A Pantomime of Deviltry and Debauch in Seven Acts
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
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Your eyes are drawn to a gilded miniature stage whose sign reads: “All Praises to the Lord of Misrule!” Upon the platform, a sneering wooden jester waltzes with a hollow-eyed and bleeding wooden maiden, while a wooden devil floats above them.
Labdanum, cedar, teak and red rose.
A Pantomime of Deviltry and Debauch in Seven Acts
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
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It was about three feet and half high, with a head like a collie dog and a face like a horse. It had a long neck, wings about two feet long, and its back legs were like those of a crane, and it had horse’s hooves. It walked on its back legs and held up two short front legs with paws on them. It didn’t use the front legs at all while we were watching. My wife and I were scared, I tell you, but I managed to open the window and say, “Shoo”, and it turned around barked at me, and flew away.
The scent of the wild, hauntingly beautiful Pine Barrens of New Jersey! Pitch pine with blackberry leaf, cranberry, cedar wood and tomato leaf.
Thus saying, from her side the fatal Key,
Sad instrument of all our woe, she took;
And towards the Gate rouling her bestial train,
Forthwith the huge Porcullis high up drew,
Which but her self not all the Stygian powers
Could once have mov’d; then in the key-hole turns
Th’ intricate wards, and every Bolt and Bar
Of massie Iron or sollid Rock with ease
Unfast’ns: on a sudden op’n flie
With impetuous recoile and jarring sound
Th’ infernal dores, and on thir hinges great
Harsh Thunder, that the lowest bottom shook
Of Erebus. She op’nd, but to shut
Excel’d her power; the Gates wide op’n stood,
That with extended wings a Bannerd Host
Under spread Ensigns marching might pass through
With Horse and Chariots rankt in loose array;
So wide they stood, and like a Furnace mouth
Cast forth redounding smoak and ruddy flame.
Before thir eyes in sudden view appear
The secrets of the hoarie deep, a dark
Illimitable Ocean without bound,
Without dimension, where length, breadth, and highth,
And time and place are lost; where eldest Night
And Chaos, Ancestors of Nature, hold
Eternal Anarchie, amidst the noise
Of endless warrs and by confusion stand.
Solace in darkness, the personification of shadow: lavender, black vanilla, white melon, night-blooming jasmine, rose, cedar, cyclamen, violet, and hyacinth.
Dead leaves and cold, moist breezes set at the edge of a forest of maple, pine, cedar, and cypress.
An ancient blend, swollen with arcane power: galangal, high john essence, frankincense, cedar, and sandalwood.
dragonfire_fairy –
This is a smell I didn’t like out of the bottle and I was so sad. It was too woody. But I put some on and its grown to be something I really love.
Its warm and woody, like you’re standing near the saw in a woodworking class. Once you put it on the Rose and labdanum make it darker, like someones oiled the wood with rose oil. It rides a line between being a sort of masculine wood but it always makes me feel warm inside when I wear it.
Hellokoi –
One of my favorites for a dark, resinous rose fragrance. The roses are sweet, heavy and blood red, the cedar is spicy, the teak a dark, polished and sensual wood note, and the labdanum giving it a rich, resinous sweetness. It’s a perfect fragrance for your evil puppets.
Nuri –
This was divisive in my house. I loved it, my heathen of a husband compared it to tiger balm. I smell warm woods with dried rose petals and later the earthiness of the laudanum. I have no idea what my husband is saying about tiger balm, but he hates it with a passion. I love it the same. I think if I just had it on and didn’t tell him about it he would like it more