$4.50 – $19.50
Arrr! Avast ye, matey! This be the scent of pirate rum!
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
– October 9, 2015
Bought this as an imp for my spouse. I was looking for a boozy scent…this is buttered rum candy. A lot sweeter smelling than expected but very yummy. Not a scent my spouse would wear often as neither of us think it’s very masculine. It doesn’t last long on skin but add a touch to hair and you get whiffs all day.
– May 23, 2015
I received a frimp of this with my first order, and I may have to purchase more. A sweet, almost buttery smell of rum without the consequences of alcohol. A perfect accent for my pirate getup.
– March 24, 2015
I got my Grog in an imp with an order. To me, it was a purely sweet butterscotch. Foody and simple. Made me hungry.
– January 16, 2015
This is fabulous – It’s fruity but not really sweet. It’s very warm and reminds me of the pirate hangout in Warcraft – Booty Bay.
I have just an imp of this, but since I’ve fallen so desperately in love with it, I’m going to have to buy a bottle.
It also seems to last for a really long time!
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In Irish folklore the Dana O’Shee are a fae, elven people that live in a realm of beauty, their nobility akin to our that own Age of Chivalry, eternally beautiful and eternally young. They surround themselves with the pleasures of the Arts, they live for the hunt, and to this day can be seen riding in procession through the Irish countryside at twilight, led by their King and Queen. However, the Dana O’Shee are not benevolent creatures, despite what their unearthly beauty may imply. They are vengeful and treacherous and possess a streak of mischievous malice, and many have whispered that their true home lies deep in the shadowed groves of the Realm of the Dead. Hearing even a single chord of their otherworldly music leaves one stunned and lost to the mortal realms for ever, finding themselves prey to the Dana O’Shee’s hunt or enslaved in their Court as servants or playthings.
Offerings of milk, honey and sweet grains were made to placate these creatures, and it is that the basis of the scent created in their name.
Though thy slumber may be deep,
Yet thy spirit shall not sleep;
There are shades which will not vanish,
There are thoughts thou canst not banish;
By a power to thee unknown,
Thou canst never be alone;
Thou art wrapt as with a shroud,
Thou art gather’d in a cloud;
And for ever shalt thou dwell
In the spirit of this spell.
A profound and entrancing potion. Deep, wispy, and unfathomably dark: vetiver, dark woods, crumbling and burnt black sandalwood and a drop of lemon rind.
An effervescent blend of crystalline champagne notes and sweet strawberry.
The fiery, volatile scent of cinnamon, thickened by myrrh, honeysuckle, and copal.