The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast That is Called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness Perfume Oil $33.00
This image is decorative

The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast That is Called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness Perfume Oil

$33.00

“Is that him?” said Sister Mary, staring at the baby. “Only I’d expected funny eyes. Red, or green. Or teensy-weensy little hoofikins. Or a widdle tail.” She turned him around as she spoke. No horns either. The Devil’s child looked ominously normal.

“Yes, that’s him,” said Crowley.

“Fancy me holding the Antichrist,” said Sister Mary. “And bathing the Antichrist. And counting his little toesy-wosies…”

Baby powder, goat’s milk, and a distant whiff of brimstone.

SKU: GOM19-13 Category: Tags: , ,

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

Neil Gaiman’s Official Online Store

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

There are no reviews yet.

Be the first to review “The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast That is Called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness Perfume Oil”

Related products

  • This image is decorative

    Don’t Touch Perfume Oil

    “You’ve got to admit it’s a bit of a pantomime, though,” said Crawly. “I mean, pointing out the Tree and saying ‘Don’t Touch’ in big letters. Not very subtle, is it? I mean, why not put it on top of a high mountain or a long way off? Makes you wonder what He’s really planning.”

    And Jehovah God commanded the man, saying, Of every tree of the garden thou mayest freely eat: but of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it: the green rolling hills of the First Garden, a scattering of apple blossoms and apple pulp, a handful of pomegranate seeds, and a soft, serpentine hiss of poisonous green musk, opoponax, and frankincense.

    Add to cart

  • Tiefling Therapist Perfume Oil

    A soothing, centering blend of white and red sandalwood, champaca attar, frankincense, and brimstone.

    Select Options
  • This image is decorative

    Slate-Black Clouds Tumbled Over Eden Perfume Oil

    Slate-black curtains tumbled over Eden. Thunder growled among the hills. The animals, freshly named, cowered from the storm. Far away, in the dripping woods, something bright and fiery flickered among the trees. It was going to be a dark and stormy night.

    Clouds massing east of Eden: a rapidly darkening sky blasted by thundercrack of ozone, blast of cold, black rain, punctuated by a thin flicker of amber.

    Add to cart
  • This image is decorative

    A Flaming Sword Perfume Oil

    They sat in embarrassed silence, watching the raindrops bruise the first flowers.

    Eventually Crawly said, “Didn’t you have a flaming sword?”

    “Er,” said the angel. A guilty expression passed across his face, and then came back and camped there.

    “You did, didn’t you?” said Crawly. “It flamed like anything.”

    “Er, well-”

    “It looked very impressive, I thought.”

    “Yes, but, well-”

    “Lost it, have you?”

    “Oh no! No, not exactly lost, more-”

    “Well?”

    Aziraphale looked wretched. “If you must know,” he said, a trifle testily, “I gave it away.”

    Crawly stared up at him.

    “Well, I had to,” said the angel, rubbing his hands distractedly. “They looked so cold, poor things, and she’s expecting already, and what with the vicious animals out there and the storm coming up I thought, well, where’s the harm, so I just said, look, if you come back there’s going to be an almighty row, but you might be needing this sword, so here it is, don’t bother to thank me, just do everyone a big favor and don’t let the sun go down on you here.”

    Fiery red amber and sweet oudh, flickers of honeyed patchouli and red musk, pale white coconut flecks, and crushed peppercorn.

    Add to cart