You must be logged in to post a review.
Mx. Nobody Perfume Oil
$33.00
Mx. Nobody Perfume Oil
$33.00
2024 will mark The Nobodies’ seventh annual drag pageant, in which 56 competitors of all genders battled through five weeks of events in Brooklyn. What does it take to win in a contest where all the “rules” of an art form are suspended? Over the weeks leading up to the pageant’s finale, reality itself will be pushed to the breaking point.
However, only one may claim the title of MX. NOBODY, winning a $500 grand prize provided by BPAL and a battalion of additional prizes from other wonderful sponsors.
In hopes of rallying future contestants to this cause, here’s a perfume blend aimed at performers and drag aficionados from all walks of life, or anyone who aspires to the judges’ NOPE factor: Newness, Outlook, Passion, and Eugh.
Endless congrats to Diva Baby the 2023 MX. NOBODY winner, photographed especially for the latest MX. NOBODY perfume label by Jessye Herrell.
MX. NOBODY 2024 PAGEANT DATES
Week 1 – July 27th, 11pm at Purgatory
Week 2 – August 16th, 7pm at Purgatory
Week 3 – August 30th, 7pm at Purgatory
FINALE – September 27th, 9pm at Mercury Lounge
Weed-smoke and lime-tinged vapors rising from a cauldron of green slime, suspended by cracked leather straps above the heads of an unsuspecting audience.
Related products
-
-
Violens Perfume Oil
Add to cartRugged and understated: five sandalwoods, dusty leather, and light musk.
-
The Black Tower Perfume Oil
Select OptionsSay 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.
-
The Magdalena Perfume Oil
Add to cartFrankincense, myrrh, leather, ti leaf, saint wood, benzoin, and labdanum absolute.
Reviews
There are no reviews yet.