The Potter’s Field Perfume Oil $32.00
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The Potter’s Field Perfume Oil

$32.00

Silas walked across the path without disturbing a fallen leaf, and sat down on the bench, beside Bod. “There are those,” he said, in his silken voice, “who believe that all land is sacred. That it is sacred before we come to it, and sacred after. But here, in your land, they blessed the churches and the ground they set aside to bury people in, to make it holy. But they left land unconsecrated beside the sacred ground, potter’s fields to bury the criminals and the suicides or those who were not of the faith.”

“So the people buried in the ground on the other side of the fence are bad people?”

Silas raised one perfect eyebrow. “Mm? Oh, not at all. Let’s see, it’s been a while since I’ve been down that way. But I don’t remember anyone particularly evil. Remember, in days gone by you could be hanged for stealing a shilling. And there are always people who find their lives have become so unsupportable they believe the best thing they could do would be to hasten their transition to another plane of existence.”

Rich loam, fragrant grasses, murky vetiver, wild herbs, and dry cedar bark.

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The Graveyard Book Collection.

This series is based on the characters, locations, and ideas found within the pages of Neil Gaiman’s novel, ‘the Graveyard Book’.

Neil Gaiman’s Official Site
Neil Gaiman’s Official Online Store
The Graveyard Book’s Official Site

This is a charitable, not-for-profit venture: proceeds from every single bottle go to the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund, which works to preserve and protect the First Amendment rights of the comics community.

Artwork on this page by Jennifer Rodgers!

PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary glass vial.
Because of the nature of this project, imps are not available for any Graveyard Book scents.

Reviews

  1. Nuri –

    Everything about this scent makes me happy. I love Gaiman, The Graveyard Book and BPAL so what is not to love about The Potter’s Field. It truly smells like a place once cultivated by people and now allowed to fall back into nature. It opens with a damp green scent. It reminds me of wet grass at the bottom of a big pile of clippings. The green aspect is wet instead of fresh and it melds into an herb-y quality that never seems food or head-shop like before it settles down to a clean dirt kind of smell. Which is kind of like the scent of your own skin but better. The vetiver notes at first whiff are pretty sharp but they quickly melt away, which is too bad. I felt like I went immediately from too much vetiver to none very quickly. However the dry down is so lovely you won’t feel cheated. The sillage is short lived for BPAL. I find I have to reapply once or twice throughout the day but on the plus side I enjoy this one so much I actually do reapply.

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