We must have all the old demons of the first class, with tails, and the hobgoblins and imps; and then I think we ought not to leave out the death-horse, or the grave-pig, or even the church dwarf, although they do belong to the clergy, and are not reckoned among our people; but that is merely their office, they are nearly related to us, and visit us very frequently.
Siberian musk, black clove, opoponax, tonka, black pepper, and neroli.
coffinpop –
after one smell i knew i needed more. so i decided i had to put it in my mustache. it was a sound decision. i dont think i can go back to a world that doesnt smell like this. the kyphi and oud practically play doctor together, and the opoponax and orris offer a rich lotion quality, an expensive one from a 300 year old business, like one of gwyneths goops. the clove and tobacco sit in the background with the incenses, like the rafters and walls soaked through with centuries of smoke that you find at old churches or taverns that whisper their perfume at you when you sit beneath them. its such a perfect balance between after dinner showers for midnight masses, and late night tarot readings at the bordello. i cannot give y’all at the lab as much gratitude as you deserve for mixing this one up. you want a forehead kiss? a kidney? what do you need to keep this one going?