Upon the next stage, a spotlight is focused on a mammoth bronze sculpture of two snakes entwined. Their bodies are wrapped around each other in an intimate embrace, and their tongues touch suggestively. The deep, somber boom of a standing bass leads into a twelve-string guitar’s plaintive moan, and as the music swells, a stunning, statuesque woman steps out from behind the statue, her fierce and regal face in profile. The spotlight dims to a deep amber-red, and shines a dark, sanguine light onto her, tinting her long, wild hair the color of blood. She sings:
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless.
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless.
Little white flowers will never awaken you,
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you.
Angels have no thought of ever returning you.
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday.
She turns, and abruptly faces left. Her features are coarser, more masculine, and you notice the rough, dusky shadow of an evening beard on the singer’s face. On this side, the hair is cropped short, and as s/he sighs and begins the next verse, you hear the voice deepen to a weathered, sorrowful baritone.
Gloomy is Sunday; with shadows I spend it all.
My heart and I have decided to end it all.
Soon there’ll be candles and prayers that are sad, I know.
Death is no dream, for in death I’m caressing you.
With the last breath of my soul I’ll be blessing you.
Gloomy Sunday.
The singer turns to face the audience, and your senses reel. On the left side, the features are sharp, but feminine. You can see the curve of her breast, the soft fullness of her hips, the arch of her fine brow. On the right, it is the body of an Adonis, muscular and commanding. You see that a thick seam runs down the center of the body, stitched roughly.
Though the vision is disconcerting, the warmth and passion in the singer’s voice swells inside your heart, and you are spellbound. Enraptured, you realize that though the gender is opposed on either side, one soul binds the whole.
Dark, moody, and bittersweet: black currant, patchouli, tobacco, cinnamon leaf, caramel, muguet, and red sandalwood.
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.
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.
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.
lunafaer –
this smells like the woods in autumn…like I imagine snuggling with a baby sloth would smell. stunning on me…not overpowering.
Gloame –
Myrrrrrrrrrh! Say it slowly and slothfully.