$4.60 – $19.75
Thick, dark, sluggish and heavy with indolence: vetiver over black myrrh.
Sin and Salvation
The Seven Deadly Sins
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
– April 30, 2020
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.
– November 3, 2018
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.
– April 1, 2018
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.
– July 28, 2016
this smells like the woods in autumn…like I imagine snuggling with a baby sloth would smell. stunning on me…not overpowering.
– February 15, 2015
Myrrrrrrrrrh! Say it slowly and slothfully.
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Ghouls do not build. They are parasites and scavengers, eaters of carrion. The city they call Ghûlheim is something they found, long ago, but did not make. No one they call knows (if anyone human ever knew) what kind of creatures it was that made those buildings, who honeycombed the rock with tunnels and towers, but it is certain that no-one but the ghoul-folk could have wanted to stay there, or even to approach that place.
Even from the path below Ghûlheim, even from miles away, Bod could see that all of the angles were wrong — that the walls sloped crazily, that it was every nightmare he had ever endured made into a place, like a huge mouth of jutting teeth. It was a city that had been built just to be abandoned, in which all the fears and madnesses and revulsions of the creatures who built it were made into stone. The ghoul folk had found it and delighted in it and called it home.
A dark and disjointed scent: smoke and black musk, bladderwrack, opopponax, galangal, and pepper.
Malevolent, dark and shadowy: sinuous black musk, wet leather and vetiver.
If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings… It represented a monster of vaguely anthropoid outline, but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore feet, and long, narrow wings behind. This thing, which seemed instinct with a fearsome and unnatural malignancy, was of a somewhat bloated corpulence…
A creeping, wet, slithering scent, dripping with seaweed, oceanic plants and dark, unfathomable waters.
And when he had opened the third seal, I heard the third beast say, Come and see. And I beheld, and lo a black horse; and he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand.
Thin, dark, and shadowed. A scent that offers no sustenance, comfort or satiety: lemon peel, white sage, frankincense, lavender fougere, sandalwood, vetiver and labdanum.
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say, A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny; and see thou hurt not the oil and the wine.
And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see.