Sin and Salvation
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
$5.75 – $23.00
A scent as heavy as thunder from the Vatican, with notes that inspire every sin and excess. Black opium, with vetivert and honeysuckle.
Sin and Salvation
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
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There was a woman sitting on the grass, under a tree, with a paper tablecloth spread in front of her, and a variety of Tupperware dishes on the cloth.
She was—not fat, no, far from fat: what she was, a word that Shadow had never had cause to use until now, was curvaceous. Her hair was so fair that it was white, the kind of platinum-blonde tresses that should have belonged to a long-dead movie starlet, her lips were painted crimson, and she looked to be somewhere between twenty-five and fifty.
As they reached her she was selecting from a plate of deviled eggs. She looked up as Wednesday approached her, put down the egg she had chosen, and wiped her hand. “Hello, you old fraud,” she said, but she smiled as she said it, and Wednesday bowed low, took her hand, and raised it to his lips.
He said, “You look divine.”
“How the hell else should I look?” she demanded, sweetly. “Anyway, you’re a liar. New Orleans was such a mistake—I put on, what, thirty pounds there? I swear. I knew I had to leave when I started to waddle. The tops of my thighs rub together when I walk now, can you believe that?” This last was addressed to Shadow. He had no idea what to say in reply, and felt a hot flush suffuse his face. The woman laughed delightedly. “He’s blushing! Wednesday, my sweet, you brought me a blusher. How perfectly wonderful of you. What’s he called?”
“This is Shadow,” said Wednesday. He seemed to be enjoying Shadow’s discomfort. “Shadow, say hello to Easter.”
Jasmine and honeysuckle, sweet milk and female skin.
The subtlest strain a great musician weaves,
Cannot attain in rhythmic harmony
To music in his soul. May it not be
Celestial lyres send hints to him? He grieves
That half the sweetness of the song, he leaves
Unheard in the transition. Thus do we
Yearn to translate the wondrous majesty
Of some rare mood, when the rapt soul receives
A vision exquisite. Yet who can match
The sunset’s iridescent hues? Who sing
The skylark’s ecstasy so seraph-fine?
We struggle vainly, still we fain would catch
Such rifts amid life’s shadows, for they bring
Glimpses ineffable of things divine.
– Henrietta Cordelia Ray
Dusk-purple jasmine and wild plum, orris absolute, honeysuckle, red mandarin, and benzoin.
She finished the drink, hefted the sword over one shoulder, and looked around at the puzzled factions, who now encircled her completely. ‘Sorry to run out on you, chaps,’ she said. ‘Would love to stay and get to know you better.’
The men in the room suddenly realized they didn’t want to know her better. She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, but not up close.
And she held her sword, and she smiled like a knife.
Red ginger, black spices, patchouli, honeysuckle, and three blood-soaked red musks.
“The Pretty Era”, France’s Golden Time: an age of beauty, innovation and peace in France that lasted from the 19th Century through the first World War and gave birth to the cabaret, the cancan, and the cinema as well as the Impressionist and Art Nouveau movements. Sweet opium, Lily of the Valley, vanilla, mandarin and red sandalwood.
Claire –
I’d say this is a very heavy scent. A dark, smoky, honeyed floral. Definitely lives up to what it aspires to be, but a bit too intense for me.
artimisia –
When I fist apply this one it smells wonderful. The honeysuckles plays delightfully against the sweet but musky backdrop. Unfortunately, on me the honeysuckle only sticks around for about fifteen minutes before the opium eats it and I’m left with just the backdrop. After that it’s pleasant enough, but a little one note and uninteresting.
Rebecca –
Anathema is a big, heady floral with a lot of staying power, the kind of thing you might wear to seduce an international super spy. If you love that sort of scent, this is a 5 or 6 star blend. I don’t perceive the vetiver here at all; in fact I was hoping for more smokiness. This is quite gorgeous, just not something I would wear very often, as my life is simply too mundane for this one!
littlejackal –
Vatican is right! This scent reminds me a whole lot of Event Horizon, except a bit sweeter and lighter. Heavy incense made lighter with sweet honeysuckle. That being said, I personally prefer Event Horizon.
etarletons –
My go-to “lady” perfume. I’m not a big fan of floral scents, but I really enjoy this one.
VetchVespers –
Lots of heady honeysuckle in the imp and wet. A woody warmth starts to peak out which I thought be cedar at first. Cedar hates me, so I prepared for the worst, but to my pleasant surprise, the woody smell settled back into an soft brown warmth and made itself known as vetiver. This vetiver is the sweet, lighter kind as opposed to the heavy and charred kind. It plays well with opium to darken and enrich the syrupy sweet honeysuckle. This is more warm resins on me, with a touch of honeysuckle sweetness, than a floral perfume. Well balanced, feminine, and a touch mysterious.
Jodi –
Holy Moly! This is a heady, decadent, floral, dripping with juicy nectar. If you are afraid of vetiver, fear not. This has none of the dirty or smoky overtones of vetiver heavy blends; its only purpose here to nail the fragrance to your skin. It has an almost vicious sillage and powerful tenacity.