A Pantomime of Deviltry and Debauch in Seven Acts
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
$32.00
Honey, ambergris, neroli, white peach, patchouli, and cocoa absolute.
A Pantomime of Deviltry and Debauch in Seven Acts
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
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A festive, dazzling blend, layered in mystery and intrigue. Patchouli, ambergris, carnation and orange blossom.
Misty ambergris accord and hinoki wood with juniper berries, galbanum, and palo santo.
“Heroes,” Prince Lír replied sadly. “Heroes know about order, about happy endings – heroes know that some things are better than others. Carpenters know grains and shingles, and straight lines.” He put his hands out to the Lady Amalthea, and took one step toward her. She did not draw back from him, nor turn her face; indeed, she lifted her head higher, and it was the prince who looked away.
“You were the one who taught me,” he said. “I never looked at you without seeing the sweetness of the way the world goes together, or without sorrow for its spoiling. I became a hero to serve you, and all that is like you. Also to find some way of starting a conversation.”
Chivalry, love, and sacrifice. A noble cologne touched by a sweet sadness: vanilla fougere, bright citrus, juniper berry, ambergris accord, and basil.
Say that the men of the old black tower,
Though they but feed as the goatherd feeds,
Their money spent, their wine gone sour,
Lack nothing that a soldier needs,
That all are oath-bound men:
Those banners come not in.
There in the tomb stand the dead upright,
But winds come up from the shore:
They shake when the winds roar,
Old bones upon the mountain shake.
Those banners come to bribe or threaten,
Or whisper that a man’s a fool
Who, when his own right king’s forgotten,
Cares what king sets up his rule.
If he died long ago
Why do you dread us so?
There in the tomb drops the faint moonlight,
But wind comes up from the shore:
They shake when the winds roar,
Old bones upon the mountain shake.
The tower’s old cook that must climb and clamber
Catching small birds in the dew of the morn
When we hale men lie stretched in slumber
Swears that he hears the king’s great horn.
But he’s a lying hound:
Stand we on guard oath-bound!
There in the tomb the dark grows blacker,
But wind comes up from the shore:
They shake when the winds roar,
Old bones upon the mountain shake.
A sepulchral, desolate scent. Long-dead soldiers, oath-bound; the perfume of their armor, the chill wind that surges through their tower, white bone and blackened steel: white sandalwood, ambergris, wet ozone, galbanum and leather with ebony, teak, burnt grasses, English ivy and a hint of red wine.
josefinstjernqvist –
In the bottle it reminded me of Humanite, but instead of caramelized vanilla there was cocoa. The florals are in the back and I smelled mostly cocoa and white peach. Yummy!
Wet on the skin it was about the same, except the cocoa backed down some.
Now here is where the fun starts. This one morphed quite a lot on me and I was almost a bit confused when I smelled it 10 minutes after the application and then 30 minutes after that.
When it dried down it started to act as all other chocolate scents on me; it gave of this wierd scent. It wasn’t overwhelming nor foul, but it saddened me a bit. The honey comes in and saves the day, it mellowed down the wierd scent as it portrayed itself more. The floral backs away as well as the peach. The scent has a saltiness to it, which I think is from the ambergris.
A little while after the drydown and the cocoa as well as the peach portrays themselves again. Jesus Christ, this one changed. I’ve never had a bottle that changed so much back and forth. Now the blend is beautiful, no note take over the other. It has a fullness to it, a sweetness to it, a saltiness to it (not overwhelming).. I do fancy this one.