Sin and Salvation
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
$5.75 – $23.00
Salvation found in darkness beyond darkness, the blessed sleep of nothingness. Dark musk, wood spice, labdanum, patchouli, dark African woods, and saffron.
Sin and Salvation
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
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Breathtaking darkness, a vision of grace in shadow.
A disconcerting scent, heavy and oppressive, through which no light, no matter, and no spirit can escape. Black opium, labdanum, opoponax, black orchid, and benzoin.
It wasn’t a dark and stormy night.
It should have been, but that’s the weather for you. For every mad scientist who’s had a convienient thunderstorm just on the night his Great Work is finished and lying on the slab, there have been dozens who’ve sat around aimlessly under the peaceful stars while Igor racks up the overtime.
But don’t let the fog (with rain later, temperatures dropping to around forty-five degrees) give anyone a false sense of security. Just because it’s a mild night doesn’t mean that dark forces aren’t abroad. They’re abroad all the time. They’re everywhere.
They always are. That’s the whole point.
Two of them lurked in a ruined graveyard. Two shadowy figures, one hunched and squat, the other lean and menacing, both of them Olympic-grade lurkers. If Bruce Springsteen had ever recorded “Born to Lurk,” these two would have been on the album cover. They had been lurking in the fog for over an hour now, but they had been pacing themselves and could lurk for the rest of the night if necessary, with still enough sullen menace left for a final burst of lurking around dawn.
Finally, after another twenty minutes, one of them said: “Bugger this for a lark. He should have been here hours ago.”
The speaker’s name was Hastur. He was a Duke of Hell.
Smoky-sour labdanum, black patchouli, wet tobacco, and brimstone.
Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fordone.
Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe
In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night
That the graves all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide:
And we fairies, that do run
By the triple Hecate’s team,
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic: not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow’d house:
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
Dark musk, moss-covered wood, ragwort, heather, and sage.
skjaere –
I purchased 5 ml of OBLIVION in 2013, and it is one of my all-time favorite BPAL scents. Fresh, it is smooth, sweet, clean, and golden. It fades to a light, heady scent, with all the sweetness of an afternoon nap on a summer’s day. Good staying power. I would be happy to smell like this all the time. 5/5
darthsnuggles –
Got this one as a freebie with another order, and I’m glad that I did because I probably would never have gotten it for myself. In the bottle, it’s kind of…hard to describe. Musky, but with an herbaceous tang to it as well. On my skin, the herb note rapidly disappears, leaving something that’s sweet and a bit, as others have said, powdery. Very pleasant, and much less obtrusive than the name would suggest. I tend to forget what it smells like once I’m no longer wearing it, which leads to a happy surprise every time I put it on. I probably won’t be buying the full size, but for as long as the imp lasts, I’m enjoying it.
carlos –
The previous reviewer stated that this scent was “Subtle” and I must agree. Right out of the bottle it has the pungency of Grand Marnier or Courvoisier. That immediately fades into a powdery Fougere-like perfume. Something you would find in a century old diary. I had difficulty detecting the individual notes on their own. Perhaps the name “Oblivion” was aptly chosen here. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a beautiful perfume…perhaps for someone that wants to wear a scent without standing out odiferously.
Tharistan –
Subtle, and implacable without actually smelling it. Perfect description of Oblivion, because once it’s gone you can’t remember it.