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  Lady Death: Savage Perfume Oil

  Lady Death in all her savage glory: an unrelenting supernatural warrior witch!

  White musk, grey amber, Calabrian bergamot, vanilla absolute, French labdanum, styrax, wormwood, caraway, and bois de jasmin.

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  Apostrophe of Time Perfume Oil

  O fleeting Time! whence art thou come?
  And whither do thy footsteps tend?
  Deep in the past where was thy home,
  And where thy future journey’s end?

  Thou art from vast eternity,
  And unto boundless regions found;
  But what and where’s infinity?
  And what know we of space unbound?

  The furrowed brow betokens age;
  But who thy centuries can tell?
  Was ancient seer or learned sage
  In wisdom’s lore e’er versed so well?

  Hast thou from childhood wandered thus,
  Companionless and lone, through space,
  With mystery o’er thy exodus,
  And darkness ’round thy resting place.

  What lengthened years have come and gone,
  Since thou thy tireless march began,
  Since Luna’s children sang at dawn,
  The wonders of creation’s plan?

  How many years of gloom and night
  Had passed, long ere yon king of day
  Had reigned his fiery steeds of light,
  And sped them on their shining way?

  Thou knowest — Thou alone, O thou!
  Omniscient and eternal Three!
  To whose broad eye all time is now —
  The past, with all eternity;

  In whose dread presence I shall stand,
  When time shall sink to rise no more,
  In that broad sea of thy command,
  Whose waves roll on, without a shore.
  – James Madison Bell

  The overwhelming incalculability of space, the glow and fade of countless days, the starry expanse of night. A scent that reaches into eternity and towards forever: glittering bergamot, lemon peel, and golden amber, star-flecked labdanum, neroli, and clary sage.

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  Le Lèthè Perfume Oil

  Viens sur mon coeur, âme cruelle et sourde,
  Tigre adoré, monstre aux airs indolents;
  Je veux longtemps plonger mes doigts tremblants
  Dans l’épaisseur de ta crinière lourde;

  Dans tes jupons remplis de ton parfum
  Ensevelir ma tête endolorie,
  Et respirer, comme une fleur flétrie,
  Le doux relent de mon amour défunt.

  Je veux dormir! dormir plutôt que vivre!
  Dans un sommeil aussi doux que la mort,
  J’étalerai mes baisers sans remords
  Sur ton beau corps poli comme le cuivre.

  Pour engloutir mes sanglots apaisés
  Rien ne me vaut l’abîme de ta couche;
  L’oubli puissant habite sur ta bouche,
  Et le Léthé coule dans tes baisers.

  À mon destin, désormais mon délice,
  J’obéirai comme un prédestiné;
  Martyr docile, innocent condamné,
  Dont la ferveur attise le supplice,

  Je sucerai, pour noyer ma rancoeur,
  Le népenthès et la bonne ciguë
  Aux bouts charmants de cette gorge aiguë
  Qui n’a jamais emprisonné de coeur.

  – – –

  Come, lie upon my breast, cruel, insensitive soul,
  Adored tigress, monster with the indolent air;
  I want to plunge trembling fingers for a long time
  In the thickness of your heavy mane,

  To bury my head, full of pain
  In your skirts redolent of your perfume,
  To inhale, as from a withered flower,
  The moldy sweetness of my defunct love.

  I wish to sleep! to sleep rather than live!
  In a slumber doubtful as death,
  I shall remorselessly cover with my kisses
  Your lovely body polished like copper.

  To bury my subdued sobbing
  Nothing equals the abyss of your bed,
  Potent oblivion dwells upon your lips
  And Lethe flows in your kisses.

  My fate, hereafter my delight,
  I’ll obey like one predestined;
  Docile martyr, innocent man condemned,
  Whose fervor aggravates the punishment.

  I shall suck, to drown my rancor,
  Nepenthe and the good hemlock
  From the charming tips of those pointed breasts
  That have never guarded a heart.

  Red musk and sweat-damp golden skin musk with labdanum, golden amber, nutmeg, tobacco absolute, black orchid, and hemlock accord.

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  The Scales of Deprivation Perfume Oil

  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. 

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