{"product_id":"byronic-antihero","title":"Byronic Antihero Beard Oil","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eBYRONIC ANTIHERO BEARD OIL\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cblockquote\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eHe stood – some dread was on his face,\u003cbr\u003eSoon Hatred settled in its place:\u003cbr\u003eIt rose not with the reddening flush\u003cbr\u003eOf transient Anger’s hasty blush,\u003cbr\u003eBut pale as marble o’er the tomb,\u003cbr\u003eWhose ghastly whiteness aids its gloom.\u003cbr\u003eHis brow was bent, his eye was glazed;\u003cbr\u003eHe raised his arm, and fiercely raised,\u003cbr\u003eAnd sternly shook his hand on high,\u003cbr\u003eAs doubting to return or fly;\u003cbr\u003eImpatient of his flight delay’d,\u003cbr\u003eHere loud his raven charger neigh’d —\u003cbr\u003eDown glanced that hand, and grasp’d his blade;\u003cbr\u003eThat sound had burst his waking dream,\u003cbr\u003eAs Slumber starts at owlet’s scream,\u003cbr\u003eThe spur hath lanced his courser’s sides;\u003cbr\u003eAway, away, for life he rides:\u003cbr\u003eSwift as the hurl’d on high jerreed\u003cbr\u003eSprings to the touch his startled steed:\u003cbr\u003eThe rock is doubled, and the shore\u003cbr\u003eShakes with the clattering tramp no more:\u003cbr\u003eThe crag is won, no more is seen\u003cbr\u003eHis Christian crest and haughty mien.\u003cbr\u003e‘T was but an instant he restrain’d\u003cbr\u003eThat fiery barb so sternly rein’d;\u003cbr\u003e‘T was but a moment that he stood,\u003cbr\u003eThen sped as if by death pursued;\u003cbr\u003eBut in that instant o’er his soul\u003cbr\u003eWinters of Memory seem’d to roll,\u003cbr\u003eAnd gather in that drop of time\u003cbr\u003eA life of pain, an age of crime.\u003cbr\u003eO’er him who loves, or hates, or fears,\u003cbr\u003eSuch moment pours the grief of years:\u003cbr\u003eWhat felt he then, at once opprest\u003cbr\u003eBy all that most distracts the breast?\u003cbr\u003eThat pause, which ponder’d o’er his fate,\u003cbr\u003eOh, who its dreary length shall date !\u003cbr\u003eThough in Time’s record nearly nought,\u003cbr\u003eIt was Eternity to Thought !\u003cbr\u003eFor infinite as boundless space\u003cbr\u003eThe thought that Conscience must embrace,\u003cbr\u003eWhich in itself can comprehend\u003cbr\u003eWoe without name, or hope, or end.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e– The Giaour, Lord Byron\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/blockquote\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003eAn aristocratic cologne of titanic passions, moody and brooding. This scent is dark with disillusionment and cynicism: a Victorian fougère and a dashing carnation boutonniere tainted by a cloud of khus, yew, and patchouli.\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"An aristocratic cologne of titanic passions, moody and brooding. This scent is dark with disillusionment and cynicism: a Victorian fougère and a dashing carnation boutonniere tainted by a cloud of khus, yew, and patchouli.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45606552436892,"sku":"BeardByronic","price":22.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0716\/7891\/8812\/files\/beard-oil-WEB-NAME-byronic-antih.jpg?v=1770670796","url":"https:\/\/blackphoenixalchemylab.com\/products\/byronic-antihero","provider":"Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab","version":"1.0","type":"link"}