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  Erebos Home & Linen Spray

  Thus saying, from her side the fatal Key,

  Sad instrument of all our woe, she took;

  And towards the Gate rouling her bestial train,

  Forthwith the huge Porcullis high up drew,

  Which but her self not all the Stygian powers

  Could once have mov’d; then in the key-hole turns

  Th’ intricate wards, and every Bolt and Bar

  Of massie Iron or sollid Rock with ease

  Unfast’ns: on a sudden op’n flie

  With impetuous recoile and jarring sound

  Th’ infernal dores, and on thir hinges great

  Harsh Thunder, that the lowest bottom shook

  Of Erebus. She op’nd, but to shut

  Excel’d her power; the Gates wide op’n stood,

  That with extended wings a Bannerd Host

  Under spread Ensigns marching might pass through

  With Horse and Chariots rankt in loose array;

  So wide they stood, and like a Furnace mouth

  Cast forth redounding smoak and ruddy flame.

  Before thir eyes in sudden view appear

  The secrets of the hoarie deep, a dark

  Illimitable Ocean without bound,

  Without dimension, where length, breadth, and highth,

  And time and place are lost; where eldest Night

  And Chaos, Ancestors of Nature, hold

  Eternal Anarchie, amidst the noise

  Of endless warrs and by confusion stand.

   

  Solace in darkness, the personification of shadow: lavender, black vanilla, white melon, night-blooming jasmine, rose, cedar, cyclamen, violet, and hyacinth.

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  Nocturne Perfume Oil

  An olfactory serenede. A somber, contemplative scent — dreamy and subdued. Deepest violet touched with lilac and tuberose.

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  In the Darkness They Murmured and Mingled Perfume Oil

  And they laughed, changing hands in the measure,

  And they mixed and made peace after strife;

  Pain melted in tears, and was pleasure;

  Death tingled with blood, and was life.

  Like lovers they melted and tingled,

  In the dusk of thine innermost fane;

  In the darkness they murmured and mingled,

  Our Lady of Pain.

   

  Labdanum, black plum, black currant, violet, and champaca flower.

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  The Hourglass Perfume Oil

  “I feel like all the sands are at the bottom of the hourglass.”
  “Turn it over, then.”

  The white roses and orange blossoms of hope penetrating despair’s black fog of opoponax, black myrrh, bruised violet, clove, funereal lily, and grief-struck carrot seed.

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