Cathedral Perfume Oil $5.75 – $23.00
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Cathedral Perfume Oil

$5.75 – $23.00

Venerable and solemn: the scent of incense smoke wafting through an ancient church. A true ecclesiatical blend of pure resins.

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Sin and Salvation

PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.

Reviews

  1. Marina Hazeltree –

    This is incredible. It somehow captures exactly what an old cathedral smells like! I love it.

  2. Liebechen –

    This scent, oh boy. I received this as a free imp, found the scent overwhelming in the vial and thought I’d hate it.

    Yet on my skin, even wet it mellowed out, bringing to mind an aged incense with a subtle sweetness that’s neither sugary or fruity. I enjoyed this one much more then I thought, might consider a full bottle.

  3. desi.hope –

    Smells just like the wooden pews of a cathedral and lingering holy incense.

  4. c.morelock35 –

    cathedral is my favorite so far. its smells exactly like it says, im still shocked every time i wear it. very much smells like wandering around in some forgotten secret passage beneath an old rotting cathedral. damp earth and crumbling stone. smells like rain in old abandoned buildings. i love it.

  5. xgothkitty23x –

    I ordered this in an Imp.

    In the bottle is has a dark oud smell that is hard to put your finger on.

    On the skin, well, if you love the smell of old books/old libraries and years of incense like I do, I would recommend this scent.

    It is also pleasantly unisex. Not too sweet or too musky for me but somewhere pleasantly in the middle. I could see myself or my partner both wearing this scent comfortably.

    To me this scent is dark, comforting and grounding. Just what I need now in all this chaos and insanity. I have a feeling this will age exceptionally well and I will likely get a bottle once my Imp runs out.

  6. yashendwirh –

    Definitely calls on a cathedral, I imagine this exact scent wafting out of a thurible at an empty mass. Incense ashes and tree resin. Smells like I’ve been sitting in plumes of incense smoke all day and I love it.

  7. santangelo –

    My 2nd favorite of all BPALs. It smells exactly like high mass combined with the very old, very polished dark wood stage in the auditorium of my grade school. Works well on me. I pick up resins, wood, incense but not florals.

  8. thecoffeeslayer –

    wet: Sweet oily resins & smoke & wood
    dry down: A definite resin note blasting through, the sweetness is gone
    aftermath: Faint faint woody sweet smoke that varies between “dry” and “oily.” I can’t think of a better way to put it.

  9. Rebecca –

    Cathedral kinda brought back the hazy memories I had of the stone church before the fire, heavy sweet incense that lingers for a few hours but after a day it was just a faint sweetness I love it. Might work differently with someone else’s body chemistry.

  10. carlos –

    Redolent of holy resins, candle smoke the cold earth and stone of medieval cathedrals, all on a monks robes.

  11. Tharistan –

    Reminds me of the old cathedral I used to attend as a child. Pleasant memories of ancient hugeness of the place.

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