in love with the book, and she’s in love with the show. While she adores Aziraphale, she identifies more strongly with Crowley. She admires his nerve, his devotion to Aziraphale, and she is delighted by his sense of humor. This year at DragonCon, she cosplayed Crowley with Chrissy (while Ted, Brian, and I were nuns and priests from the Chattering Order of St. Beryl – thank you, Jenny!), and as a birthday gift to her, I got her a photo op with David Tennant – who is /also/ her favorite Doctor.

    A scent for a tiny demoness: sugar and red musk with pink pepper, cotton candy, and a poof of brimstone.

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    The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast That is Called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness Perfume Oil

    “Is that him?” said Sister Mary, staring at the baby. “Only I’d expected funny eyes. Red, or green. Or teensy-weensy little hoofikins. Or a widdle tail.” She turned him around as she spoke. No horns either. The Devil’s child looked ominously normal.

    “Yes, that’s him,” said Crowley.

    “Fancy me holding the Antichrist,” said Sister Mary. “And bathing the Antichrist. And counting his little toesy-wosies…”

    Baby powder, goat’s milk, and a distant whiff of brimstone.

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    The Chapel Perfume Oil

    You come to a building that seems to have been hastily erected from splintered wood, stone, and plaster. Flickering light from within sparkles out through blood-tinged chunks of glass that have been wedged into the arch entrance. You push open the thick velvet curtain that covers the mouth of the building and look inside. The chapel is small and cramped, and the air is thick with heavy incense, bitter wine, sulphur, and the coppery scent of blood. A massive stained glass window is set against the back wall, glowing brightly.

    In the center of the room, a groveling figure is crouched before a woman draped in purple-black clerical robes. The woman’s eyes are filled with righteous hellfire, and she extends a hand in benediction to the man who has fallen prostrate at her feet. He murmurs, “Libera Te Ex Caelum”, and she gestures for him to rise. As he gets to his knees he winces in pain and moans in a strange expression of ecstasy, and you see small horns growing from his skull.

    Black incense, bitter wine, brimstone, bile, and blood.

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  • Tiefling Therapist Perfume Oil

    A soothing, centering blend of white and red sandalwood, champaca attar, frankincense, and brimstone.

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  • Witches’ Kitchen Perfume Oil

    Frans Francken the Younger

    Bourbon tobacco absolute, nagarmotha, vetiver, tomato leaf, gunpowder, yarrow stalks, brimstone, vervain, seared leather, and castoreum accord.

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