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Weight | 1 oz |
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$29.00
A slug of whiskey in a cedar shotglass and a chaw of green tobacco aimed at a polished ironwood spittoon.
Weight | 1 oz |
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Keralan teakwood, Bulgarian rose otto, Himalayan cedar, and oudh.
Dead leaves and cold, moist breezes set at the edge of a forest of maple, pine, cedar, and cypress.
The Daemon Sultan, Seething Nuclear Chaos
…that last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the centre of all infinity — the boundless daemon-sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin, monotonous whine of accursed flutes; to which detestable pounding and piping dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic ultimate gods, the blind, voiceless, tenebrous, mindless Other Gods whose soul and messenger is the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep.
Azathoth is the blind, idiot god who sits on a black throne at the center of Chaos. His scent is high-pitched and screeching, both impenetrably dark and searingly bright with the clarity of madness: tangerine, saffron, vetiver, black amber and cedarwood.
A celebration of one of the first commercially produced perfumes of America’s Old West. A rugged, warm blend of vanilla, balsam and sassafras layered over Virginia cedar.
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