A Complex, Wiggly Sigil Perfume Oil $33.00
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A Complex, Wiggly Sigil Perfume Oil

$33.00

Hastur produced a clipboard from the grubby recesses of his mack.

“Sign. Here,” he said, leaving a terrible pause between the words.

Crowley fumbled vaguely in an inside pocket and produced a pen. It was sleek and matte black. It looked as though it could exceed the speed limit.

“‘S’nice pen,” said Ligur. “It can write under water,” Crowley muttered.

“Whatever will they think of next?” mused Ligur.

“Whatever it is, they’d better think of it quickly,” said Hastur. “No. Not A. J. Crowley. Your real name.”

Crowley nodded mournfully, and drew a complex, wiggly sigil on the paper.

It glowed redly in the gloom, just for a moment, and then faded: blood-red ink, fiery pomegranate, and black oudh.

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The Good Omens Collection.

Just in time for the new adaptation by Amazon Prime and BBC Two, we’ve expanded this series based on the characters, locations, and concepts squished within the pages of ‘Good Omens’, an apocalyptic comedy by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman!

This series is based on the characters, locations, and concepts squished within the pages of ‘Good Omens’, an apocalyptic comedy by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman! A million thanks to Messrs. Pratchett and Gaiman for giving us this project their blessing!

Terry Pratchett | Neil Gaiman

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Your purchase from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab will help our friends at the National Coalition Against Censorship promote and defend First Amendment rights., and the Orangutan Foundation UK, which works to actively preserve orangutan habitats while supporting long-term research projects that benefit orangutans.

Because of the nature of this project, imps are not available for any Good Omens scents.

Reviews

  1. Charlie St. James –

    I absolutely love this sexy, smoky, luscious perfume. On my skin, the aroma of deep red fruit has both a sharp edge and a rich warmth. Two dabs behind my ears and one on my chest makes me feel sexy all throughout the fall and winter.

  2. noellawilson –

    This does magic on my skin. The pomegranate is a juicy punch that lingers deliciously, and the ink/oudh lends a sinister earthiness that doesn’t go foul even on my chemistry (notoriously acidic). It smells like temptation.

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