Cheshire Cat Perfume OilSelect Options
Grapefruit, red currant, dark musk, Roman chamomile, delphinium, and lavender.
Exorcist Perfume OilAdd to cart
Inspired by the character BRIAN LI SUNG.
Christine’s lover who, in the aftermath of her violent death, becomes haunted and possessed by what he sees as the “entity” of Grendel.
A refined lilac fougère with frankincense, labdanum, styrax, and dark musk.
Hellfire Perfume OilSelect Options
A scent celebrating Sir Francis Dashwood’s Order of the Knights of St. Francis of Wycombe, also known as the Hellfire Club. A swirl of pipe tobacco, hot leather, ambergris, dark musk and the lingering incense smoke from their Black Mass.
Melisande, the Puppet Mistress Perfume OilAdd to cart
Behind the diminutive stage, the puppet mistress stands, a pale and grinning Professor, the Lady of Chaos. Her hands are tangled in web-like strings; a swazzle peeks through her violet lips. Behind her, you see a wavering image, with all the vague haziness of a mirage: a leaping coyote, a flame-haired and scarred Norseman, a glittering golden spider, a laughing monkey, a leering satyr, a shadowy flutist, and an African youth dressed in black and red.
Jasmine sambac, dark musk, violet water, vanilla bean and mimosa.
Oblivion Perfume OilSelect Options
Salvation found in darkness beyond darkness, the blessed sleep of nothingness. Dark musk, wood spice, labdanum, patchouli, dark African woods, and saffron.
Pumpkin Musk and Black Oudh Perfume OilOut of Stock
A strangely romantic, disturbingly erotic perfume.
Titus Andronicus Perfume OilSelect Options
Dark musk and black amber with frankincense, red sandalwood, neroli and bergamot.
We Cared About Such Different Things Perfume OilAdd to cart
“I have a brother. They say, you put us together, we are like one person, you know? When we are young, his hair, it is very blond, very light, his eyes are blue, and people say, he is the good one. And my hair it is very dark, darker than yours even, and people say I am the rogue, you know? I am the bad one. And now time passes, and my hair is gray. His hair, too, I think, is gray. And you look at us, you would not know who was light, who was dark.”
“Were you close?” asked Shadow.
“Close?” asked Czernobog. “No. How could we be? We cared about such different things.”
You would not know who was light, who was dark: iron and amber, gold-limned white musk and ink-gloomed dark musk.