Kubla Khan Perfume Oil $6.75$28.00

Kubla Khan Perfume Oil


In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And ‘mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And ‘mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ‘twould win me
That with music loud and long
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

Through sunlit caves of ice, roses unfurl amidst dancing waves of serpentine opium smoke and amber tobacco, golden sandalwood, champaca, tea leaf, sugared lily, ginger, rich hay absolute, leather, dark vanilla, mandarin, peru balsam, and Moroccan jasmine.

Bewitching Brews

Presented in an amber apothecary vial.


  1. erklein290

    Fresh on the skin, it somehow reminds me of summer camp as a child. Impressions are orange, woodsy, smoke, flowers; fades to a citrus spice cake.

  2. Lauren Messenger

    When I first opened the imp, I thought I would hate this scent, but, on the skin, it’s much subtler than I feared. Tobacco and incense smoke, leather, and the scent of flowers. I suspect this would be especially lovely as a fall or winter scent.

  3. Jae

    Like an exotic lemon cake…

  4. justjoia496

    I absolutely LOVE this scent. It’s sweet and sexy!

  5. Elizabeth

    I really liked the various notes in this. I got the Rose, exotic incense, and smoke. If it lasted on me I’d get the full bottle. I really could picture I was at an exotic bazaar when it first goes on.

  6. Gloame

    This smells like lemon sugar cake to me. Delicious, but terrible for my figure as it makes me want to go to a pastry and buy one of everything.

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