A mournful, poignant scent, thick with foreboding. Soft golden amber darkened with a touch of murky black musk.
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial
LetitiaGabrielle – November 15, 2017
I purchased a full size bottle on a whim. Very dark, thick, and sensual. It does burn my skin a little whenever I wear it, but not enough to deter me from wearing it.
littlejackal – September 13, 2017
A warm citrus scent with a hint of incense. Not exactly my style of fragrance, but it’s certainly intriguing. At first it’s a little overwhelmingly sweet on me, but luckily, this dies down over time.
jhooper12 – March 29, 2017
This is by far my favorite scent. In the bottle, oddly enough the scent reminds me of flat Coca Cola. When wearing it has a pleasant, sweet smell. After a couple hours there’s more of a hint of lemon.
arachnesweave – October 24, 2016
When I first dab this perfume it smells quite pungent. That’s most likely the lemon. For some reason very shortly after I apply Haunted it smells like play-doh on me. Whenever I ask my husband if it smells like play-doh he says not at all, so that’s a mystery to me. He’s always to quick to point out how good it smells…As it continues to dry down I get the most wonderful, musky, sweet amber with the lemon lingering ever so slightly on my skin. Haunted goes through quite a few stages for me and I guess that’s what makes it so intriguing. It’s lasts forever on my skin, but wears close. I have this weird fascination with Haunted and will always own a bottle.
dementia_divine – September 14, 2015
In the imp: Exactly as the description says – amber and black musk.
Wet: The combination of these two notes is lovely. I’m getting more of the musk than the amber on me at this point. The black musk note does have a strong lemon-y aspect to it, but that usually goes away after it has been on my skin for a while. The amber note increases in strength as the scent begins its drydown.
Dry: The amber note reigns now, and the black musk note has calmed down and lost its lemon-y vibe.
Verdict: I really like the amber in this one (which I believe is the same one featured in The Butterfly). I will be keeping my imp, but I don’t think I need a bottle of this (unless I somehow end up going through my imp really quickly).
Witold – April 29, 2015
Oh! I adore Haunted. It’s a little heavier scent full of mystery and sensuality. It reminds me of a gypsy or a fortune-teller, someone with a strong character. When I put it on I feel seductively and confident.
Gloame – April 7, 2015
This is a very dark, sensual scent. It smells ghostly and antique.
Sara – June 14, 2014
the amber is so warm and smoky and rich and the myrrh is sweet and dark. romantic, lovely.
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An allegorical expression of the ineffable, indisputable triumph of death, generally expressed in medieval artwork as a violin or flute-wielding skeleton leading a procession of dancers to their graves. Black cypress with oakmoss, frankincense, oude, and a sliver of toasted hazelnut.
This is the captured scent of a cold, moonless night, lost deep within the darkest wood. Haunting and desolate, this scent evokes images of fairy tale tragedy and half-remembered nightmares. Thick, viscous pine with ambergris, black musk, juniper and cypress.
An enigmatic, otherworldly scent, brimming with power and mystery.
Lavender and jasmine, with a touch of glowing honeysuckle.
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
“Shall I have naught that is fair?” Saith he;
“Having naught but the bearded grain?
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
I will give them all back again,”
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eye,
He kissed their drooping leaves;
It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves.
“My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,”
The Reaper said, and smiled:
“Dear tokens of the earth are they,
Where he was once a child.”
“They shall all bloom in fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear.”
And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love:
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.
O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
‘Twas an angel visited the green earth,
And took the flowers away.
A funereal bouquet laid on cemetery grass: longiflorum lilies, white rose, chrysanthemum, and carnation.