Coffee
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Black Phoenix Coffee Mug
Out of StockAt Black Phoenix, we love coffee. We also love tea. We love caffeine so much that our sweat could give you a buzz.
In order to accommodate our caffeine needs, we now carry humongous 20oz mugs. It’s the next best thing to an IV drip.
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Café Mille et une Nuits Perfume Oil
Add to cartShisha and thick coffee brewed with cardamom pods, cinnamon, clove, black pepper, and nutmeg.
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Kobold Barista Perfume Oil
Select Options This product has multiple variants. The options may be chosen on the product pageDungeoneering is exhausting, and sometimes the watered-down ale at the local tavern just slows you down. Before you head out on your next adventure, slather yourself in this fiery brew: freshly brewed coffee with ginger, nutmeg, cardamom, black pepper, cloves, cinnamon, and cream.
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Lordy Perfume Oil
Add to cartFor the folksy FBI agent in your life. Reminiscent of a classic 1950’s men’s cologne with a shuffle of paper, a briefcase-snap of black leather, and yesterday’s cold coffee.
Proceeds benefit the American Civil Liberties Union.
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Mr. Prenderghast Perfume Oil
Add to cartSweet cigar smoke, brown wool, Old Furry Touk accord, and a little bit of coffee.
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The Jeweled Spider Perfume Oil
Out of StockHe was looking at Mr. Nancy, an old black man with a pencil mustache, in his check sports jacket and his lemon-yellow gloves, riding a carousel lion as it rose and lowered, high in the air; and, at the same time, in the same place, he saw a jeweled spider as high as a horse, its eyes an emerald nebula, strutting, staring down at him; and simultaneously he was looking at an extraordinarily tall man with teak-colored skin and three sets of arms, wearing a flowing ostrich-feather headdress, his face painted with red stripes, riding an irritated golden lion, two of his six hands holding on tightly to the beast’s mane; and he was also seeing a young black boy, dressed in rags, his left foot all swollen and crawling with blackflies; and last of all, and behind all these things, Shadow was looking at a tiny brown spider, hiding under a withered ocher leaf.
Shadow saw all these things, and he knew they were the same thing.
“If you don’t close your mouth,” said the many things that were Mr. Nancy, “somethin’s goin’ to fly in there.”
Cigarillo smoke, spatters of ice cream sundae, a supersized mug of coffee, a pile of fruit, and a little bit of curried goat.
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Zorya Utrennyaya Perfume Oil
Out of Stock“Why you are standing at the door?” asked a woman’s voice. Shadow looked over Czernobog’s shoulder, at the old woman standing behind him. She was smaller and frailer than her sister, but her hair was long and still golden. “I am Zorya Utrennyaya,” she said. “You must not stand there in the hall. You must go in, sit down. I will bring you coffee.”
Sweet black coffee and a touch of ambrette seed.