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Salvation found in darkness beyond darkness, the blessed sleep of nothingness. Dark musk, wood spice, labdanum, patchouli, dark African woods, and saffron.
Sin and Salvation
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
– June 15, 2016
Got this one as a freebie with another order, and I’m glad that I did because I probably would never have gotten it for myself. In the bottle, it’s kind of…hard to describe. Musky, but with an herbaceous tang to it as well. On my skin, the herb note rapidly disappears, leaving something that’s sweet and a bit, as others have said, powdery. Very pleasant, and much less obtrusive than the name would suggest. I tend to forget what it smells like once I’m no longer wearing it, which leads to a happy surprise every time I put it on. I probably won’t be buying the full size, but for as long as the imp lasts, I’m enjoying it.
– November 20, 2014
The previous reviewer stated that this scent was “Subtle” and I must agree. Right out of the bottle it has the pungency of Grand Marnier or Courvoisier. That immediately fades into a powdery Fougere-like perfume. Something you would find in a century old diary. I had difficulty detecting the individual notes on their own. Perhaps the name “Oblivion” was aptly chosen here. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a beautiful perfume…perhaps for someone that wants to wear a scent without standing out odiferously.
– July 1, 2014
Subtle, and implacable without actually smelling it. Perfect description of Oblivion, because once it’s gone you can’t remember it.
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Breathtaking darkness, a vision of grace in shadow.
A disconcerting scent, heavy and oppressive, through which no light, no matter, and no spirit can escape. Black opium, labdanum, opoponax, black orchid, and benzoin.
A scent celebrating Sir Francis Dashwood’s Order of the Knights of St. Francis of Wycombe, also known as the Hellfire Club. A swirl of pipe tobacco, hot leather, ambergris, dark musk and the lingering incense smoke from their Black Mass.
There were nine wagons, each draped in black, each drawn by a lean black horse, and each baring barred sides like teeth when the wind blew through the black hangings. The lead wagon was driven by a squat old woman, and it bore signs on its shrouded sides that said in big letters: MOMMY FORTUNAâS MIDNIGHT CARNIVAL. And below, in smaller print: Creatures of night, brought to light.
Cruelty and confinement, small magics and penny illusions: galbanum, teak, myrrh, narcissus, patchouli, cacao, labdanum, agarwood, lavender, neroli, and black moss.