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  It was the secrets of heaven and earth that I desired to learn; and whether it was the outward substance of things or the inner spirit of nature and the mysterious soul of man that occupied me, still my inquiries were directed to the metaphysical, or in its highest sense, the physical secrets of the world.

  The scent of absinthe, lightning, stormclouds, and laudanum crashing through a veil of soft Victorian perfume.

  Illustrated by Abigail Larson.
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  Proverbs 24:11-12 Perfume Oil

  Rescue those who are being taken away to death; hold back those who are stumbling to the slaughter. If you say, “Behold, we did not know this,” does not he who weighs the heart perceive it? Does not he who keeps watch over your soul know it, and will he not repay man according to his work?

  Blackened oudh, leather, labdanum, and oakmoss.

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  Lady Death: Savage Perfume Oil

  Lady Death in all her savage glory: an unrelenting supernatural warrior witch!

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  Hastur Perfume Oil

  It wasn’t a dark and stormy night.

  It should have been, but that’s the weather for you. For every mad scientist who’s had a convienient thunderstorm just on the night his Great Work is finished and lying on the slab, there have been dozens who’ve sat around aimlessly under the peaceful stars while Igor racks up the overtime.

  But don’t let the fog (with rain later, temperatures dropping to around forty-five degrees) give anyone a false sense of security. Just because it’s a mild night doesn’t mean that dark forces aren’t abroad. They’re abroad all the time. They’re everywhere.

  They always are. That’s the whole point.

  Two of them lurked in a ruined graveyard. Two shadowy figures, one hunched and squat, the other lean and menacing, both of them Olympic-grade lurkers. If Bruce Springsteen had ever recorded “Born to Lurk,” these two would have been on the album cover. They had been lurking in the fog for over an hour now, but they had been pacing themselves and could lurk for the rest of the night if necessary, with still enough sullen menace left for a final burst of lurking around dawn.

  Finally, after another twenty minutes, one of them said: “Bugger this for a lark. He should have been here hours ago.”

  The speaker’s name was Hastur. He was a Duke of Hell.

  Smoky-sour labdanum, black patchouli, wet tobacco, and brimstone.

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