Sin and Salvation
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An opiate torpor, soporific, trancelike, and sublimely languid. A poet’s morphine dream, a listless journey into a gentle dream and the precipice of intoxicated madness. Paperwhite and black narcissus, three lilies, black poppy and tuberose and a hint of hypnotic opium den haze.
Sin and Salvation
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
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For Jenny, with love. Crocus with snowdrop and three lilies.
Evokes sheer, unadulterated carnal lust. An undeniably warm and sensual scent. Black narcissus, orange blossoms, and vanilla.
This Spiritualism is the nepenthe which the ancient philosophers sought, to prolong life for ever; you cast off your bodies like an old garment. The pathway of this new science is as clear to the spirit as the names of the constellations are to the astronomer. In the great realm of the spirit there is no room for death to abide ; he has gone out with the ignorance, and blindness, and prejudice of the past, and life, only life, remains as your inheritance.
Mrs. Tappan then paused. After a moment’s silence she delivered the following inspirational poem:—
O beautiful white mother Death,
Thou silent and shadowy soul,
Thou mystical, magical soul,
How soothing and cooling thy breath!
Ere the morning stars sang in their spheres,
Thou didst dwell in the spirit of things,
Brooding there with thy wonderful wings,
Incubating the germs of the years.
Coeval with Time and with Space,
Thy sisters are Silence and Sleep ;
Three sisters—Death, Silence, and Sleep,
How strange and how still is thy face!
In the marriage of matter to soul,”
Thou wert wedded to young fiery Time,
The now weary and hoary-haired Time,
With him thou hast shared earth’s control.
O beautiful spirit of Death,
Thy brothers are Winter and Night;
Stern Winter and shadowy Night,
They bear thy still image and breath.
Summer buds fall asleep in thy arms,
’Neath the fleecy and soft-footed snow,
The silent, pure, beautiful snow;
And the earth their new life-being warms.
All the world is endowed with thy breath,
Summer splendours and purple of wine
Flow out of this magic of thine,
O beautiful angel of Death
What wonders in silence we see
The lily grows pale in thy sight;
The rose thro’ the long summer night
Sighs its life out in fragrance to thee.
O beautiful angel of Death,
The beloved are thine, all are thine !
They have drunk the nepenthe divine,
They have felt the full flow of thy breath.
Out into thy realm they are gone,
Like the incense that greeteth the morn,
On the wings of thy might they’re up-borne,
As bright birds to thy Paradise flown.
They are folded and safe in thy sight,
Thro’ thy portals they pass from earth’s prison;
From the cold clod of clay they have risen,
To dwell in thy temple of light.
O beautiful Angel of Life,
Germs feel thee and burst into bloom,
Souls see thee and rise from the tomb,
With beauty and loveliness rife.
On earth thou art named cold Death,
Dim, dark, dismal, dire, dreadful Death,
In heaven thou art “Angel of Life.”
We are one with thy spirit, O Death ;
We spring to thy arms unafraid,
One with thee are our glad spirits made.
We are born when we drink thy cold breath,—
Oh, Angel of Life, lovely Death.
The concluding hymn was then sung, after which Mrs. Tappan uttered the following benediction—“ May the peace of the loving spirit of the Heavenly Father and His angels abide with you, and the life that knows no death bear you on to the immortal world.”
The Spiritualist, Oct. 15, 1873
Poem by Cora L.V. Richmond
The lily grows pale in thy sight; the rose, through the long summer night, sighs its life out in fragrance to thee.
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.
gaia.earth24 –
Very victorian. It is a very light scent. Reminds me of spring and lounging on a boat in a pond surrounded by water lilies and dragonflies. I’m not normally a big fan of flowery scents, they quickly go powdery on me but I can see myself wearing this on occasion. It is a complex scent right out of the bottle, kind of sharp, a little hard to differentiate the notes but pleasant. On the skin it calms down and you really get the lighter floral notes. Over time it fades to a lily scent. Would highly recommend if you enjoy florals. I would like a little more deeper opium to help balance it.
Katie –
Really lovely. Darkly romantic. It’s so hard to get a floral scent that doesn’t remind you of powder, potpurri, or nana’s underwear drawer. I appreciate this one’s dimension, and smoky undercurrents. However, the first time I tried it, it faded to a powdery lily scent within just a couple of hours, so I’m currently debating on ordering the full bottle.
Jessica –
Just received this as a frimp and can’t wait to order a full bottle. This smells like it will be my perfect summer scent. While I liked it wet, it wasn’t until after the dry down that I really experienced the amazingly intoxicating scent it has. I felt transported to rowboat on a river that is surrounded by fields of flowers on a calm summer day. It’s super sexy in a very tranquil way.
Elizabeth –
Love this to relax when the sun goes down! The opium smoke blends beautifully with the sticky sweet flowers. I have issues w anxiety and this scent lulls me into a hazy, soporific state.
Sarah –
Based on the description, this is not a scent I would’ve ever tried out on my own. However, I received this as an imp in my last purchase. Languor is aptly named because it is intoxicating and lazy, yet extremely sexy. I foresee myself buying a full bottle when my imp runs out.
Sarah –
I received this as an imp earlier this week and just had the opportunity to try it out. I did not like it at all straight out of the bottle. I decided to give it a chance anyway and I’m so glad I did. It’s a lovely mix that’s kinda creamy, kinda spicy, kinda sweet. I would describe it as a “sexy floral.” The only reason I’m not giving it 5 stars is because I do not like how it smells wet.
GardeniaFan –
This both intrigues and calms the mind. The first thing to reach my nose was incense smoking making a trail for sweet white and yellow flowers following it. The narcissus sits at the center with a crown of laced incense trails and something aromatic and spicy lurks underneath, adding intrigue and slight focus. A lounging beauty. This beautiful harmony is inviting, soothing, and yet intriguing for its undertones. Languor indeed!