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  Crowley

  Nothing about him looked particularly demonic, at least by classical standards. No horns, no wings. Admittedly he was listening to a Best of Queen tape, but no conclusions should be drawn from this because all tapes left in a car for more than a fortnights metamorphose into Best of Queen albums. No particularly demonic thoughts were going through his head. In fact, he was wondering vaguely who Moey and Chandon were.

  Crowley had dark hair, and good cheekbones, and he was wearing snakeskin shoes, or at least presumably he was wearing shoes, and he could do really weird things with his tongue. And, whenever he forgot himself, he had a tendency to hiss.

  Infernal musk, red patchouli, lilac cologne, mahogany, lemon rind, oakmoss, leather, and vanilla husk.

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  Uruk Perfume Oil

  A city of mystery, wonder and majesty, said to have been built by order of Gilgamesh. Thick bitter almond and heady night-blooming jasmine with saffron, cinnamon leaf, red patchouli, river lilies, bergamot, fig leaf and the sacred incense of Inanna.

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  Sed Non Satiata Perfume Oil

  Strange goddess, brown as evening to the sight,
  Whose scent is half of musk, half of havanah,
  Work of some obi, Faust of the Savanah,
  Ebony witch, and daughter of the night.

  By far preferred to troth, or opium, or sleep,
  Love vaunts the red elixir of your mouth.
  My caravan of longings seeks in drouth
  Your eyes, the wells at which my cares drink deep.

  Through those black eyes, by which your soul respires,
  Pitiless demon! pour less scorching fires.
  I am no Styx nine times with flame to wed.

  Nor can I turn myself to Proserpine
  To break your spell, Megera libertine!
  Within the dark inferno of your bed.

  A pounding heartbeat coalesced into scent: demonic passion and brutal sexuality manifested through myrrh, red patchouli, cognac, honey, and tuberose and geranium in a breathy, panting veil over the darkest body musk.

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  Crowley Hair Gloss

  Nothing about him looked particularly demonic, at least by classical standards. No horns, no wings. Admittedly he was listening to a Best of Queen tape, but no conclusions should be drawn from this because all tapes left in a car for more than a fortnights metamorphose into Best of Queen albums. No particularly demonic thoughts were going through his head. In fact, he was wondering vaguely who Moey and Chandon were.
  
  Crowley had dark hair, and good cheekbones, and he was wearing snakeskin shoes, or at least presumably he was wearing shoes, and he could do really weird things with his tongue. And, whenever he forgot himself, he had a tendency to hiss.
  
  Infernal musk, red patchouli, lilac cologne, mahogany, lemon rind, oakmoss, leather, and vanilla husk.

  Out of Stock