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PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
Tavern of Hell Perfume Oil
$5.75 – $23.00
Tavern of Hell Perfume Oil
$5.75 – $23.00
Sometimes I would venture from my sepulchre to the jazz of night Paris, where having gathered the colours, I would think them over in front of the fire. I could be seen walking through a funeral corridor of my house and descending down a black spiral of steep stairs; rushing underground to Montmartre, all impatience to see the fiery rubies of the Moulin Rouge cross. I wondered thereabouts, then bought a ticket to watch frenzied delirium of feathers, vulgar painted lips and eyelashes of black and blue.
Naked feet, and thighs, and arms, and breasts were being flung on me from bloody-red foam of translucent clothes. The tuxedoed goatees and crooked noses in white vests and toppers would line the hall, with their hands posed on canes. Then I found myself in a pub, where the liqueurs were served on a coffin (not a table) by the nickering devil: “Drink it, you wretched!” Having drunk, I returned under the black sky split by the flaming vanes, which the radiant needles of my eyelashes cross-hatched. In front of my nose a stream of bowler hats and black veils was still pulsing, foamy with bluish green and warm orange of feathers worn by the night beauties: to me they were all one, as I had to narrow my eyes for insupportable radiance of electric lamps, whose hectic fires would be dancing beneath my nervous eyelids for many a night to come.
White gardenia, ambergris bouquet, lavender fougere, orange blossom, melissa, tobacco flower, coriander, ebony wood, ylang ylang, absinthe and aged whiskey.
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Emily Stamets –
Oh, my warm spiced cocktail taken in a dark paneled library!!
I get zero floral from this, all spice and wood and the heat of booze without being boozy. It’s what I imagine every time I read a book where someone has been out in the cold and they are brought inside, their shoes placed by the crackling fire, and they are given something to drink to warm them from the inside. This isn’t the beverage, this is that whole experience.
Some cryptic magic in this blend. If this is what it’s like in hell, sign me up!
LexieBlom –
The title Tavern of Hell is a bit misleading, honestly. When you hear it, I think of that last last sip of shitty whiskey, that you know you should have taken in one swig but chickened out. Sipping it slowly gives you the shivers as it burns your throat. I think of the fires of hell, nipping at your skin as they flicker off the ground, sure it’s annoying but you’ve gotten used to it over time. I think of a tavern so smokey, you can’t see your own hand in front of you, but that’s probably for the best since you don’t really want to see who or what are sitting around you anyway. I think of a 50/50 breed between a Tom Waits song and an incense shop owned by Lucifer himself.
This isn’t really Tavern of Hell to me. It’s more like Tavern of suburban southern California, which is almost hell but not quite there yet. It’s warm, with some spice to it, but there’s some sticky sweet underlying scents that give off the impression of “soccer mom out on the town for the first time in 7 years, after a rough divorce” kind of hell.
It’s really not a bad fragrance, hence the 4 star rating. It just doesn’t really hold up to it’s title.
VetchVespers –
In the imp, Tavern of Hell smells sharp and floral. Wet, the ambergris and lavander give this a classic “men’s cologne” smell, but those notes fade on me and I’m left with mostly gardenia and whiskey with a hint of tobacco in the background.
It’s kind of cool and sweet and gender neutral. Makes me think Horreur Sympathique and Evil love child. Hmmm… that seems strangely fitting…
Gloame –
Well unless your idea of hell is lavender, then I’d instead call this Tavern of Let’s Have a Nap. It’s a very relaxing scent! If I were getting a massage and having a drink (which sounds great), I’d imagine this to be the smell.
Goes a bit soapy on me…that’ll be the lavender.
Relaxing, floral, quiet.