PERFUME OIL BLENDS
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Deep In Earth Perfume Oil
$4.60 – $19.75
Deep in earth my love is lying
And I must weep alone.
Rose geranium, Spanish moss, Irish yew, and graveyard dirt.
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Add to cartHe had stepped over the precipice. There was no going back. In his imagination, he could already feel the prick of needle-sharp fangs in his neck, a sharp prelude to eternal life.
The sound began. It was low and sad, like the rushing of an underground river. It took him several long seconds to recognize it as laughter.
“This is not life,” said the voice.
It said nothing more, and after a while the young man knew he was alone in the graveyard.
Apple blossom, peppermint, allspice, and yellow sandalwood speckled with grave loam and clods of grave dirt.
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Dance of Death Perfume Oil
Select OptionsCarrying bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves,
Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves
With all the careless and high-stepping grace,
And the extravagant courtesan’s thin face.Was slimmer waist e’er in a ball-room wooed?
Her floating robe, in royal amplitude,
Falls in deep folds around a dry foot, shod
With a bright flower-like shoe that gems the sod.The swarms that hum about her collar-bones
As the lascivious streams caress the stones,
Conceal from every scornful jest that flies,
Her gloomy beauty; and her fathomless eyesAre made of shade and void; with flowery sprays
Her skull is wreathed artistically, and sways,
Feeble and weak, on her frail vertebrae.
O charm of nothing decked in folly! theyWho laugh and name you a Caricature,
They see not, they whom flesh and blood allure,
The nameless grace of every bleached, bare bone,
That is most dear to me, tall skeleton!Come you to trouble with your potent sneer
The feast of Life! or are you driven here,
To Pleasure’s Sabbath, by dead lusts that stir
And goad your moving corpse on with a spur?Or do you hope, when sing the violins,
And the pale candle-flame lights up our sins,
To drive some mocking nightmare far apart,
And cool the flame hell lighted in your heart?Fathomless well of fault and foolishness!
Eternal alembic of antique distress!
Still o’er the curved, white trellis of your sides
The sateless, wandering serpent curls and glides.And truth to tell, I fear lest you should find,
Among us here, no lover to your mind;
Which of these hearts beat for the smile you gave?
The charms of horror please none but the brave.Your eyes’ black gulf, where awful broodings stir,
Brings giddiness; the prudent reveller
Sees, while a horror grips him from beneath,
The eternal smile of thirty-two white teeth.For he who has not folded in his arms
A skeleton, nor fed on graveyard charms,
Recks not of furbelow, or paint, or scent,
When Horror comes the way that Beauty went.O irresistible, with fleshless face,
Say to these dancers in their dazzled race:
“Proud lovers with the paint above your bones,
Ye shall taste death, musk scented skeletons!Withered Antinoüs, dandies with plump faces,
Ye varnished cadavers, and grey Lovelaces,
Ye go to lands unknown and void of breath,
Drawn by the rumour of the Dance of Death.From Seine’s cold quays to Ganges’ burning stream,
The mortal troupes dance onward in a dream;
They do not see, within the opened sky,
The Angel’s sinister trumpet raised on high.In every clime and under every sun,
Death laughs at ye, mad mortals, as ye run;
And oft perfumes herself with myrrh, like ye
And mingles with your madness, irony!A gloriously elegant representation of Lady Death. Dry, bone-white orris, black musk, serpentine patchouli and our murkiest myrrh.
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caitlin8811 –
I was afraid the rose would be too overpowering, but on me the graveyard dirt is the star. And it truly smells like freshly upturned earth, wet from rain & tears. The rose & Spanish moss blend beautifully in the background and once dry, give off a softly beguiling scent that is truly enchanting. I’ve never had so many people ask about my fragrance! A full size bottle is in my future for sure.
vampireleniore –
This is one of my favorites. I think this is my favorite graveyard dirt scent from BPAL. I have had people tell me it smells like a rose perfume, but I definitely smell the graveyard dirt note. It is very light on me, but not so much that I have to reapply it often. It hangs close to my skin. I am in love with this. It’s romantic, dark, vampiric, stimulates my imagination, and just screams my name.
Amber –
I received a sample imp of this and I could not be happier. This is exactly the kind of scent that I’ve been searching for. For some reason, the only way I can describe it is that it’s a horrific, gothic romance. Like a funeral in the rain– gorgeous. The notes of the florals and moist soil are very strong, but rather than competing with one another, they’ve run off and gotten married. They truly bring out the best that both have to offer. I will be back to purchase the full size! It’s absolutely beautiful!
Bridget –
I got an imp of this with the Earth collection and I love it! It has a definite “wet dirt” smell in the bottle that hits you first, then a dead rose smell after. On the skin the rose smell becomes soapy but isn’t unpleasant. A very clean scent that is subtle once it dries.
TarynPage –
I love, love this scent in the imp. Smells just like earth with dried flowers sprinkled over the top. Reminds me a bit of old soapy roses. I smell the moss and darker notes more in the vial. On my skin, however, it starts smelling a little more like the perfumes my grandmothers used to wear.
Jar: Soil and dried flowers. Soapy and a little bit like soil drying in the sun.
On *my* skin: Becomes much more floral on my skin. Less dark and more rosy. Old-fashioned and brittle.
Emily –
This is a very interesting scent, it smells very strongly of funeral flowers and freshly tread upon mud. It is a very dark and almost sad scent which I really like.
abovezenith –
This is one of the most beautiful scents and one I most remember about BPAL. It smells like wet soil, and with the floral notes, reminds me of gardening all day. It has a tone of dark romance to it as well that’s hard to describe. Like I said, one of my favorites.
Cherry_Faery –
I have the imp of this one and I am surprised by the scent of this. In the bottle, it made me feel a bit cautious because I caught the floral smell first and I was worried that it would over power everything. When it was first on my skin, it definitely had more of the earthy quality that I was looking for and the florals were strong but not overwhelming. I’m pleasantly surprised to find that the moss smell does pop out after and blend everything together in a way that smells exactly like the wet cemeteries that I used to work in.
luxdancer –
Wet: Earthy, it definitely has that dirt smell, though with the weird buzzing note that I associate with synthetic scents. After a second sniff, I can catch the florals. On my skin, the florals come out first, with the earthy smell as an undernote.
Dry: Mostly florals, with the faintest hint of the earthy smell. Not something I would wear regularly, though the earthy note may be a good character scent.
Sara –
As BPAL “dirt” scents go, this is in the same family as Penny Dreadful and Zombi – dark, moist earth combined with soft, mournful flowers. I’m not sure what rose geranium smells like, but I definitely smell florals. There’s also something wet and salty, like the sea. Maybe the moss causes this slightly aquatic note. I like it, but the sweetly perfumed Penny Dreadful remains my favorite dirt blend.