Rust

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    Pericles Perfume Oil

    Whereby I see that Time’s the king of men,
    He’s both their parent, and he is their grave,
    And gives them what he will, not what they crave.

    A clang of rusted armor, a dark, metallic oudh, leather, and a splash of sea water.

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    skekNa the Slave Master Perfume Oil

    SkekNa the Slave Master remains silent most of the time, except for occasional sneers and hisses. His action is dominated by kicking, whipping, and herding little Podling slaves. Between meals, the Skeksis sought out skekNa the Slave Master for scraps to appease the raging hunger they always felt. SkekNa was purely and openly evil from the beginning, and without him the work of the Castle would never have been done.

    The essence of vile gluttony: an abundance of spices, sweet cakes, thick creams, and opulent liqueurs mixed with the scent of whip leather and rusted padlocks.

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    The Blockhead Perfume Oil

    Back out on the Midway, a huge, leather-clad man leans against a post. He smiles at you, guilelessly, baring a mouthful of sharpened teeth as he hammers huge rusted nails into his skull.

    Rusted metal, leather, and a pop of pink bubblegum.

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