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    A Fit of Artistic Enthusiasm Perfume Oil

    Inspired by Gris Grimly’s illustrations for the Oblong Box.

    Electric jolts of mania: a salt-crusted coffin bobbing through tumultuous ocean

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    Little Sister is Watching You Perfume Oil

    A voice on the airwaves: electric, aldehydic cherry blossom.

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    Mr. Qubit Perfume Oil

    An eccentric genius and leader of the superhero team The Paradigm, Qubit can meld and shape technology with a gesture, allowing him to create whatever he can envision.

    Gleaming metal, electrical discharge, and a whiff of tinny cologne.

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  • Nyarlathotep Perfume Oil

    And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences – of electricity and psychology – and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of a nightmare.

    Brooding, yet electric: the scent of buried secrets, roiling nightmares, the essence of the Crawling Chaos, the Father of Knives and Locusts, the Hunter in the Dark. This is the blackest of ritual incenses charged with flashes of ozone.

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