• Aelopile Perfume Oil

    Smoldering coals heat the device from below, and steam hisses through two curved pipes, rotating the shining brass sphere.

    Glowing amber and citrus, labdanum, verbena, cedar, and oud.

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    Generation Spooky Perfume Oil

    Lilith has been a devout Billie Eilish fan for some years now, so it seemed fitting that this should be Lilith’s first major concert. The show was phenomenal: the production itself was breathtaking, and Billie Eilish is a fantastic performer who really, truly knows how to connect with her audience. Lilith was ENTRANCED.

    The whole experience really opened my eyes to who Gen Z is: a generation formed in the throes of horrific violence, born without innocence but steeped in compassion. They are profoundly dark, but without the cynicism of their Gen X predecessors. These kids are unimaginably powerful – forged in fire – and possessed of an empathy, open-mindedness, and tolerance that the rest of us can only begin to imagine. They are the gothest generation – a legion of dark stars – and they will likely save us all.

    They will be the best of us.

    A perfume for the creepy kids, the iconoclasts, the revolutionaries: blackcurrant, cistus, blackened sugar, and oud.

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  • Half-Elf Perfume Oil

    White sandalwood, beeswax, white tea leaf, oud, and a hint of sophisticated urban musk.

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    Jareth Perfume Oil

    “I ask for so little.
    Just let me rule you…
    and you can have everything that you want.

    Just fear me…
    …love me…
    …do as I say and I will be your slave.”

    Ethereal lilac fougere and gleaming leather with ti leaf, tonka absolute, white musk, and oudh.

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  • Like Ghosts the Shadows Rise and Fall Perfume Oil

    Above the closed and fringéd lid
    ‘Neath which thy slumb’ring soul lies hid,
    That, o’er the floor and down the wall,
    Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!

    Indian jasmine, 7-year aged patchouli, sweet vetiver, oud, and amber incense.

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    Mastermind Perfume Oil

    Inspired 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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    Nimue the Blood Queen Perfume Oil

    Revenge is the only sustenance I require. Unearthly dark beauty, utterly haunting: a haze of purple poisons, precious oud, black plum, dried black cherries, smoky vegetal musk, and incense.

    Hellboy in Theaters Now.

    Motion Picture Artwork © 2019 Summit Entertainment, LLC. All Rights Reserved

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  • Art for Shells by Bartolomeo Bimbi

    Shells Perfume Oil

    Bartolomeo Bimbi

    Crushed pearls, shimmering birch, and pink abalone draped in a thick, velvet mantle of russet musk, peru balsam, tonka bean, labdanum, and oud.

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    Snooty Rose Perfume Oil

    `It isn’t manners for us to begin, you know,’ said the Rose, `and I really was wondering when you’d speak! Said I to myself, “Her face has got some sense in it, thought it’s not a clever one!” Still, you’re the right colour, and that goes a long way.’ 

    `I don’t care about the colour,’ the Tiger-lily remarked. `If only her petals curled up a little more, she’d be all right.’ 

    Alice didn’t like being criticised, so she began asking questions. `Aren’t you sometimes frightened at being planted out here, with nobody to take care of you?’ 

    `There’s the tree in the middle,’ said the Rose: `what else is it good for?’ 

    `But what could it do, if any danger came?’ Alice asked.

    Red rose, oud, plum, bergamot, and red sandalwood.

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  • Teapot Full of Angst Perfume Oil

    A Christmas greeting with blargghhhh


    Big mood. Black tea with vetiver, almond, black patchouli, tobacco absolute, bitter lemon peel, and oud.

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    The Empty Coffin Perfume Oil

    I drew near and looked. The coffin was empty.

    It was certainly a surprise to me, and gave me a considerable shock, but Van Helsing was unmoved. He was now more sure than ever of his ground, and so emboldened to proceed in his task. “Are you satisfied now, friend John?” he asked.

    I felt all the dogged argumentativeness of my nature awake within me as I answered him:

    “I am satisfied that Lucy’s body is not in that coffin; but that only proves one thing.”

    “And what is that, friend John?”

    “That it is not there.”

    Dead roses, oud blanc, and white sandalwood.

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    The Harlot’s House Perfume Oil

    We caught the tread of dancing feet,
    We loitered down the moonlit street,
    And stopped beneath the harlot’s house.

    Inside, above the din and fray,
    We heard the loud musicians play
    The “Treues Liebes Herz” of Strauss.

    Like strange mechanical grotesques,
    Making fantastic arabesques,
    The shadows raced across the blind.

    We watched the ghostly dancers spin
    To sound of horn and violin,
    Like black leaves wheeling in the wind.

    Like wire-pulled automatons,
    Slim silhouetted skeletons
    Went sidling through the slow quadrille.

    The took each other by the hand,
    And danced a stately saraband;
    Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.

    Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
    A phantom lover to her breast,
    Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.

    Sometimes a horrible marionette
    Came out, and smoked its cigarette
    Upon the steps like a live thing.

    Then, turning to my love, I said,
    “The dead are dancing with the dead,
    The dust is whirling with the dust.”

    But she–she heard the violin,
    And left my side, and entered in:
    Love passed into the house of lust.

    Then suddenly the tune went false,
    The dancers wearied of the waltz,
    The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.

    And down the long and silent street,
    The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
    Crept like a frightened girl.

    The dead are dancing with the dead, the dust is whirling with the dust: angel’s trumpet, violet, white sandalwood, oude, copaiba balsam, angelica, white tea, olibanum, and oakmoss.

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  • The Haunted Mill Perfume Oil

    A sad instance of giving way to superstitious fears occurred on Friday last week at Newport. It would appear, from what our reporter has gathered, that a shadow has been cast on an oak fence which runs by the side of a large windmill, representing a death’s head and cross-bones. This shadow was only to be seen occasionally, and a report was current that the mill was haunted, some dreadful crime having been committed within its precincts. On Friday night Robert Pugh and James Owen, two working men, were so alarmed at the appearance of the ghastly shadow that, after a few moments of suspense, they both fled precipitately from the spot. The effect on Pugh was of a most serious nature. His mind has become affected, and the chances are that he will never recover his reason.

    – Illustrated Police News, 17 February 1877

    A quiver of boot leather, a forbidding shadow of patchouli, poppy tar, and oud against a backdrop of worn oak panels.

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  • BPAL brimstone logo with the text the Instinct of Hope

    The Instinct of Hope Perfume Oil

    Is there another world for this frail dust
    To warm with life and be itself again?
    Something about me daily speaks there must,
    And why should instinct nourish hopes in vain?
    ‘Tis nature’s prophesy that such will be,
    And everything seems struggling to explain
    The close sealed volume of its mystery.
    Time wandering onward keeps its usual pace
    As seeming anxious of eternity,
    To meet that calm and find a resting place.
    E’en the small violet feels a future power
    And waits each year renewing blooms to bring,
    And surely man is no inferior flower
    To die unworthy of a second spring?

    – Hohn Clare

    A melancholy violet oud with dry cedarwood, cognac, and tolu balsam.

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  • Perfume label text reads THE LOVE OF BARE NOVEMBER DAYS

    The Love of Bare November Days Perfume Oil

    Not yesterday I learned to know

      The love of bare November days

    Before the coming of the snow,

    But it were vain to tell her so,

      And they are better for her praise.


    Black cypress, ink-black musk, oud, beech bark, labdanum, and peru balsam against a backdrop of pale grey musk. The first flurries of snow shiver in the distance.

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