PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial
Deep In Earth Perfume Oil
$4.60 – $19.75
Deep In Earth Perfume Oil
$4.60 – $19.75
Deep in earth my love is lying
And I must weep alone.
Rose geranium, Spanish moss, Irish yew, and graveyard dirt.
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Didn’t he ramble
… he rambled
Rambled all around
… in and out of town
Didn’t he ramble
… didn’t he ramble
He rambled till the butcher cut him down.His feet was in the market place
his head was in the street
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look at the market meat
He grabbed her pocket book
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made love to the stable
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said I’ll pay you when I be able
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and she stood all she could stand
She said buddy when I’m through with you
Ole groundhog gonna be shakin yo’ hand.Didn’t he ramble
… he rambled
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Didn’t he ramble
… didn’t he ramble
He rambled till the butcher cut him down.I said he rambled
lord
… ’till the butcher shot him down.Bittersweet bay rum, bourbon, and a host of funeral flowers with a touch of graveyard dirt, magnolia and Spanish Moss.
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caitlin8811 –
I was afraid the rose would be too overpowering, but on me the graveyard dirt is the star. And it truly smells like freshly upturned earth, wet from rain & tears. The rose & Spanish moss blend beautifully in the background and once dry, give off a softly beguiling scent that is truly enchanting. I’ve never had so many people ask about my fragrance! A full size bottle is in my future for sure.
vampireleniore –
This is one of my favorites. I think this is my favorite graveyard dirt scent from BPAL. I have had people tell me it smells like a rose perfume, but I definitely smell the graveyard dirt note. It is very light on me, but not so much that I have to reapply it often. It hangs close to my skin. I am in love with this. It’s romantic, dark, vampiric, stimulates my imagination, and just screams my name.
Amber –
I received a sample imp of this and I could not be happier. This is exactly the kind of scent that I’ve been searching for. For some reason, the only way I can describe it is that it’s a horrific, gothic romance. Like a funeral in the rain– gorgeous. The notes of the florals and moist soil are very strong, but rather than competing with one another, they’ve run off and gotten married. They truly bring out the best that both have to offer. I will be back to purchase the full size! It’s absolutely beautiful!
Bridget –
I got an imp of this with the Earth collection and I love it! It has a definite “wet dirt” smell in the bottle that hits you first, then a dead rose smell after. On the skin the rose smell becomes soapy but isn’t unpleasant. A very clean scent that is subtle once it dries.
TarynPage –
I love, love this scent in the imp. Smells just like earth with dried flowers sprinkled over the top. Reminds me a bit of old soapy roses. I smell the moss and darker notes more in the vial. On my skin, however, it starts smelling a little more like the perfumes my grandmothers used to wear.
Jar: Soil and dried flowers. Soapy and a little bit like soil drying in the sun.
On *my* skin: Becomes much more floral on my skin. Less dark and more rosy. Old-fashioned and brittle.
Emily –
This is a very interesting scent, it smells very strongly of funeral flowers and freshly tread upon mud. It is a very dark and almost sad scent which I really like.
abovezenith –
This is one of the most beautiful scents and one I most remember about BPAL. It smells like wet soil, and with the floral notes, reminds me of gardening all day. It has a tone of dark romance to it as well that’s hard to describe. Like I said, one of my favorites.
Cherry_Faery –
I have the imp of this one and I am surprised by the scent of this. In the bottle, it made me feel a bit cautious because I caught the floral smell first and I was worried that it would over power everything. When it was first on my skin, it definitely had more of the earthy quality that I was looking for and the florals were strong but not overwhelming. I’m pleasantly surprised to find that the moss smell does pop out after and blend everything together in a way that smells exactly like the wet cemeteries that I used to work in.
luxdancer –
Wet: Earthy, it definitely has that dirt smell, though with the weird buzzing note that I associate with synthetic scents. After a second sniff, I can catch the florals. On my skin, the florals come out first, with the earthy smell as an undernote.
Dry: Mostly florals, with the faintest hint of the earthy smell. Not something I would wear regularly, though the earthy note may be a good character scent.
Sara –
As BPAL “dirt” scents go, this is in the same family as Penny Dreadful and Zombi – dark, moist earth combined with soft, mournful flowers. I’m not sure what rose geranium smells like, but I definitely smell florals. There’s also something wet and salty, like the sea. Maybe the moss causes this slightly aquatic note. I like it, but the sweetly perfumed Penny Dreadful remains my favorite dirt blend.