Sloth Perfume Oil $5.25 – $21.00
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Sloth Perfume Oil

$5.25 – $21.00

Thick, dark, sluggish and heavy with indolence: vetiver over black myrrh.

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Sin and Salvation

The Seven Deadly Sins

PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.

Reviews

  1. Goomba –

    This is my favorite so far. True to being named after the sin of sloth, it smells very sleepy and lazy. I actually even tried putting it on my mustache before I went to bed and it seemed to help me fall asleep! The deep deep deep heavy masculine drowsy vibe of the smell also fits aspects of my personality I think, but one person told me it just smelled more like cocoa butter when it dried on me. I just added a new imp of it to my new order.

  2. goombapie –

    I absolutely love this one. For me it is a heavy, masculine, sleepy smell — just as advertised. It is my favorite so far.

    It is also a simple scent, there’s not too many different smells mixing so it’s not too busy or complex and it’s nice that you can tell there’s not too much going on.

  3. Rebecca –

    Wet, this is all spicy, dark, complex vetiver overlaying a rich, dark myrrh. And it’s gorgeous. And it’s long lasting. Maybe too heavy for work, but sexy and languid — I can see wearing this for an intimate dinner out or to curl up with a novel on a winter day. It reminds me a little of Haunted — so much magic with just two notes.

  4. lunafaer –

    this smells like the woods in autumn…like I imagine snuggling with a baby sloth would smell. stunning on me…not overpowering.

  5. Gloame –

    Myrrrrrrrrrh! Say it slowly and slothfully.

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