Uncontrollable passion and insatiable sexual desire: red musk, patchouli, ylang ylang and myrrh.
Sin and Salvation
The Seven Deadly Sins
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
Lauren – April 14, 2018
I have had strangers chase me down through stores to discover this scent. People who hate patchouli tell me they can tell it has patchouli in it and even they love it!
melody1966 – October 31, 2017
I love this rich & soulful scent. I get compliments each time I wear it & I adore the scent myself.
laduciel – October 28, 2017
LOVE IT. Feminine, but sexy, not too sweet and girly. I got as an imp’s ear choice and THIS IS ONE I want a regular bottle of! It’s fun, doesn’t take itself too seriously, it’s an up for anything scent!
kelley.selah – September 23, 2017
I fell in love with this right away. It’s so exotic. Patchouli and ylang ylang go together so well and they have always stood out on me. I’ll always have this in my rotation.
mjanefh – July 19, 2017
I got this as an imp and I have a feeling there’s a bit of aging as the label is a little worn. At first, I didn’t think there would be much to this than the blood red I get from the get go. But I was wrong. This one lasts a long time (which is good) and ever so slowly fades against the myrrh and ylang-ylang. I don’t get the patchouli and that’s a good thing. I wonder how the bottle holds up? If it’s as good as this imp then, 5 stars!
larnbarn – June 2, 2017
I got an imps ear of this on the search for a signature scent. Musky scents tend to wear the best on me. While I was initially put off by the scent because it smelled pretty strongly of ylang ylang upon opening it, it grew muskier and the patchouli stood out over time once applied to my skin. I’m willing to entertain this one as an option in my search. I love the Fake News scent which has a denser, dewier musk on me as opposed the the lighter more floral musk that Lust has. I’m sad that Fake News is limited edition, but Lust is a good, albeit lighter alternative I’ll consider as a replacement.
Anaire – May 31, 2017
I bought this on impulse, but it ended up being one of my favorite summer perfumes. Red musk is predominant, but as it ages I get a lot more of the myrrh and ylang ylang. Incredibly sexy.
duxastrorum – February 26, 2017
Just got a sample of this and I’m absolutely in love with it. It smells wonderful fresh out of the bottle and it blossoms once on the skin. Definitely going g to be in my next order.
Donna – November 7, 2016
Got an imp of this. Very strong wet, but it mellows a bit once it dries on the skin and reminds me quite a bit of a new age shop I used to visit.
amanda – October 28, 2015
Hands down my favorite perfume of all time. I am a huge fan of patchouli, although ‘smoky’ scents do not wear well on me. Lust is the most perfect incense-y blend with a definite hippie vibe while still being sexy, sweet and feminine. I can’t tell you how many compliments I get on this one (even from those who typically HATE patchouli).
[email protected] – December 12, 2014
On me this is the feminine counterpart of Sin, with floral instead of wood and spice
Greer Muldoon – December 11, 2014
This is perfect (for me). Makes me lust after myself. I even add a few drops to unscented lotion to layer it on. Not one negative comment from those around me, just compliments. I love this scent. Love. It.
carlos – August 27, 2014
The name alone sold it for me. Then I looked at the scent notes. They are all favorites of mine. I usually don’t wear musk myself because it is pretty potent. But in this combination with Patchouli, Ylang Ylang, and Myrrh I rather enjoy it. The scents fade nicely on the skin after a few hours and you are left with the remnant scent of carniverous sex on a hot afternoon in the shade of palm trees in a Moroccan Riad. Delicious!
Jenna – May 3, 2014
Out of the bottle I do not immediately love this scent, smells sharp and really musky. On it smells a bit peppery and musk is strong, but this fades away in a few minutes. This is a deeper, muskier scent, my skin does well with musk and this smells nice on me. I know that my partner loves the smell of this one a lot, so even if it is not my favorite, people seem to love this one on me.
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Granddaughter of Helios, Hecate’s chosen: Medea was one of the greatest sorceresses of the ancient world. She is the embodiment of ruthless power, indomitable will and furious vengeance. Night-blooming cereus, black orchid, black currant and myrtle leaf enshrouded in the incense of Hecate’s cypress and myrrh, and the dark rage of magickal labdanum and intoxicating poppy.
My well-beloved was stripped. Knowing my whim,
She wore her tinkling gems, but naught besides:
And showed such pride as, while her luck betides,
A sultan’s favored slave may show to him.
When it lets off its lively, crackling sound,
This blazing blend of metal crossed with stone
Gives me an ecstasy I’ve only known
Where league of sound and lustre can be found.
She let herself be loved: then, drowsy-eyed,
Smiled down from her high couch in languid ease.
My love was deep and gentle as the seas
And rose to her as to a cliff the tide.
My own approval of each dreamy pose,
Like a tamed tiger, cunningly she sighted:
And candour, with lubricity united,
Gave piquancy to every one she chose.
Her limbs and hips, burnished with changing lustres
Before my eyes, clairvoyant and serene,
Swanned themselves, undulating in their sheen;
Her breasts and belly, of my vine the clusters,
Like evil angels rose, my fancy twitting,
To kill the peace which over me she’d thrown,
And to disturb her from the crystal throne
Where, calm and solitary, she was sitting.
So swerved her pelvis that, in one design,
Antiope’s white rump it seemed to graft
To a boy’s torso, merging fore and aft.
The talc on her brown tan seemed half-divine.
The lamp resigned its dying flame. Within,
The hearth alone lit up the darkened air,
And every time it sighed a crimson flare
It drowned in blood that amber-coloured skin.
Skin musk and honey, blood-red rose, orange blossom, white peach, red apple, frankincense and myrrh.
Sensual ecstasy, the blinding red fire of the apex of sexual pleasure: Moroccan rose, Sumatran rose, mandarin, Egyptian myrrh, night-blooming jasmine, bergamot and neroli thrust into Arabian musk.
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them — She was the Universe.
Bottled gloom; the essence of oblivion. Blackest opium and narcissus deepened by myrrh.