Excolo
Est deus in nobis.
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial..
$6.75 – $28.00
Created in honor of the Slavic Black God of the Dead. A nighttime god of grief, evil, chaos and woe, he is paralleled by his twin brother Bylebog, god of light, joy, order, and good fortune.
A combination of three musks, with splashes of dark myrrh, vetiver and mullein.
Excolo
Est deus in nobis.
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial..
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Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.The sunken city of the Great God Cthulhu. A hellishly dark aquatic scent, evocative of fathomless oceanic deeps, the mysteries of madness buried under crushing black waters, and the brooding eternal evil that lies beneath the waves.
My well-beloved was stripped. Knowing my whim,
She wore her tinkling gems, but naught besides:
And showed such pride as, while her luck betides,
A sultan’s favored slave may show to him.
When it lets off its lively, crackling sound,
This blazing blend of metal crossed with stone
Gives me an ecstasy I’ve only known
Where league of sound and lustre can be found.
She let herself be loved: then, drowsy-eyed,
Smiled down from her high couch in languid ease.
My love was deep and gentle as the seas
And rose to her as to a cliff the tide.
My own approval of each dreamy pose,
Like a tamed tiger, cunningly she sighted:
And candour, with lubricity united,
Gave piquancy to every one she chose.
Her limbs and hips, burnished with changing lustres
Before my eyes, clairvoyant and serene,
Swanned themselves, undulating in their sheen;
Her breasts and belly, of my vine the clusters,
Like evil angels rose, my fancy twitting,
To kill the peace which over me she’d thrown,
And to disturb her from the crystal throne
Where, calm and solitary, she was sitting.
So swerved her pelvis that, in one design,
Antiope’s white rump it seemed to graft
To a boy’s torso, merging fore and aft.
The talc on her brown tan seemed half-divine.
The lamp resigned its dying flame. Within,
The hearth alone lit up the darkened air,
And every time it sighed a crimson flare
It drowned in blood that amber-coloured skin.
Skin musk and honey, blood-red rose, orange blossom, white peach, red apple, frankincense and myrrh.
At the center of the Garden of Eden stands the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. Though modern interpretations of the Bible claim that it was an apple that the Serpent of the Tree offered to Eve, it is widely believed that the true Fruit of True Knowledge was, in fact, a fig.
This oil contains the innocence of the Garden, coupled with the Truth and Erudition found in the fruit of the Tree of Evil: fig leaf, fig fruit, honeyed almond milk, toasted coconut and sandalwood.
The Native American Creator / Trickster God of Chaos and Change.
The warmth of doeskin, dry plains grasses and soft, dusty woods warmed by amber and a downy, gentle coat of deep musk.
Dan –
My ex-girlfriend was placing an order and the website looked interesting, so we placed an order for me as well. Czernobog suits me perfectly. The scent is a bit strong immideately after application, but after it settles down in a few minutes it’s just right.
Daniel –
I’m not especially brilliant at fragrances. I buy them from BPAL based on forum recommendations or their absolutely amazing descriptions. Some are hits, many are misses. Czernobog is (for me) a hit. When wearing this fragrance, I’ve gotten multiple compliments from strangers regarding how good I smell.
Your mileage will vary. That’s the nature of BPAL fragrances. You never know if a fragrance will work on you until it interacts with your own chemistry. Here’s the shortlist for me, if you’ve liked any of these, then maybe Czernobog will be a good one for you to try:
Mechanical Phoenix, Villain, The Bow and Crown of Conquest.
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Going on wet, its a musky punch to the face , a horrible slap of dust. But this fades quite quickly, first the myrrh coming through sharply and then softening with the vetiver, ’til finally its a warm blend of something somewhere between church incense and a damp forest. Definitely quite masculine. It’s not for me personally, but if I smelled it on someone else my curiosity would certainly be piqued.