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Collection: My Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab! T-Z

BPAL Collection A-L

Teeny reviews of all of these

Please let me know if you'd like me to review any of these further! I would enjoy doing so greatly, and it would help me learn. :)

Here are the fuller reviews I have thus far~

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Table-Turning: In the month of December, another fair American medium arrived in England. This lady and her husband, Dr. Roberts, attended a course of lectures I was then delivering in Providence Chapel, upon Mesmerism and Animal Magnetism. They introduced themselves to me, and invited me to visit them. I did so, many times; and to them do I owe much; for, through the information I received from them, I have been enabled to inquire more fully into this soul-stirring, and very important subject, after several Seances at Mrs. Roberts’s in Dyer’s Buildings, Holborn [MD: original], where I witnessed the moving of the table in various directions. This is what is called “Table-turning,” and which has been attributed to Electricity or Animal Magnetism, by many intelligent and scientific persons… I have seen a loo-table suspended in the air, at least six inches from the ground, without anyone in the body touching it.
—Hardinge, 1854
A heavy, tactile scent that thrums with voices from beyond: black polished teakwood, gullies of ectoplasm, and ghostly white musk.
Tattie Bogle: Alane upon the field she stood,
The tattie-bogle, tall an’ prood.
But certie, she wis smairt an’ braw,
A bonnie lass, tho’ made o’ straw.

Her gowden hair wis made o’ oo.
Her dentie goon when it wis new
Langsyne, hid been the guidwife’s best.
Sae trigly wis the bogle drest!

The beasts they cam’ frae a’ the airts.
(The tod ran tours frae furrin’ pairts.)
They cam’ by day, they cam’ by nicht,
To see a maist byordnar sicht.

An’ craws an sparras by the score,
A wale o’ burds, mair nor afore.
The fermer roared an’ raged aboot.
‘A’ll cast yon tattie-bogle oot!’

Pair tattie-bogle, she wis wae.
‘Eh!’ said the houlet, ‘Whits a dae?’
He flew doon frae the elder tree.
‘Noo, dry yer e’en an’ herk tae me.

‘See, lassie, tak ma guid advice.
There is nae yiss ye bein’ nice.
Can ye nae glower an’ skreich an’ a’
Tae sen’ thae cooardie burds awa’?’

The bogle grat nae mair: instead
‘A’m much obleeged tae ye,’ she said
‘Ma voice is lood – jist like the craik!’
‘Then sing,’ he said, ‘ for ony sake!’

It chilled the verra bluid tae hear
The bogle’s sang : frae far an’ near
The burds rose up, a’ frichtit sair
An’ nivver cam back ony mair.

Sae should ye pass at skreich o’ day
Alang the road frae Auchenblae,
An’ hear a strange uncanny soun,
That scares the burds for miles aroon,

A soon like pincils on a sclate,
Be on yer way an’ dinna wait.
Ye can be shair as onything
Ye’ve heard the tattie-bogle sing.
Hay, gunpowder, patchouli, a sliver of bark, autumn herbs, and sun-baked wood.
Tenochtitlan: The greatest of all Aztec cities, and capital of their empire. Amber, hyssop, coriander, epazote, Mexican sage, prickly pear and Mexican tulip poppy.
Tis Thy Voice from the Kingdom of Souls: A song of love echoing out through the aethers from the shadowy lands of death: pale rose and sweet myrrh drifting through a veil of olibanum, elemi, pallid frankincense, black tea leaf, and ho wood.
The Burying-Ground: Despair and desolation in a potter's field: black soil and memories of screams on the pyre.
The Chilling Cellar: Wine just turning to vinegar, crumbling mortar, red clay, and the coppery tang of old blood.
The Fox Sisters: For the sake of continuity the subsequent history of the Fox sisters will now be given after the events at Hydesville. It is a remarkable, and to Spiritualists a painful, story, but it bears its own lesson and should be faithfully recorded. When men have an honest and whole-hearted aspiration for truth there is no development which can ever leave them abashed or find no place in their scheme.
For some years the two younger sisters, Kate and Margaret, gave séances at New York and other places, successfully meeting every test which was applied to them. Horace Greeley, afterwards a candidate for the United States presidency, was, as already shown, deeply interested in them and convinced of their entire honesty. He is said to have furnished the funds by which the younger girl completed her very imperfect education.
During these years of public mediumship, when the girls were all the rage among those who had no conception of the religious significance of this new revelation, and who concerned themselves with it purely in the hope of worldly advantage, the sisters exposed themselves to the enervating influences of promiscuous séances in a way which no earnest Spiritualist could justify. The dangers of such practices were not then so clearly realized as now, nor had it occurred to people that it is unlikely that high spirits would descend to earth in order to advise as to the state of railway stocks or the issue of love affairs. The ignorance was universal, and there was no wise mentor at the elbow of these poor pioneers to point the higher and the safer path. Worst of all, their jaded energies were renewed by the offer of wine at a time when one at least of them was hardly more than a child. It is said that there was some family predisposition towards alcoholism, but even without such a taint their whole procedure and mode of life were rash to the last degree. Against their moral character there has never been a breath of suspicion, but they had taken a road which leads to degeneration of mind and character, though it was many years before the more serious effects were manifest.
Some idea of the pressure upon the Fox girls at this time may be gathered from Mrs. Hardinge Britten’s* description from her own observation. She talks of “pausing on the first floor to hear poor patient Kate Fox, in the midst of a captious, grumbling crowd of investigators, repeating hour after hour the letters of the alphabet, while the no less poor, patient spirits rapped out names, ages and dates to suit all comers.” Can one wonder that the girls, with vitality sapped, the beautiful, watchful influence of the mother removed, and harassed by enemies, succumbed to a gradually increasing temptation in the direction of stimulants?
—Arthur Conan Doyle
Deception and despair: rose geranium and tea roses with mahogany wood, bourbon vanilla, and apple peel.

The Gas Lamp's Flare: Glistening red apple and a drift of dark, smoky black copal, saffron, galbanum, sweet orange rind, and myrrh.
The Great Sword of War: And there went out another horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword.
Mandarin, tonka, saffron, black tea, cocoa, tobacco leaf, sanguine red musk and five classical herbs of conflict.
The Hell-Gate of Ireland: The Cave of Cruachan in Connaught, a province that was given to the Formorians after the Battle of Mag Tuired. On the first of November, a flock of malevolent copper-colored birds bursts forth from the mouth of the cave, ushering a host of restless ghosts and wicked goblins that torment the living by blighting crops, killing livestock, stealing away brides-to-be, and replacing infants with changelings.
Smoldering brimstone, bitter labdanum, clove, black musk, and copper-colored feathers.
The Lights of Men's Lives: When Death saw that for a second time he was defrauded of his own property, he walked up to the physician with long strides, and said, “All is over with thee, and now the lot falls on thee,” and seized him so firmly with his ice-cold hand, that he could not resist, and led him into a cave below the earth. There he saw how thousands and thousands of candles were burning in countless rows, some large, others half-sized, others small. Every instant some were extinguished, and others again burnt up, so that the flames seemed to leap hither and thither in perpetual change. “See,” said Death, “these are the lights of men’s lives. The large ones belong to children, the half-sized ones to married people in their prime, the little ones belong to old people; but children and young folks likewise have often only a tiny candle.” “Show me the light of my life,” said the physician, and he thought that it would be still very tall. Death pointed to a little end which was just threatening to go out, and said, “Behold, it is there.”
The wax and smoke of millions upon millions of candles illuminating the walls of Death’s shadowy cave: some tall, straight, and strong, blazing with the fire of life, others dim and guttering.
The Lion: The dry, glorious warmth of the Savannah. A golden, spiced amber, proud, regal and ferocious.
The Moonlit Plum: Darting here and there,
the bat is exploring
the moonlit plum
Blue musk with white chrysanthemum, cascading wisteria, benzoin, vanilla orchid, ume blossom, and black plum.
The Pool of Tears: `I wish I hadn't cried so much!' said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. `I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That will be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day.'
A sea of salty tears drowning out Alice's light floral perfume.
The Oblation: Ask nothing more of me, sweet,
All I can give you I give
Heart of my heart, were it more,
More would be laid at your feet:
Love that should help you to live,
Song that should spur you to soar.

All things were nothing to give
Once to have sense of you more,
Touch you and taste of you, sweet,
Think you and breathe you and live,
Swept of your wings as they soar,
Trodden by chance of your feet.

I that have love and no more
Give you but love of you, sweet;
He that hath more, let him give;
He that hath wings, let him soar;
Mine is the heart at your feet
Here, that must love you to live.
A stirring blend of dianthus, French lavender, blackberry, and white honey.
There is a Garden in Her Face: Ethereal grace in earthly form: cherry blossoms, pink roses, and graceful white lilies under a sheen of pale honey.
The Radiance of an Opium-Dream: There is one dear topic, however, on which my memory fails me not. It is the person of Ligeia. In stature she was tall, somewhat slender, and, in her latter days, even emaciated. I would in vain attempt to portray the majesty, the quiet ease, of her demeanor, or the incomprehensible lightness and elasticity of her footfall. She came and departed as a shadow. I was never made aware of her entrance into my closed study save by the dear music of her low sweet voice, as she placed her marble hand upon my shoulder. In beauty of face no maiden ever equalled her. It was the radiance of an opium-dream –an airy and spirit-lifting vision more wildly divine than the phantasies which hovered vision about the slumbering souls of the daughters of Delos.
A haze of tuberose, pale jasmine, vanilla orchid, and lily, with a faint jagged edge of opium tar.
The Spell of the Eastern Sea: I was far from home, and the spell of the eastern sea was upon me. In the twilight I heard it pounding on the rocks, and I knew it lay just over the hill where the twisting willows writhed against the clearing sky and the first stars of evening. And because my fathers had called me to the old town beyond, I pushed on through the shallow, new-fallen snow along the road that soared lonely up to where Aldebaran twinkled among the trees; on toward the very ancient town I had never seen but often dreamed of.
Sea salt, kelp, and twisting willows.
The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil: Whiffs of cinnamon bark, almond, and spikenard surround a perfect fruit, whose scent is akin to a tamarind, with the grace of a fine grape, as warm and rich as a fresh fig, glistening red like pomegranate seeds, and as crisp as an apple.
The Tumultuous Vultures of Stern Passion: Of all the women whom I have ever known, she, the outwardly calm, the ever-placid Ligeia, was the most violently a prey to the tumultuous vultures of stern passion. And of such passion I could form no estimate, save by the miraculous expansion of those eyes which at once so delighted and appalled me –by the almost magical melody, modulation, distinctness and placidity of her very low voice –and by the fierce energy (rendered doubly effective by contrast with her manner of utterance) of the wild words which she habitually uttered.
Of such passion, I could form no estimate: sanguine red musk, red benzoin, wild plum, vetiver tar, and Indonesian patchouli beneath a still pool of sheer white musk and vanilla-gilded lily.
Thouros: Furious
Rose otto, lychee, and cistus absolute.
Twilight: An enigmatic, otherworldly scent, brimming with power and mystery.
Lavender and jasmine, with a touch of glowing honeysuckle.
Ulalume: The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere -
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year:
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir -
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Starry white lilies lend an eerie brightness to the deep black wooded scents of cypress and oak, layered with a touch of crushed dried leaves and the faintest aquatic note.
Umbra: The deepest, darkest point in a shadow; the area contained within the shadow of an eclipse. East African black patchouli, cedarwood, vetiver and a dribble of cinnamon.
Undertow: The Dark Side of Water: clean and purifying, yet menacing — lotus and juniper with a hint of mint. A scent dragged up from the depths to the Stygian shore.
Uruk: A city of mystery, wonder and majesty, said to have been built by order of Gilgamesh. Thick bitter almond and heady night-blooming jasmine with saffron, cinnamon leaf, red patchouli, river lilies, bergamot, fig leaf and the sacred incense of Inanna.
Van Van: A venerable voodoo blend, used for purification of the spirit and to amplify positive personal power.
Veil: A quiet scent, soft, calm and enigmatic. A perfume of mystery, of whispers, and of secrets behind secrets. White sandalwood, lilac, gardenia, violet, orris, lavender and ylang ylang.
Venice: A complex, voluptuous scent that captures the robust beauty and of the Italian Renaissance: lemon, red currant, wisteria, red rose petals, heady jasmine, Florentine orris root, waterlily, red sandalwood, violet plum, and violet leaf.
Verdandi: Necessity
Deep herbs and apple with black amber.
Verdant Decay: Ligeia had brought me far more, very far more than ordinarily falls to the lot of mortals. After a few months, therefore, of weary and aimless wandering, I purchased, and put in some repair, an abbey, which I shall not name, in one of the wildest and least frequented portions of fair England. The gloomy and dreary grandeur of the building, the almost savage aspect of the domain, the many melancholy and time-honored memories connected with both, had much in unison with the feelings of utter abandonment which had driven me into that remote and unsocial region of the country. Yet although the external abbey, with its verdant decay hanging about it, suffered but little alteration, I gave way, with a child-like perversity, and perchance with a faint hope of alleviating my sorrows, to a display of more than regal magnificence within.
A claustrophobic thicket of yew, cypress, and drooping oak grown wild with dense mounds of bittersweet nightshade, gleaming white foxglove, creeping black ivy, clusters of marshy false morel and fly agaric, and a smear of crushed, overripe baneberries.
Versailles: Grand, courtly and robust: a glittering, golden scent that would do Louis XIV proud. Gilded red and gold citrus with amber, ruby roses, jasmine and orris.
Vice: Voluptuous and indulgent! A deep chocolate scent, with black cherry and orange blossom.
Village Legend Lives Long: I had seen maps of the town, and knew where to find the home of my people. It was told that I should be known and welcomed, for village legend lives long; so I hastened through Back Street to Circle Court, and across the fresh snow on the one full flagstone pavement in the town, to where Green Lane leads off behind the Market house. The old maps still held good, and I had no trouble; though at Arkham they must have lied when they said the trolleys ran to this place, since I saw not a wire overhead. Snow would have hid the rails in any case. I was glad I had chosen to walk, for the white village had seemed very beautiful from the hill; and now I was eager to knock at the door of my people, the seventh house on the left in Green Lane, with an ancient peaked roof and jutting second story, all built before 1650.
The scent of ancient families harboring ancient secrets: thin dribbles of frankincense, bitter cistus, hollow myrrh, pale chamomile, and dark, furtive opoponax.
Villain: A classic Victorian men’s cologne: a lavender fougere, with hints of lilac, lime, and citrus musk.
Vital Fluid: Modern philosophy has admitted a plenum or universal principle of fluid matter, which occupies all space; and that as all bodies moving in the world, abound with pores, this fluid matter introduces itself through the interstices and returns backwards and forwards, flowing through one body by the currents which issue therefrom to another, as in a magnet, which produces that phenomenon which we call Animal Magnetism. This fluid consists of fire, air and spirit, and like all other fluids tends to an equilibrium, therefore it is easy to conceive how the efforts which the bodies make towards each other produce animal electricity, which in fact is no more than the effect produced between two bodies, one of which has more motion than the other; a phenomenon serving to prove that the body which has most motion communicates it to the other, until the medium of motion becomes an equilibrium between the two bodies, and then this equality of motion produces animal electricity.
—Wonders and mysteries of animal magnetism displayed; or the history, art, practice, and progress of that useful science, from its first rise in the city of Paris, to the present time. With several Curious Cases and new Anecdotes of the Principal Professors, 1791.
The breath and tears and pulse of all life; the fluid that flows through all creation, permeating space and time and spirit: olibanum, red benzoin absolute, labdanum, betel leaf, galbanum, mastic, and angelica.
Wicked: A paean to all the Wicked Queens, Evil Stepmothers, and other misunderstood villainesses throughout history and lore. Lends an aura of majesty, refinement, strength, and a deep, brooding malice. A sophisticated, womanly scent: rich myrrh and jasmine draped in the subtlest rose.
Winter-Time: Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.
Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.
When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.
Sweet, soft snow.
Windward Passage: Breezes blowing off of the waters of the Caribbean: marine accord, seaweed, and bladderwrack.
When Life Shone Warm in Thine Eye: Flushed with ardor, and vibrant with passion: rose-infused honey, radiant amber, pale myrrh, and golden jasmine enfolded in warm cardamom.
When Stars are Weeping: Glittering starry musk dotted with crystalline vanilla, benzoin, violet leaf, Italian bergamot, white honeysuckle, water lettuce, and grief-touched crushed carrot seed.
Whispers of Monstrous Things: Pointing to a chair, table, and pile of books, the old man now left the room; and when I sat down to read I saw that the books were hoary and mouldy, and that they included old Morryster’s wild Marvells of Science, the terrible Saducismus Triumphatus of Joseph Glanvill, published in 1681, the shocking Daemonolatreia of Remigius, printed in 1595 at Lyons, and worst of all, the unmentionable Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred, in Olaus Wormius’ forbidden Latin translation; a book which I had never seen, but of which I had heard monstrous things whispered.
Yellowed fragments of vellum and parchment scrawled with unnamable horrors invoking ghastly abominations: decaying papers and moldering leather with sickly-sweet tonka, inky musk, black sandalwood, black fig, sugandh kokila, and pimento leaf.
Whoso List to Hunt: Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind!
But as for me, alas, I may no more;
The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,
I am of them that furthest come behind.
Yet may I by no means my wearied mind
Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore
Fainting I follow; I leave off therefore,
Since in a net I seek to hold the wind.
Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,
As well as I, may spend his time in vain.
And graven with diamonds in letters plain,
There is written her fair neck round about,
"Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am,
And wild for to hold, though I seem tame."
Sensual brown musk, rich amber, English rose, oak bark, and moss.
Wolf Moon (2007): This scent is that of unending, unquenchable hunger and feral madness. This is the dead of winter: a frozen night, chill wind, and the sharp, warm perfume of blood, fur, fang, and claw. Winter air, Terebinth pine, juniper berry, dusty orris, deep amber, white sandalwood, black musk, blue cedar, and tonka.
Wolfsbane: Notorious for its properties for protection against werewolves and curing lycanthropy, this nefarious plant also has a fine history of use as a virulent poison. Clasically, Medea employed it in her many works of vengeance. This concoction of ours has none of the lethal qualities, but still personifies all of the herb's dark history beautifully.
Xiuhtecuhtli: Patron of the Aztec pantheon, he is the personification of light within darkness, warmth in the cold, and life in, and after, death. He is a creative and destructive God of Fire and Light, and is appeased only by sacrifice, trial, and the slaughter of his people’s enemies. Copal, plumeria and sweet orange and the smoke of South American incense and crushed jungle blooms.
Ya-Te-Vo: Travelers have told us of a plant, which they assert grows in Central Africa and also in South America, that is not contented with myriad of larger insects which it catches and consumes, but its voracity extends to making even humans its prey. This marvelous vegetable Minotaur is represented as having a short, thick trunk, from the top of which radiate giant spines, narrow and flexible but of extraordinary tenaciousness, the edges of which are armed with barbs, or dagger-like teeth. Instead of growing upright, or at an inclined angle from the trunk, these spines lay their outer ends upon the ground, and so gracefully are they distributed that the trunk resembles an easy couch with green drapery around it. The unfortunate traveler, ignorant of the monstrous creation which lies in his way, and curious to examine the strange plant, or to rest himself upon its inviting stalk approaches without a suspicion of his certain doom. The moment his feet are set within the circle of the horrid spines, they rise up, like gigantic serpents, and entwine themselves about him until he is drawn upon the stump, when they speedily drive their daggers into his body and thus complete the massacre. The body is crushed until every drop of blood is squeezed out of it and becomes absorbed by the gore-loving plant, when the dry carcass is thrown out and the horrid trap set again.
Barbed, sanguinary greenery, fleshy and sharp.
Yew Trees: There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale,
Which to this day stands single, in the midst
Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore:
Not loathe to furnish weapons for the Bands
Of Umfraville or Percy ere they marched
To Scotland's heaths; or those that crossed the sea
And drew their sounding bows at Azincour,
Perhaps at earlier Crecy, or Poictiers.
Of vast circumference and gloom profound
This solitary Tree! - a living thing
Produced too slowly ever to decay;
Of form and aspect too magnificent
To be destroyed. But worthier still of note
Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale,
Joined in one solemn and capacious grove;
Huge trunks! - and each particular trunk a growth
Of intertwisted fibres serpentine
Up-coiling, and inveteratley convolved, -
Nor uninformed with Fantasy, and looks
That threaten the profane; - a pillared shade,
Upon whose grassless floor of red-brown hue,
By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged
Perennially - beneath whose sable roof
Of boughs, as if for festal purpose decked
With unrejoicing berries - ghostly Shapes
May meet at noontide: Fear and trembling Hope,
Silence and Foresight, Death the Skeleton
And Time the Shadow; there to celebrate,
As in a natural temple scattered o'er
With altars undisturbed of mossy stone,
United worship; or in mute repose
To lie, and listen to the mountain flood
Murmuring from Glaramara's inmost caves.
Piercingly sweet berries over evergreen boughs, deepened by the tree’s sacred wood.
Zenobia: Zenobia was Queen of the Palmyrene Empire. She assumed leadership of her nomadic tribe after her father’s death, eventually marrying King Septimius Odaenathus. Zenobia seemed a contradiction: chaste, dark-eyed, and lovely, but able to drink, fight, and make war like a man. She fought, on horseback, alongside her husband in many battles, and ruled the Empire with a fair and just hand after her husband’s passing. To her people, she was the Lady of Victory, conquering several Roman provinces, including Egypt, and expelling the prefect, Tenagino Probus, who was beheaded after he led an attempt to seize back control of the territory for Rome. Her conquests enabled her to control many vital trade routes, further earning her the ire of the Romans. Unfortunately, she eventually overextended her reach. She was betrayed, and then captured by Emperor Aurelian, displayed in chains in a triumphal procession through Rome, her Empire dissolved. Rather than capitulate to misfortune, she made a new life for herself, and became a Roman matron, philosopher, and socialite.
Orris, clove, costus storax, patchouli, hyssop, frankincense, balsam, and saffron.
Zombi: Dried roses, rose leaf, Spanish moss, oakmoss and deep brown earth.
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WIP: Bioshock Storyline

here there be spoilers

[Beyond the Sea]

1. A Crash: "They told me... 'Son... you're special. You were born to do great things.' And you know what? They were right."(ad copy: mention fire, motor oil, a pearl necklace drifting down into the deep, and lingering around you... the faint scent of gunpowder.)
"To Jack, with love from Mom & Dad. Would you kindly not open until"

(ad copy)

2. A Lighthouse: No gods or kings. Only man.
(ad copy)
3. Welcome to Rapture: "I am Andrew Ryan, and I am here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? 'No,' says the man in Washington, 'it belongs to the poor.' 'No,' says the man in the Vatican, 'it belongs to God.' 'No,' says the man in Moscow, 'it belongs to everyone.' I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture."
(ad copy)
"A city where the artist would not fear the censor. Where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality. Where the great would not be constrained by the small. And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well."
4. Shotwave Radio: "Would you kindly pick up that shortwave radio? I don't know how you survived that plane crash, but I've never been one to question Providence. I'm Atlas, and I aim to keep you alive. Now keep on moving ... we're gonna have to get you to higher ground."
(mention the dragon's blood of seeing a splicer kill the man to investigate the plane crash from the bathysphere station you've pulled into and honeyed fig in ad copy, the sound of Atlas' voice)
(link to Bathysphere)
5. First Time: "Steady now! Your genetic code is being rewritten -— just hold on and everything will be fine!"
(ad copy)
"You all right, boyo? First time Plasmid's a real kick from a mule. But ... there's nothing like a fistful of lightning, now is there?"
(mention one of Fistful's ad copy notes, mention one of Jack's ad copy notes, mention glowing golden amber in ad copy notes)
(link to the Wrench and Fistful of Lightning; a one-two punch with Electro Bolt)
6. Kashmir: "Whatever you thought about right and wrong on the surface, well, that don't count for much down in Rapture. Those Little Sisters, they carry ADAM -- the genetic material that keeps the wheels of Rapture turning. everybody wants it; everybody needs it."
(ad copy)
"Listen -- I've got a family. I need to get them out of here. But the Splicers have cut me off from them. If you can reach them in Neptune's Bounty, then maybe, just maybe ... I know you must feel like the unluckiest man in the world right now, but you're the only hope I'll ever see my wife and child again. Go to Neptune's Bounty ... find my family ... please."
(ad copy)
7. Medical Pavilion: "So tell me, friend, which one of the bitches sent you? The KGB wolf, or the CIA jackal? Here's the news: Rapture isn't some sunken ship for you to plunder, and Andrew Ryan isn't a giddy socialite who can be slapped around by government muscle. And with that, farewell, or dasvidaniya, whichever you prefer."
(mention Diane McClintock in ad copy for this one or the next one)
8. O Goddess: "If you want to use the Emergency Access, you'll be needing Dr. Steinman's key. He's the one what runs this place. But I don't expect him to hand it to you out of the milk of human kindness. Steinman ain't that kind, and frankly, I'm not even sure he's still human."
(in ad copy mention Aphrodite and Steinman's worship of Her, maybe some of what She stands for as a goddess, the beautiful and horrific aspects of love)
"Symmetry. It's time we did something about symmetry."
9. Maternal Instinct: "I've seen good bunco, and I've seen great bunco. But, when you waltz through Rapture and World War Two without even a scratch? You got more than leprechauns watching over you."
(mention gardenia and glowing golden orange blossom in ad copy)
(ad copy, Tenenbaum and the Little Sister, being given an option to harvest or rescue her)
10. Neptune's Bounty: "Grown man, jumping at ghosts. Fontaine's dead and everybody knows it. In the ground for months, and half the place still jumping at his shadow. Christ, even Ryan. You never mind all that. We got work to do."
(in ad copy mention Peach Wilkins and the research camera he gives you)
11. Smuggler's Hideout: "You ooze in like an assassin and then you try to sneak out like a thief. You're no CIA spook. Who are you? Why have you come here?"
(ad copy, the explosion of the Bathysphere holding Atlas' wife and child)
"There's two ways to deal with a mystery: uncover it or eliminate it."
12. Arcadia: "You might hear things about me, see my name about. Think what you will. There was a time when I cared about politics, but it's just an excuse men use to kill one another. I'm done with all that. I just want to see the sunlight again."
(ad copy: mention the Atlas posters and Masha Lutz and her family; Masha seeing the trees for the first time before being turned into a Little Sister. Mention the Ghosts and link to Rapture Ghosts)
13. Lazarus Vector: "Why are you so resistant to the traditional methods of separating a man from his soul? You're not CIA, are you ... you belong to Atlas, the one roach I can't seem to exterminate. Don't worry. I just need time to find the proper poison."
(mention Julie Langford and Tasha Denu. In ad copy notes mention: honey, rain, green grass and sweet, decaying fruits)
14. Blood-Spattered Moth: (ad copy talks about Atlas explaining Cohen is a psychopath when your radio transmission is taken over)
"Ah, that's better. Atlas, Ryan, Atlas, Ryan, duh duh duh, duh duh duh. Time was you could get something decent on the radio. The artist has a duty to seduce the ear and delight the spirit, so say goodbye to those two blowhards, and hello to an evening with Sander Cohen!"
(ad copy: mention the people Cohen is having you kill? and Kyle Fitzpatick, to put their four photos into his Quadtych. mention bleeding white plaster sculptures of people and a poster for Moira and Patrick, a Sander Cohen musical and story of love after death)
15. Quadtych: "You flutter all around the Fort, taking life as you go. You're not a moth, you're an angel. I've never painted an angel ... maybe I should."
(ad copy)
16. Hephaestus: "Now would you kindly head to Ryan's office and kill the son of a bitch?"
"A man builds a city at the bottom of the sea. That's a marvel. Another man happens to be on a plane that crash lands on the same city in the middle of the ocean. Why, that sounds more like ... a miracle."
(ad copy)
"So far away from your family, from your friends, from everything you ever loved. But, for some reason you like it here. You feel something you can't quite put your finger on. Think about it for a second and maybe the word will come to you: nostalgia."
(mention Kyburz in ad copy and his "device": an EMP bomb and the Genetic Key? if so link to it. Mention Key either here or in the couple following. Ad copy notes:
17. Central Control: "Even in the book of lies, sometimes you find truth. There is indeed a season for all things. And now that I see you flesh-to-flesh and blood-to-blood, I know I cannot raise my hand against you. But know this: you are my greatest disappointment.

"Does your master hear me? Atlas!? You can kill me, but you will never have my city! My strength is not in steel and fire! That is what the parasites will never understand. A season for all things: a time to live, and a time to die. A time to build, and a time ... TO DESTROY!"
(ad copy: creation and destruction. Melon, dragon's blood, musky bodies of smugglers pinned to the walls... and a touch of jasmine.)
"Come now, my child. There is one final thing to discuss."

18. Audio Diaries: Would You Kindly (mention Suchong, this is primarily about his work [and Tenenbaum's] mention Jasmine Jolene)
19. Powerful Phrase: "The assassin has overcome my final line of defense, and now he plans to murder me. In the end what separates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No, a man chooses, and a slave obeys!
(mention the jasmine note and the fig+honey notes in ad copy)
20. Obey: "You think you have memories. A farm. A family. An airplane. A crash. And then this place. Was there really a family? Did that airplane crash, or, was it hijacked? Forced down, forced down by something less than a man, something bred to sleepwalk through life unless activated by a simple phrase, spoken by their kindly master. Come in.
"Stop, would you kindly?
"Would you kindly, powerful phrase. Familiar phrase?
"Sit, would you kindly? Stand, would you kindly? Run! Stop! Turn. Was a man sent to kill, or a slave?
"KILL!
"A man chooses!
"A slave obeys!
"OBEY!"
(mention golden, glowing amber, orange, and dragon's blood in ad copy. Golden, glowing direction splashed with gore.)
"Hurry now... grab Ryan's Genetic Key! Now would you kindly put it in that goddamn machine?"
"Goal Completed: Kill Andrew Ryan"
"Continue?"
21. Never Was: "Nice work, boyo!"
(ad copy: fig and honey. then, "the sound of laughter")
"It's time to end this little masquerade. There ain't no Atlas, kid. Never was. Fella in my line a work takes on a variety of aliases. Hell, once I was even a chinaman for six months. But, you've been a sport, so I guess I owe you a little honesty. The name's Frank Fontaine."
(ad copy: shifting, shimmering florals and green tea)
"I gotta say, I had a lotta business partners in my life, but you ... 'Course the fact that you were genetically conditioned to bark like a cocker spaniel when I said "Would you kindly" might have had something to do with it, but still ...

"Now as soon as that machine finishes processing the genetic key you just fished off Ryan, I'm gonna run Rapture, tits to toes. You been a pal, but you know what they say: never mix business with friendship. Thanks for everything, kid. Don't forget to say hi to Ryan for me."
22: Tenenbaum's Safehouse: "Welcome back, child. Welcome to the city where you were born. You are angry at Fontaine, yes? Now you know the truth. You are his tool, brought back to Rapture to save him. While you sleep, I undo some of Fontaine's mental conditioning. His control is no longer complete, but he can still pull some very unpleasant strings."
(ad copy. mention the freed Little Sisters)
"New Goal: Save yourself from Fontaine"
23. Code Yellow: "I just told your brain to tell your heart to stop beating. Not right off the bat, mind you. The heart's a stubborn muscle. But, not that stubborn."
(ad copy)
24. Fontaine's Apartment:
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.
(ad copy: mention 5744; the apartment's key code, and Danny Boy playing throughout. Florals, green tea, tobacco and oak.)
25. Lot 192: "Fontaine's become some kind of boogeyman in Rapture, that myth gives him power. But peel back flim-flam and the humbug, he's just another con man. And like all con men, he worries he'll end up on the wrong side of grift. That's why he commissioned Lot 192 -- the antidote to the mental control Plasmid. Fontaine said I better not tell anybody about the antidote, not even Tenenbaum. And Suchong is inclined to listen."
(ad copy)
"Now you are having freedom. Suchong's drugs should have no hold on you. Take the bathysphere to Point Prometheus. It is time for this matter to be settled."
26. Point Prometheus: "You see the suit control system? Sehr gut. Get it. That is step one of turning you into one of those disgusting Big Daddies. The only way to get through that door Fontaine went through is to have a little one open it for you. And they'll only trust you if you look like, sound like, and even smell like one of those big, stinking brutes."
(link to Big Daddies perfume in ad copy. Jack's perfume notes with Big Daddy perfume notes and the Little Sister you're protecting)
27. Lair: "I remember when me and the Kraut put you on that sub. You were no more than two. You were my ace in the hole. But you were also the closest thing I've ever had to a son. That's why this hurts, kid. Life isn't strictly business.
(ad copy)
"I had you built! I sent you topside! I took you back, showed you what you was, what you was capable of! Even that life you thought you had, that was something I dreamed of and tattooed inside your head! Now if you don't call that family, I don't know what is!"
(ad copy: the little sisters kill him. Florals, green tea, and the three forms Fontaine takes: ice, electric, and fire)
Choose:


  • Harvest

  • Rescue

Rescue+Harvest:
"Stay away from her or it is you who will be shot next!"
"Easy now, Doctor, he's just lookin' for a wee bit of Adam, just enough to get by..."
"I'll not have him hurt my Little Ones..."
"It's okay, lad. That's not a child, not any more it ain't. Dr. Tenenbaum saw to that."
"Bitte, do not hurt her! Have you no heart?"
"Aye, that's a pretty sermon comin' from the ghoul who cooked up them creatures in the first place. Took fine little girls and turned 'em into that, didn't you? Listen to me, boyo: you won't survive without the Adam those... things... are carryin'. Are you prepared to trade your life and the lives of my wife and child for Tenenbaum's little frankensteins?"
"Here! There is another way... use this. Free them from their torment... I will make it to be worth your while... somehow."
Harvest: (ad copy after the dialogue)
"That ADAM should do the trick. You did the right thing. Just remember: them things aren't people no more. And it's Dr. Tenenbaum they've got to thank for it."
(link to RLS plasmid at the end of both, say it's what Tenenbaum gave you in the copy)
Rescue: (ad copy after the dialogue)
"The path of the righteous is not always easy, yes? The reward will become clear in time. Be patient."
(link to RLS plasmid at the end of both, say it's what Tenenbaum gave you in the copy)

A Story of Love after Death: Bonus perfume where Atlas is real. SHUT UP AND LET ME HAVE THIS ok
(Atlas' fig and honey, Jack's pomegranate and sweetgrass, Little Sisters' gardenia and vanilla, and Tenenbaum's chamomile in ad copy)

Bathysphere: "We're putting all the bathyspheres in lockdown until further notice. Ryan had us install some kinda genetic device into the things so only Ryan and his inner circle will be able to use 'em without dispensation. But the boys tell me the keys are pretty unreliable. Sisters, cousins-anybody in the ballpark, genetically, will be able to come and go as they see fit."
(ad copy. Mention melon and dragon's blood)

Big Daddies: "That's the Big Daddy. She gathers ADAM, he keeps her safe."
(ad copy. Link to Little Sisters)

Genetic Key: "We all make choices. But in the end, our choices make us."
(glowing golden amber and orange with melon and dragon's blood in ad copy)

Little Sisters: "Those Little Sisters, they carry ADAM -- the genetic material that keeps the wheels of Rapture turning. everybody wants it; everybody needs it."
(ad copy. Link to Big Daddies, RLS plasmid, Tenenbaum's Safehouse, Rescue, and Harvest)

Pheromones: "All roads in Rapture lead to Ryan. The security, the Splicers, the Big Daddies, the Little Sisters: he pumps some kind of chemical scent in the air, pheromones they call it, makes them all dance to his tune."
(ad copy, mention melon and dragon's blood)
"Doctor Suchong, frankly, I'm shocked by your proposal. If we were to modify the structure of our commercial Plasmid line as you propose, to have them make the user vulnerable to mental suggestion through pheromones, would we not be able to effectively control the actions of the citizens of Rapture? Free will is the cornerstone of this city. The thought of sacrificing it is abhorrent. However... we are indeed in a time of war. If Atlas and his bandits have their way, will they not turn us into slaves? And what will become of free will then? Desperate times call for desperate measures."

Rapture Ghosts: "Seems like some poor blighters have started seeing ghosts. Ghosts! Ryan tells me it's a side effect of this Plasmid business. One poor sod's memories getting passed on to another through genetic sampling. Leaks. Lunatics. Rebellion. And now bleeding ghosts. Ain't life in Rapture grand?""
(ad copy)

Splicers: "This little fish looks like he just had his cherry popped! I wonder if he's still got some ADAM on him."
(ad copy... ADAM, roses, and cherry)

Vita-Chamber: "Initial Deployment, Vita-Chamber/Client Ryan Industries. Stage one is complete. Sinclair and Alexander tried to explain the science to me, but Suchong does not believe them. They keep saying Plasmid reconstruction this and quantum entanglement that, and then poof, dead people come back to life. Bullshit! Of course, Ryan will only allow it to be tuned to his genetic frequencies for the testing..."
(Mention melon and dragon's blood in ad copy)

Wrench: "Now, would you kindly find a crowbar or something? Bloody Splicers sealed Johnny in before they ... goddamn Splicers."
(ad copy, the icy wrench)
(link to Fistful of Lightning at the end with: "Give 'em the combo: zap 'em then whack 'em. One-two punch! Remember, the one-two punch!")

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Bewitched: Deep, luscious green and berry scents that evoke images of woodland witchcraft and the raw power of nature: blackberry, sage, green tea, wild berries and dark musk.
In the bottle: Beautiful deep, dark sage and berries with a touch of aquatic green tea. Berries smell black, purple, blue, red and juicy and ripe and the sage has a wonderful hint of spice to it.
Wet: Steady green tea and sage, brightened with glittering deep berries.
Dry: Slightly musky berries with full sage and warm blackberry. A slight hint of green tea and other berries sweetens the background.
Kuang Shi: Bust out the dzang dzi! This scent honors the zombies of Chinese lore. Mandarin orange, white musk, mango, and white sandalwood.
In the bottle: Light, citrusy and fruity. Mandarin, hint of mango. Very bright.
Wet: It's very bright, smells of mandarin and mango, with a touch of mango skin. Slight citrus rind sort of smell and sandalwood, like powdered sandalwood.
Dry: Mango-sandalwood with a soft spray of citrus, like peeling a mandarin. More of the musk comes out and fights a tiny bit with the citrus, but it isn't drastically unpleasant, just something I'm sensitive to. Still enjoyable. Sandalwood dominates after a time with a dusting of mango.
Masquerade: A festive, dazzling blend, layered in mystery and intrigue. Patchouli, ambergris, carnation and orange blossom.
In the bottle: Patchouli and orange blossom with a bit of ambergris, possibly? Chilly and bright with a hint of carnation.
Wet: Softly spicy with a very light patchouli and a bit of warmth that may come from the ambergris? More carnation than orange blossom while wet on my skin.
Dry: Warm, velvety, slightly spicy patchouli and soft ambergris. A faint soft scent with a ghost of orange blossom in the background. Smells like nice sleep and creative, gentle dreams.
Nero: The pinnacle of power, poisoned by sin and indulgence - this is our homage to Classical Roman debauch. Rosemary, bay, pine and a touch of lemon.
In the bottle: Strong rosemary rounded out and brightened by bay with a hint of lemon. Fruitful, full pine stands behind the forenotes.
Wet: Pine and lemon in a fruity evergreen scent, filled out this time by circling rosemary.
Dry: Fruity rosemary, pine, and lemon with surprisingly little bay. Smells a tad too clean to really remind me of any kind of debauchery but it isn't a bad scent.
New Orleans: Reminiscent of hothouse blooms on a humid night, ripe, but touched with decay. Sweet honeysuckle and jasmine with a hint of lemon and spice.
In the bottle: Heady honeysuckle with a hint of jasmine. Some spice in there, a warm sort of spice, maybe cinnamon? Delightfully sweet and cool fruity notes but no lemon thus far. Smells like a hint of ylang ylang too.
Wet: The scent cools on my skin but still has a touch of warmth underneath. Almost minty. Very refreshing. There's a tiny bit of spice and more fruit here. Heavy heavenly honeysuckle, laden and drooping with a bit of jasmine.
Dry: A bit drier honeysuckle, maybe a little older blooms, the petals starting to curl. A soft touch of fruit almost like raisins? Might be that bit of spice. A warmth lingers and smells like soapy skin out of a hot shower. A nice scent.
Nyx: Named in honor of the primeval Greek Goddess of Night. A scent reflecting inky black skies and eternal desolation. Night-blooming jasmine, warmed by myrrh, lifted by the promise of rose.
In the bottle: Light jasmine softened by myrrh. Still sweet and heady, but sort of a more velvety kind of scent now. A hint of rose in the background.
Wet: Strong jasmine, faintly sweet. Rounded out by rose without showing much of a rose note.
Dry: Soft notes of jasmine and myrrh. Lightly powdery florals and a very light hint of red rose. Smells like something you'd dust your pillow with if you wanted to take a moment to pamper yourself as you went to sleep.
Ravenous: An utterly feral, thoroughly rousing perfume. Red patchouli sweetened by orange blossom.
In the bottle: Very sweet, candy-like. Too sweet to piece many notes out of, but might be orange-ish. A bit orange dreamsicle on PCP.
Wet: Still extremely sweet, orange-ish. Smells a tiny bit bloody.
Dry: A bit less sweet. Very much like sticky orange candy still. Way too sweet for me regardless. Don't catch much of the patchouli, but it is there.
Verdandi: Deep herbs and apple with black amber.
In the bottle: A wonderful, soft mix of apple and herbs. Amber shoulders blend gently, and it all smells lightly sweet. The scent reminds me of herbs just beginning to dry and curl.
Wet: The apple stands out a tiny bit more here and becomes a bit more redder than green, but the gentle, almost satiny brush of herbs remains. I can't smell much amber, making this a teeny bit sweeter, but still very enjoyable.
Dry: The apple comes out stronger, bolstered by herbs. There's a faintly smoky scent, lightly sweet, like incense.
Villain: A classic Victorian men’s cologne: a lavender fougere, with hints of lilac, lime, and citrus musk.
In the bottle: A lavender fougere with a faint note of vetiver. The lilac comes out strongly, and there is a faint hint of citrus.
Wet: The notes blend together very strongly. I can pick up lilac and a hint of lavender and musk, with a very small touch of citrus.
Dry: A warm, strong fougere with creamy lilac and musk. I don't pick up any citrus now, leaving this a heady, rich floral blend on my skin.
Wolf Moon 2007: Winter air, Terebinth pine, juniper berry, dusty orris, deep amber, white sandalwood, black musk, blue cedar, and tonka.
In the bottle: Instantly I pick up orris, a bit of pine and blue cedar. There's a light brush of juniper needles beneath.
Wet: Rolling juniper berries, a whisper of sandalwood and a light rush of cedar. There's a wonderful blue note and the notes together smell like swaying evergreen.
Dry: Soft, powdery juniper berries, warm sandalwood and orris, with the faintest hint of amber. Smells like warm fur a nest of evergreens.
Zombi: Dried roses, rose leaf, Spanish moss, oakmoss and deep brown earth.
In the bottle: Roses, a deep green, grassy note, curling and browning slightly as it dries. The scent of damp Spanish moss hanging and swaying from tree bark.
Wet: Dripping wet rose leaf, turned deep earth. Aquatics and green florals with a soft touch of oakmoss.

Dry: Soft, springy Spanish moss, touch of earth and oakmoss.

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I seem to amp: Frankincense, rose, musk, amber

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#20 Love Oil: An enticing formula
Pre-sniff thoughts: I like stuff about love
In the bottle: Almond, a bit of rose?
Wet: A bit of bright citrus? Almond, maybe rose
Dry: Rose, almond, something warm and a bit powdery
13 (June 2014): Cocoa, laurel leaf, caraway, Irish moss, clove bud, Solomon’s Seal, master root, white sage, lotus root, bronze fennel, broom straw, angelica, purple basil, and star anise husk
Pre-sniff thoughts: What a neat bunch of noes. I haven't smelled most of these. Very curious. Expect to smell the cocoa at least
In the bottle: Cocoa, caraway and clove, a tiny bit of anise. Maybe some fennel?
Wet: Less cocoa, more sweet spices. Anise, caraway, maybe a bit of moss and fennel
Dry: Very soft cocoa, moss, light florals and a hint of spice
13 ad Lunam (June 2014): Blue musk, white mallow, mugwort, opium poppy,  juniper root, grape leaf, white pear, lemon verbena, lavender-infused white amber, Russian sage, and sweetgum
Pre-sniff thoughts: A lot of notes here, some I've never tried. Curious about infused oils. Can hardly imagine what all of these together may smell like
In the bottle: Sweet, bubbly, like soda pop. Can't make out any individual notes
Wet: Something very sweetly woody I can't name. Some kind of candy
Dry: Lemon verbena, white mallow, something sweet
51: Green mandarin, neroli, honeydew, white amber, guava, freesia, white and green musks, desert scrub, smashed wood, dry, biting night air over Groom Lake salt flats
In the bottle: Honeydew, guava, neroli
Wet: Desert wood, guava, freesia
Dry: Desert wood, bit of salt
A Brilliant Ruby Colored Fluid: Strange toxins in red wine
Pre-sniff thoughts: I wonder what it'll smell like
In the bottle: Sweet citrus? And red wine, loud honey
Wet: Super sweet red wine
Dry: Sweet red wine
A Tremor Upon the Lips: Laotian oudh, carrot seed, white orris, frankincense, elemi, eucalyptus blossom.
Pre-sniff thoughts: Something really bright?
In the bottle: Carrot seed, frankincense, elemi?
Wet: Orris, carrot seed, elemi?
Dry: Carrot, orris, maybe a bit of frankincense
Absinthe: Wormwood, light mints, cardamom, anise, hyssop, hint of lemon
In the bottle: Anise, lemon, cardamom, bit of wormwood
Wet: Anise, cardamom, touch of wormwood
Dry: Wormwood, cardamom
Aelopile: Amber, citrus, labdanum, verbena, cedar, oud
In the bottle: Citrus, cedar
Wet: Citrus, cedar, verbena
Dry: Cedar, amber, bit of citrus
Aizen-Myoo: Yuzu, kaki, mikan, cherry blossoms, black tea
In the bottle: Yuku, mikan
Wet: Mikan, cherry blossom
Dry: Cherry blossom, yuzu?
A Low Candle-Lit Room: Candle wax, waxen skin, rotting leather, damp wood, fireplace ash
Pre-sniff thoughts:
In the bottle: Candle wax
Wet: Candle wax, a bit of something else. A hint of wood?
Dry: Soft candle wax
A Measurement of the Soul: Wild fig, cedarwood, venerable ti leaf, and white sage.
Pre-sniff thoughts: Never heard of ti leaf, super curious about it
In the bottle: Cedar, sage, something sweet and green
Wet: Stronger cedar and sweet green
Dry: Soft cedar, a hint of fig
All Saint's 2014: French pontifical incense: frankincense, myrth, Damascus rose, lily-of-the-valley, autumn wind
Pre-sniff thoughts: This is delightful and I need to bathe in it
In the bottle: Rose, myrrh, a bit of frankincense and lily
Wet: Rose, myrrh, a bit of lily
Dry: Myrrh, soft rose
Almond Blossom: Almond blossom, hoar-frost, snow-wind
Pre-sniff thoughts: I fucking love almond
In the bottle: Almond, cool notes
Wet: Cold almond blossom
Dry: Warmer almond blossom
Anaxagoras: The fire of the sun, the glow of the moon, the twinkle of stars, temple incense, scorched olive leaf: Tunisian amber, Italian bergamot, blue and white musks, styrax, libanon, and myrron.
Pre-sniff thoughts: Sounds like a very musky, strong scent from the notes I recognize
In the bottle: Lightly sweet with a leaf-like quality
Wet: Tiny bit of musk, a powdery floral scent
Dry: A soft floral, with a touch of musk
Anteros: Red musk, chypre, saffron, patchouli, bergamot, red currant, vanilla bean
In the bottle: Chypre, saffron, red musk, bit of bergamot
Wet: Red currant, bergamot, sweet patchouli
Dry: Musk, saffron, patchouli, bit of red currant
Anubis: Holy myrrh, storax, balsam, embalming herbs
In the bottle: Myrrh, something creamy an sweet. Maybe mint
Wet: Mint, cream, hint of myrrh
Dry: Myrrh (light), little mint
Arcana: Frankincense, rosemary, lavender, neroli, verbena
In the bottle: Neroli, verbena
Wet: Verbena, hint of rosemary, tiny bit of neroli
Dry: Neroli, verbena
Arkham: Maple, birch, dogwood, cypress, pine, bergamot, columbine, rue anemone, blue violet, creeping phlox, bloodroot, toadflax, pixie moss
In the bottle: Pine, cypress, birch, moss, violet
Wet: Cypress, bit of maple, pine, violet, moss, tiny hint of bergamot?
Dry: Dogwood, moss? Hint of pine and violet
At the Mid Hour of Night: Indigo musk, star jasmine, white patchouli, vanilla orchid, moonflower, night-blooming cereus, olibanum, Ceylon cinnamon
Pre-sniff thoughts: Has some of my absolute favorite flowers. Curious how the sweet florals will go with the cinnamon, and if I'll be able to smell the moonflower and cereus
In the bottle: Patchouli, musk, olibanum
Wet: Jasmine, vanilla orchid, bit of patchouli
Dry: Musk, vanilla orchid
Athens: Myrrh, golden honey, red wine, sweet flowers
In the bottle: Honey, a hint of wine and myrrh
Wet: Honey, wine
Dry: Honey, hint of wine
Baron Samedi: BPAL's spin on traditional bay rum
In the bottle: Sweet, bay leaf
Wet: Sweet, bay leaf
Dry: Soft, sweet bay
Bayou: Aquatic blue-green notes, Spanish moss, evergreen, cypress, hothouse flowers, swamp blooms
In the bottle: Cypress, aquatic, blooms
Wet: Spanish moss, blooms, tiny bit of aquatic notes
Dry: Spanish moss, cypress, blooms
Bensiabel: Plum juice, lilac, leather, herbs
Pre-sniff thoughts: Plum, lilac, and leather need to be together more often
In the bottle: Plum and lilac
Wet: Plum, lavender, herbs, a touch of leather
Dry: Leather, plum, and lavender
Bewildered in a Dream: French lavender, black tea, orange blossom, green tea leaf, pink flowering thorn, a blot of inky resins.
Pre-sniff thoughts: This sounds a lot like a green fougere
In the bottle: Lavender, black tea, green tea leaf, pink thorns
Wet: Pink thorn, black tea, green leaf, lavender
Dry: Water, black tea, orange blossom, green tea leaf
Bewitched: Blackberry, sage, green tea, wild berries, dark musk
In the bottle: Green tea, hint of sage and berries
Wet: Sage, bit of berry
Dry: Blackberry, sage, berries
Bitter Moon 2006: Poppy, lotus root, wild rose, hibiscus, blackberry, tonka, sage, lavender, peony, vetiver
Pre-sniff thoughts: I like sage and blackberry together a lot, and most of the other notes sound great. Wondering how vetiver'll effect the rest.
In the bottle: Lavender, sage, vetiver
Wet: Sage, poppy, vetiver, maybe a bit of lavender in the background?
Dry: Rose, sage, bit of blackberry and a hint of hibiscus?
Black Forest: Pine, ambergris, black musk, juniper, cypress
In the bottle: Pine, cypress, juniper
Wet: Pine, cypress
Dry: Pine, cypress
Black Lotus: Black lotus flower, amber, myrrh, sandalwood
In the bottle: Lotus
Wet: Lotus, myrrh
Dry: Lotus, myrrh
Blacker Than Raven Wings of Midnight: Black tea leaf fougere, black sandalwood, vanilla, osmanthus, 18-year aged Indonesian patchouli, the suggestion of ancient incense smoke.
Pre-sniff thoughts: It seems like it'll smell really smoky and incensy
In the bottle: Fougere, vanilla, patchouli
Wet: Patchouli, osmanthus? fougere and sandalwood
Dry: Sandalwood, vanilla, osmanthus?
Blood Kiss: Creamy vanilla, honey, clove, red cherries, vetiver, poppy, blood red wine, musk
In the bottle: Cherry, honey, vanilla
Wet: Honey, cherry, clove
Dry: Honey, musk, cherry. Poppy?
Blood Lotus: Lush, blood-red blossoms
Pre-sniff thoughts: Curious which flowers this may smell like
In the bottle: Red cherry, hibiscus?
Wet: Dark cherry, musky florals, violet?
Dry: Warm, red, pearlescent cherry
Blood Pearl: Orris, blood musk, coconut
In the bottle: Musk, miniscule bit of coconut
Wet: Orris, teeny bit of musk
Dry: Musk
Blue Snowballs: Blueberry slush, hint lime and blackberry juice
In the bottle: Blueberry, blackberry
Wet: Blueberry, blackberry
Dry: Blackberry, hint of blueberry and lime
Bluebeard: Violet, lavender, white musk, vetiver
In the bottle: Vetiver, tiny hint of violet
Wet: Vetiver, musk
Dry: Musk, lavender, touch of violet
Bly: Rain-lashed stones, fading summer flowers
In the bottle: Cold rain, hint of flowers
Wet: Flowers, stone, tiny bit of rain?
Dry: Flowers (wet flowers), stone
Bonfire: Single note
Pre-sniff thoughts: Plz let this smell like the real thing
In the bottle: Vaguely like a bonfire
Wet: Much more fiery and smoky
Dry: Soft, sweet smoke
Bram Stoker: Bourbon vetiver, opoponax, bergamot, hay
Pre-sniff thoughts: I cannot even imagine what this is gonna smell like
In the bottle: Vetiver, hay, something else?
Wet: Almost sickly sweet eugh
Dry: eugh
Burial: Forest scents, including juniper and patchouli. Upturned cemetery loam, floral offerings to the dead
In the bottle: Patchouli, juniper, earth
Wet: Juniper, cedar? Itty bitty hint of florals
Dry: Juniper, patchouli, hint of cedar
Cathedral: Incense smoke, pure resins
In the bottle: Wood, incense, soft sweet and light smoke
Wet: Incense smoke
Dry: Smokier incense
Catherine: Orange blossom, rosemary, rose
Pre-sniff thoughts: I'm not sure if I'll like this one, we'll see what the rosemary does tho
In the bottle: Rosemary, orange
Wet: Softer rosemary, a bit of orange
Dry: Rose, soft rosemary and a hint of orange. Very enjoyable
Cathode: Ambergris, Spanish moss, oakmoss, three electric mints
In the bottle: Mint, hint of moss
Wet: Mint,bit of ambergris
Dry: Spanish moss, oakmoss, ambergris
Chuparosa: (no notes given)
In the bottle: Rose, water, lily of the valley
Wet: Water, lily of the valley
Dry: Rose
Claircognizance: Rockrose, white amber, Corsican immortelle, Siamese benzoin, white sandalwood, and life everlasting.
Pre-sniff thoughts: Very curious about rockrose and imortelle. This sounds super warm
In the bottle: Sandalwood, other notes I can't place
Wet: Stronger sandalwood, something almost citrusy?
Dry: Soft, powdery sandalwood and a bit of benzoin
Cuchulain's Fight with the Sea: Sea salt, clove stem, flayed kelp, juniper, white patchouli
Pre-sniff thoughts: Wonder if this will be similar to selkie or what, it doesn't seem so. interesting notes for a sea scent
In the bottle: Bright white patchouli and seafoam
Wet: Bright lemon and pale juniper. a dash of sea spray
Dry: Kelp, bits of juniper
Dark Rosaleen: Frankincense, pine pitch, amber, oakmoss
Pre-sniff thoughts: Curious how much the pine and frankincense will come out. This sounds like a very full-bodied, deep scent aside from their brightness and sweetness.
In the bottle: Yep. Frankincense and pine.
Wet: Frankincense, amber, pine
Dry: Soft pine, warm amber, light frankincense

Death on a Pale Horse: White musk, mint, lavender, patchouli, vetiver, yuzu, lime, geranium bourbon, white sandalwood, calla lily
Pre-sniff thoughts: This sounds like it might be floral and a touch dark and musky/herbal
In the bottle: Mint, vetiver, yuzu? patchouli
Wet: Sandalwood, a bit of mint and citrus
Dry: Yuzu? musk, mint, sandalwood, lily
Dee: English leather, rosewood, tonka, incense, parchment, soft woods
Pre-sniff thoughts: A very English scholarly scent, with a lot of notes I love
In the bottle: Rose leaf (instead of rosewood), tonka, aquatic notes, incense
Wet: Tonka, soft woods, a bit of leather?
Dry: Rosewood, herbs, tonka and incense
Delphi: Laurel branches, bay, honeyed wine
In the bottle: Bay, touch of honey
Wet: Wine, incense
Dry: Incense, bit of wine
Dido: (no description given)
In the bottle: Lemon?
Wet: Softer lemon. Pine?
Dry: Pine, lemon. Ozone?
Die Sundë: Blood musk, hothouse orchid, fig leaf, frankincense, white amber, and tobacco honey.
In the bottle: Frankincense, blood musk, orchid
Wet: Fig leaf, frankincense, blood musk, bit of orchid
Dry: Fig leaf, frankincense, bit of amber, musk
Dionysia: Wild plum, pomegranate, raspberry, Siamese benzoin, plum blossom, frankincense, mahogany
In the bottle: Pomegranate, raspberry
Wet: Pomegranate, raspberry
Dry: Raspberry, bit of plum, hint of pomegrante, frankincense, and mahogany
Dracul: Black musk, tobacco, fir, balsam of Peru, cumin, bitter clove, crushed mint, orange blossom
In the bottle: Cumin, tobacco, fir, clove
Wet: Cumin, tobacco, bit of mint, clove, fir
Dry: Cumin, tobacco, musk, fir, clove
Ectoplasm: White amber, lemongrass, white oakmoss, and davana.
Pre-sniff thoughts: Curious about lemongrass and oakmoss together
In the bottle: Lemongrass, a bit of davana?
Wet: Softer lemongrass
Dry: A touch of lemongrass and maybe davana?
Eden: Fig leaf, fig fruit, honeyed almond milk, toasted coconut, sandalwood
In the bottle: Honeyed almond, toasted coconut
Wet: Almond, sandalwood, coconut
Dry: Coconut, almond, bit of fig leaf
Eldritch Dark: Black and red musks, honey, leather, sugared black rose
In the bottle: Sugared rose, tiny hint of leather
Wet: Rose, tiny bit of sugar and leather
Dry: Musk, hint of rose
Elegba: Coconut, tobacco, sugared rum
In the bottle: Coconut, bit of rum with sugar
Wet: Coconut, sugar, hint of tobacco
Dry: Coconut, teeny bit of rum
Endymion: D'Anjou pear, lily of the valley, bois du rose, white musk
In the bottle: Rose, lily of the valley, hint of pear
Wet: Lily of the valley, touch of pear
Dry: Rose, bit of lily of the valley
Envy: Green herbs, mint, lime, lavender
In the bottle: Lime, herbs
Wet: Lime, green herbs, bit of mint
Dry: Lime, touch of herbs
Epitaph: Roses and funeral lilies as perceived through a faint, ghostly mist
In the bottle: Lily, hint of mist
Wet: Lily, bit of rose, tiny bit of mist
Dry: Rose, lily
Eros: Myrrh, lilac, honey wine, crimson tea leaf, sweet resins
In the bottle: Tea, resins, honeyed wine, lilac
Wet: Honey wine, resins, bit of tea
Dry: Resins, lemony
Eusapia: Pale lilacs, white tea, and candle wax
Pre-sniff thoughts: Curious if the candle wax will come out
In the bottle: White tea, a drip of candle wax and something very bright
Wet: White tea, pale green notes
Dry: Soft, pale white tea and a touch of candle wax
Eve: Apple blossom, rose, ylang ylang, honey
Pre-sniff thoughts: I love all of these notes, curious if it will smell more heady or sweet
In the bottle: Apple blossom with a hint of ylang ylang and honey
Wet: Apple blossom, rose
Dry: Apple blossom, rose, a bit of honey
Event Horizon: Black opium, labdanum, opoponax, black orchid, benzoin
In the bottle: Black opium, light resins?
Wet: Orchid, resins
Dry: Resinous
Fairy Thorn: Vanilla, musk, tuberose, Siamese red benzoin, cassis flower, Irish moss, white sandalwood, plum nectar, violet leaf, apple petals
Pre-sniff thoughts: Sounds musky, sweet, and swirling?
In the bottle: Apple, Violet, plum, a bit of cassis?
Wet: Cassis, Plum, tuberose, a hint of benzoin
Dry: Vanilla musk, tuberose, sandalwood, plum and moss?

Faunalia: Wild musk, opobalsamum, black bryony, mandragora, and hemlock.
Pre-sniff thoughts: I'm so excited for this, I love foresty wilderness scents.
In the bottle: Deep, endless green woods
Wet: Woods, a bit of wild berries, musk?
Dry: Musk, cypress? deep, embracing woods
Faustus: Frankincense, cinnamon, violet
In the bottle: Frankincense
Wet: Frankincense, violet
Dry: Softer frankincense and violet
Fettered in the Shackles of the Drug: Sweet opium smoke, neroli, yellow bergamot, star anise.
In the bottle: Opium, a bit of star anise
Wet: Opium, a bit of citrus and anise
Dry: Opium, a bit of bergamot
Florence: Iris, bright berries, amber, velvety spices
In the bottle: Iris, amber
Wet: Amber, bit of spice, flowers
Dry: Spice, amber, bit of berry
Gaueko: Blackened sandalwood, lavender, tobacco, nag champa, labdanum
Pre-sniff thoughts: Might be smoky and kinda heavy but not unpleasant
In the bottle: Very nicely sweet, lavender, tobacco, and nag champa?
Wet: Curry sort of spice, sweet and warm
Dry: Warm, soft spice and lavender
Gingerbread Zombie: Gingerbread, dried roses, rose leaf, Spanish moss, deep brown earth
In the bottle: Gingerbread, moss
Wet: Gingerbread, rose, moss
Dry: Gingerbread, moss, hint of earth
Glasgow: Blackberry, heather
In the bottle: Something sweet
Wet: Hints of blackberry bramble
Dry: Blackberry, light, aquatic floral
Golden Priapus: Vanilla, amber, juniper, rosewood, white pine
In the bottle: Pine, juniper, rosewood
Wet: Juniper, pine, rosewood
Dry: Rosewood, amber, bit of vanilla and juniper
Gomorrah: Ripe fig, date, currant, black herbs
In the bottle: Dates, herbs
Wet: Fig, dates
Dry: Dates, fig, herbs
Gossips of Ghost Land: Black cedar, patchouli, tea leaf, pink peppercorn, mate, and lime rind.
Pre-sniff thoughts: This sounds super spicy and a bit citrusy hm
In the bottle: Pink peppercorn, cedar, patchouli, and a bit of tea leaf
Wet: Mate? tea leaf, patchouli, cedar, a hint of peppercorn
Dry: Cedar, a bit of peppercorn
Graveyard Dirt Redux: Single note
Pre-sniff thoughts: I really hope this smells like earth
In the bottle: Witch hazel??
Wet: Less solvent?
Dry: Somewhat earthy
Grog: Pirate rum
In the bottle: Rum
Wet: Still rum
Dry: Faintly dry rum
Hades: Black narcissus, cypress, stephanotis, opoponax, onycha, ambergris
In the bottle: (placeholder)
Wet: (placeholder)
Dry: (placeholder)
Hagiophobia: Frankincense, myrrh, labdanum, yuzu, ginger, black cypress, Aleppo Pine wood, and dragon’s blood resin.
Pre-sniff thoughts: Excited to try this to smell how yuzu fits in with the other notes
In the bottle: Bright citrus (yuzu), a bit of pine and labdanum?
Wet: Yuzu, cypress, myrrh
Dry: Myrrh, frankincense, labdanum
Haloa: Wine grapes, pomegranate, myrrh, frankincense and olive leaf, and the warm scent of offertory cakes.
Pre-sniff thoughts: Very curious which scents come out more on me, and about the cakes.
In the bottle: Pomegranate, olive leaf, wine, frankincense? smoke?
Wet: Grape, olive leaf, myrrh
Dry: Sweet wine, pomegranate, franknincense?
Hallow-e'en 1914: Dried ivy, maple leaf, honeyed fig, black cypress, graveyard dirt
Pre-sniff thoughts: I am so excited for this one. I can't imagine what all of this might smell like together.
In the bottle: Ivy, cypress, and dirt
Wet: Ivy, almost pure
Dry: Soft ivy with a hint of fig
Herbert West: Aftershave, embalming fluid, splatters of reanimation agents
In the bottle: Mint, citrus, greens
Wet: Evergreen, hint of mint
Dry: Powdery evergreen
Hetairae: Honey, patchouli, fig, clove, touch of ylang ylang
In the bottle: Patchouli, fig
Wet: Ylang ylang, bit of honey
Dry: Patchouli, honey
Highwayman: Vetiver, gardenia, blood red rose, night blooming jasmine, dash of cinnamon, faint hint of leather
In the bottle: Vetiver, florals
Wet: Rose, vetiver, jasmine
Dry: Gardenia, jasmine, rose
House of Night: Graveyard bouquet of somber blooms
In the bottle: Dark greens, powdery florals and citrus
Wet: Lusher floral, powdery citrus, sweetness
Dry: Powder, lilac, bit of jasmine?
Hunters in the Snow: Bare trees, cooking fires, thick snow, icy, frozen rivers
In the bottle: Snow, faint florals
Wet: Snow, something sweet
Dry: Snow. Floraly woods? Smells like shea butter
Incantation: Vetiver, burnt black sandalwood, bit of lemon rind
In the bottle: Vetiver, sandalwood, lemon
Wet: Vetiver, lemon
Dry: (placeholder)
Incipent Madness: Unwholesome smoky musk, Virginia tobacco, honeyed black currant, and red patchouli.
Pre-sniff thoughts:
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Dry:
Jack: Pumpkin, nutmeg, peach, clove
Pre-sniff thoughts: Peach and clove sound super interesting in a pumpkin mix, can't wait to try it out
In the bottle: Buttery pumpkin and nutmeg
Wet: Pumpkin, a bit of butter, a whisper of sweet peach?
Dry: Sweet peach with a bare hint of pumpkin
Jazz Funeral: Bay rum, bourbon, funeral flowers, graveyard dirt, magnolia, Spanish moss
Pre-sniff thoughts: Delighted to have this, can't wait to see how it smells. This combination sounds amazing
In the bottle: Sweet, strong florals
Wet: Florals. Magnolia?
Dry: Florals
Jolly Roger: Sea spray, leather, bay rum, and dry, salty woods
In the bottle: Sea
Wet: Sea, sea salt
Dry: Sea salt, tiny hint of leather
Juke Joint: Kentucky bourbon, sugar, mint sprig
In the bottle: Mint, bourbon
Wet: More bourbon, sugar, mint
Dry: Sugar, bourbon, mint
Kill-Devil: Sugar cane, molasses, oak wood, honey
In the bottle: Sugar cane, honey, oak
Wet: Molasses, honey, bit of oak
Dry: Molasses, oak, honey
Knight in Shiny Armor: Lavender fougere, white carnation, sweet oakmoss, clary sage, crisp leather, bourbon vanilla, hint of armor polish
In the bottle: Carnation, lavender fougere, something sweet
Wet: Lavender fougere, carnation, hint of bourbon vanilla
Dry: Lavender fougere, carnation, bourbon vanilla
Kuang Shi: Mandarin, white musk, mango, white sandalwood
In the bottle: White musk, mandarin
Wet: Mandarin, mango, bit of sandalwood
Dry: Mango, mandarin, sandalwood
Kyoto: Cherry blossom, white sandalwood, star anise
In the bottle: Star anise
Wet: Cherry blossoms, star anise
Dry: Cherry blossom, star anise
Lacus Mortis (October 2014): Indole, asphodel, sandalwood, labdanum, castoreum, oakmoss
Pre-sniff thoughts: This sounds like a deep, dark, strong scent, v curious about it
In the bottle: Sandalwood, asphodel? Maybe indole? Something bright
Wet: Sandalwood, castoreum?
Dry: Powdery sandalwood, some soft floral?
Langour: Paperwhite, black narcissus, three lilies, black poppy, tuberose, hint of opium den haze
In the bottle: Poppy, narcissus, opium
Wet: Poppy, opium, lilies
Dry: Poppy, hint of tuberose and lily
Lemurian Ghost: Green, white, and ochre musks, moonflower, white mint, wild lettuce
In the bottle: Lettuce, moonflower, mint
Wet: Musk, lettuce, moonflower, bit of mint
Dry: Anise? Lightly minty, bit of musk
Le Père Fouettard: Leather, coal dust, gaufrette, black licorice
In the bottle: Gaufrette, licorice
Wet: Licorice, gaufrette,
Dry: Licorice
Les Infortunes de la Vertu: Leather, oakmoss, orange blossom, amber, rose, French florals, monastic incense
Pre-sniff thoughts: I like the notes a lot, curious how orange blossom will work in all of this
In the bottle: Orange blossom, rose, florals, and incense
Wet: Hint of oakmoss and leather, orange blossom, bit of rose
Dry: Oakmoss and orange blossom with a touch of leather
Lightning: Ozone, marine, drop of sharp rain
In the bottle: Rain, hint of marine
Wet: Rainwater
Dry: Rain, touch of marine
Loup Garou: Juniper, cypress, galangal, touch of eucalyptus
In the bottle: Eucalyptus, juniper
Wet: Cypress
Dry: Juniper, cypress
Love and Sleep: Fig milk, vanilla, orchid, ylang ylang
In the bottle: Fig milk, orchid
Wet: Vanilla, fig milk, bit of fig
Dry: Fig milk
Love Me: (no notes given)
In the bottle: Cinnamon, something very sweet, captivating
Wet: Sweeter, sugary/bubblegumy
Dry: Cinnamon, bit of bubblegum
Luminous Phasmatis: Otherworldly snaps of ozone glowing with unearthly light.
Pre-sniff thoughts: Really curious abou this orz
In the bottle: Smells just like motel soap, with a whiff of maybe fern?
Wet: Slightly sudsy, ozonic
Dry: Sweet, softly sudsy ozone
Luna Sanguinem: Mugwort, moonwort, black lotus, pimento, carnation, red musk, red rose petals, tobacco, bourbon vanilla, Peru balsam, leather, myrrh
In the bottle: Red musk, tobacco, rose, musk, bourbon vanilla
Wet: Rose petals, bourbon vanilla, black lotus, pimento? bit of tobacco
Dry: Pimento, bit of rose and red musk
Magnificent Autumn: The ages of Autumn, from the last green leaf to the first breath of winter
Pre-sniff thoughts: Do hope I can smell everything promised in this one
In the bottle: Green leaves and twigs
Wet: Green, leafy and twiggy, some citrus?
Dry: Soft vanilla with a hint of leaf
Maiden: White tea, carnation, Damask rose
In the bottle: White tea, bit of rose
Wet: Rose, bit of carnation
Dry: Rose, carnation
Mandrake: (no notes given)
In the bottle: Green notes, spice, woods. Cypress?
Wet: Cypress and spice
Dry: Green notes
Masquerade: Patchouli, ambergris, carnation, orange blossom
In the bottle: Patchouli. Teeny bit of carnation?
Wet: Patchouli, ambergris?
Dry: Soft ambergris?
Mead Moon: Golden mead, gruit, nutmeg, clove, cinnamon, ginger, sweet-briar, rosemary, lemon
Pre-sniff thoughts: Curious if it'll smell like the mead I've drank
In the bottle: Lemony mead with light spices
Wet: Mead with traces of nutmeg and ginger with a hint of clove
Dry: Mead, bit of warm spice
Medb: (no description given)
In the bottle: Grass, touch of blackberry
Wet: Hazelnut, blackberry
Dry: Blackberry, hint of hazelnut and grass
Midnight Mass: Traditional Roman Catholic sacramental incense
In the bottle: Resins
Wet: Incense, resins
Dry: Stronger resin, bit of incence
Miskatonic University: Irish coffee, dusty tomes, polished oakwood halls
In the bottle: Irish coffee
Wet: Irish coffee, hint of oak
Dry: Oak, Irish coffee, bit of books
Monarch: Mandarin, red ginger, sugar cane, amber, mango, pumpkin
Pre-sniff thoughts: I like almost all of these, curious about the sugar tho
In the bottle: Pumpkin, bit of ginger and sugar
Wet: Mango, mandarin, amber
Dry: Amber, a bit of deep, slightly sugared citrus
Nephilim: Frankincense, hyssop, fig, black patchouli, vetiver, lavender, cardamom, tamarind, rosemary, oakmoss, cypress
In the bottle: Cardamom, vetiver, patchouli, bit of rosemary
Wet: Frankincense, hyssop, touch of cypress and patchouli, bit of cardamom
Dry: Cardamom, patchouli. Tamarind?
Nero: Rosemary, bay, pine, touch of lemon
In the bottle: Pine, bay, bit of fruit
Wet: Pine, bay, hint of rosemary
Dry: Pine, bay, lemon
New Orleans: Honeysuckle, jasmine, hint of lemon and spice
In the bottle: Jasmine, blooms, lemon
Wet: Jasmine, lemon, bit of spice
Dry: Jasmine, hothouse blooms
Nocturne: (no notes given)
In the bottle: Sugary, bit of pine
Wet: Sugary. Some floral?
Dry: Flowers, sugar
Nosferatu: Desiccated herbs, gritty earth, robust red wines
Pre-sniff thoughts: I like wine
In the bottle: Bright, kind of aquatic herbs
Wet: Aquatic herbs
Dry: Watery herbs, a bit spicier
Nyarlathotep: Blackest of ritual incenses, ozone
In the bottle: Cypress? Something weirdly sweet
Wet: Sweet resin, green notes, green florals
Dry: Floral, something vaguely aquatic?
Nyx: Night-blooming jasmine, myrrh, rose
Pre-sniff thoughts: Sounds simple and lovely
In the bottle: Jasmine
Wet: Jasmine, a whisper of myrrh
Dry: Jasmine, powdery myrrh
Obatala: Milk, coconut meat, shea butter, cool water
In the bottle: Coconut, shea butter
Wet: Coconut, hint of milk and shea
Dry: Coconut meat, shea butter
Ochosi: Shea, forest herbs, sprucewood arrow shafts
In the bottle: Spruce, sweet herbs
Wet: Sweet herbs
Dry: Spruce, sweet herbs
October 2014: Autumn, red leaves, smoke, and sap
Pre-sniff thoughts: Maybe this will smell a lot like fall leaves. Hope so
In the bottle: Some spice, sap, and leaves
Wet: A bit of smoke and red leaves
Dry: Soft leaves and smoke, a bit of sap
Ogun: Cigar tobacco, gin, juniper, melon, chili pepper, touch of honey
In the bottle: Juniper, gin, hint of tobacco
Wet: Bit of melon, hint of chili, gin, juniper, tiny hint of tobacco?
Dry: Tobacco, bit of juniper
Old Scratch: Lavender fougere, tonka, amber, rosewood, patchouli
Pre-sniff thoughts: Lavender fougere with tonka is like the redundancy department of redundancy but I love almost all of these notes eeeh I'm excited
In the bottle: Fougere and rosewood
Wet: Tonka, rosewood, bit of amber
Dry: Amber, hint of tonka and fougere
Olokun: The glorious, unknowable gloom of the ocean floor
In the bottle: Bright, sweet, aquatic-marine. Minty
Wet: Aquatic, minty, salty
Dry: Sea salt, sweet marine
Opiate Southern Gardens of Orchids: Gargantuan orchids, blood-purple poppies, monstrous black peonies
In the bottle: Orchid, poppy
Wet: Poppy, bit of peony and orchid
Dry: Poppy, touch of orchid
Othello: Arabian musk, two roses, a bevy of Middle Eastern and Indian spices
In the bottle: Sweet spice
Wet: Light spice, roses
Dry: Light spice, rosy musk
Palus Nebularum: Green musk, three boggy mosses, water lettuce, water hyacinth, pale moon rocks
In the bottle: Marshy water, hyacinth, moss
Wet: Moon rocks, marsh moss, dark, soft evergreen?
Dry: Powdery moon rocks, soft marsh moss and water
Penny Dreadful: Soft perfume evocative of noir heroines, rich red grave loam
In the bottle: Cookie dough??
Wet: Cookie dough, mandarin
Dry: Red loam
Persephone: Pomegranate and rose
In the bottle: Pomegranate, tiny bit of rose
Wet: Rose, tiny bit of pomegranate
Dry: Rose, almost invisible pomegranate
Pile of Fallen Leaves: (single note)
Pre-sniff thoughts: Omg I really hope this smells like the real thing.
In the bottle: Wet and green, not very leafy.
Wet: Smells like grass
Dry: Green leaves
Plunder: Tea leaf, cassia, cinnamon bark, clove, allspice, sandalwood, tobacco, peppercorn, nutmeg
In the bottle: Allspice, clove, tobacco, sandalwood
Wet: Allspice, tea, sandalwood
Dry: Tea, cinnamon, sandalwood
Port Royal: Spiced rum, ship's wood, body warmed prostitute's perfume, hint of salty sea air
In the bottle: Perfume, hint of rum and wood
Wet: Rum, wood, hints of the sea
Dry: Sea salt, wood, hint of rum
Port-au-Prince: Buttered rum flavored with almond, bay, clove, and sassafras
In the bottle: Sassafras, almond
Wet: Sassafras, almond, hint of bay
Dry: Rum, bit of bay
Practical Occultism: Indian frankincense with myrrh, cassia, sandarac, palmarosa, white sage, red sandalwood, elemi, and drops of star anise bound with grains of kyphi
Pre-sniff thoughts: This sounds really lovely
In the bottle: Holy shit that's strong and bright. Cassia, star anise, sandalwood, frankincense, bright notes
Wet: Cassia, a bit of frankincense?
Dry: Frankincense, cassia, sandalwood, a bit of white sage? nice and warm
Protagoras: Smoldering scrolls and melted wax tablets.
Pre-sniff thoughts: Curious if this will smell like BPAL's The Lights of Mens' Lives?
In the bottle: A slightly sweeter, greener version of The Lights of Mens' Lives; waxy and a touch papery.
Wet: Very strong and sweet, almost heady but too freshly green. The beginning of a touch of scorched paper.
Dry: Sweet beeswax, a soft curl of incense smoke
Proto #3 (Orange label): (no description given)
In the bottle: Pine (kind of pine-sol), bay and citrus?
Wet: Pine, citrus, maybe cedar
Dry: Pine, bit of bay
Psychodynamic Discharge: Black leather and red musk with aged black patchouli, Chinese rose, black pepper, coconut meat, Haitian vetiver, and igneous red ginger
Pre-sniff thoughts: Extremely interested in this one
In the bottle: A bit of black leather, coconut meat, and ginger
Wet: Patchouli, coconut, a bit of pepper and vetiver
Dry: Leather, red musk, patchouli, a bit of coconut meat
Pumpkin I (2014): Pumpkin cream, cardamom, black tea, allspice, ginger milk
Pre-sniff thoughts: Sounds like a lovely traditional pumpkin pie
In the bottle: Pumpkin cream, ginger milk
Wet: Pumpkin, cream, a bit of cardamom and black tea
Dry: Cream, a bit of cardamom and ginger
Pumpkin II (2014): Blackened pumpkin, clove, tobacco, patchouli, oakmoss
Pre-sniff thoughts: "Blackened" pumpkin sounds interesting, I wonder what that means/will smell like? Excited to smell pumpkin and oakmoss. I hope the tobacco note doesn't make me sneeze.
In the bottle: Pumpkin spices, bright clove
Wet: Patchouli, some pumpkin, clove
Dry: Sweet, bright pumpkin, a bite of clove
Pumpkin III (2014): Pumpkin, Atlas cedar, fig, benzoin, bourbon vanilla, copal
Pre-sniff thoughts: I love benzoin and pumpkin and fig, curious about all of this
In the bottle: Pumpkin, a bit of benzoin, maybe bourbon vanilla?
Wet: Pumpkin, benzoin, some cedar
Dry: Soft bourbon vanilla, pumpkin, cedar, maybe a bit of copal?
Pumpkin IV (2014): Pumpkin, three honeys, oudh, frankincense, champaca resin
Pre-sniff thoughts: I want to try oudh straight so badly
In the bottle: Utterly delicious, I can't get enough of it. Oudh or champaca, honey, and a bit of pumpkin
Wet: Honey, some frankincense and pumpkin and champaca or oudh?
Dry: Warm honey, pumpkin, and frankincense with oudh or champaca?
Ravenous: Red patchouli, orange blossom
In the bottle: Orange blossom

Wet: Orange blossom, itty bit of patchouli
Dry: Red patcholi, hint of orange
Revisiting Scenes of Past Delight: White melon, oakmoss, bergamot, apple blossom, mandarin, iris, nutmeg, white musk
Pre-sniff thoughts: Will this be spicy at all, with the nutmeg? Very curious
In the bottle: Melon
Wet: Melon, iris
Dry:Melon, bit of mandarin and apple blossom
R'lyeh: Darkly aquatic, oceaninc
In the bottle: Aquatic, dark
Wet: Cypress? Aquatic
Dry: Sea salt
Roadhouse: Dandelion, hops, whiff of tobacco and hemp, swirl of booziness
In the bottle: Dandelion, bit of booze
Wet: Dandelion, hops
Dry: Dandelion
Rome: Cypress juniper, chamomile, rose
In the bottle: Juniper, bit of cypress
Wet: Cypress, rose
Dry: Chamomile, bit of cypress
Rumpelstiltskin: Firewood, ash, patchouli, cardamom, nutmeg, black pepper, tonka, vetiver, myrrh
In the bottle: Black pepper, patchouli, ash
Wet: Black pepper, myrrh, cardamom
Dry: Cardamom, bit of patchouli?
Samhain 2014: Damp woods, fir needle, patchouli, pumpkin, clove, allspice, nutmeg, red apple, mullein
Pre-sniff thoughts: Very pumpkin spice
In the bottle: Smacked in the face with clove and allspice
Wet: Less strong allspice
Dry: Warm spices and soft woods

Santa Muerte: Roses, chrysanthemum, vetiver, cactus flowers
In the bottle: Rose, cactus, bit of chrysanthemum
Wet: Cactus, vetiver, rose
Dry: Rose, cactus
Santo Domingo: Tobacco leaf, bay rum, heady Caribbean blossoms
In the bottle: Tobacco
Wet: Tobacco, hint of blossoms
Dry: Soft tobacco, bit of bay rum and flowers
Scarecrow: Hot wind through desolate, scorched, barren fields
In the bottle: Cedar, sunflower?
Wet: Sunflower seeds, minty thing. O_o
Dry: Scorched corn stalks
Seance: Rosewood, rose leaf, slightest touch of hazel
In the bottle: Rose, rosewood
Wet: Rosewood, hint of rose
Dry: Rose, tiny hint of hazel
Selkie: Chill waters of the Orkney coast, tea-leaved willow, honey-touched Grass-of-Parnassus, sea aster, Scottish primrose
In the bottle: Clear water
Wet: Willow, cool, glassy water
Dry: Slightly salty, cool water, salt water on skin
Semiramis: Red musk, pomegranate, orange blossom, melon
In the bottle: Musk, orange, melon
Wet: Orange blossom, bit of pomegranate and musk
Dry: Orange blossom, melon
Shattered: White champagne, grapefruit, lotus, silvered mint, crystalline aquatic blooms
In the bottle: Mint, grapefruit, champagne
Wet: Champagne, lotus, aquatic blooms
Dry: Champagne? Lotus, aquatics
Shoggoth: White amber, green coconut meat, iris, palmarosa, Chinese peony, lime, water lily, snowdrop, lily of the valley, lemongrass, osmanthus, wisteria, glassy musk, hinoki
In the bottle: Lemongrass, lime, bit of coconut
Wet: Coconut, lemongrass, bit of lime and florals
Dry: Coconut, bit of musk
Sing the Wild Song: Red musk, saffron, wild tobacco, blackened clove, white sandalwood, cypress, pine pitch
Pre-sniff thoughts: Interesting blend of notes, never would have come up with these
In the bottle: Red musk, saffron, cypress and a bit of pine
Wet: Tobacco, saffron, cypress
Dry: Tobacco, musk, sandalwood, cypress
Sinus Iridum: Red currant, orange blossom, yellow lemon peel, green moss, blue violet, indigo poppy, golden musk, mugwort, champa attar, and saffron-infused agarwood
Pre-sniff thoughts: I'm so excited to try this. I love using color kind of oils in my perfumes.
In the bottle: Citrus, orange blossom, violet and florals. Some saffron?
Wet: Orange blossom, currant, moss, a bit of violet and poppy
Dry: Saffron, a bit of musk and orange blossom
Sjöfn: Apples, birch, apple blossoms
In the bottle: Apple blossom
Wet: Apple blossom, apple
Dry: Apple
Sleipnir: Hazelnuts, honey, elderberries, bilberries, dusting of hay, bit of carrot
In the bottle:
Wet:
Dry:
Sloth: Vetiver and black myrrh
In the bottle: Vetiver
Wet: Myrrh, vetiver
Dry: Myrrh
Sluagh: Champaca, black tea, tonka bean, sassafras
In the bottle: Sassafras. Something else. Champaca?
Wet: Sassafras, tonka
Dry: Bit of tonka
Smokestack: Creosote, coal, industrial waste
In the bottle: Creosote, spice
Wet: Creosote, nutmeg
Dry: Lot of nutmeg, hint of creosote
Snow White: Flurries of virgin snow, crisp winter wind and the faintest breath of night-blooming flowers.
Pre-sniff thoughts: Ooh I hope this smells a bit like Winter-Time as well as these flowers.
In the bottle: Jasmine, cream, icy mist
Wet: Cold water, something faintly metallic? a bit of musky cream, almost vanilla
Dry: Drifts of floral snow; cream and jasmine
Some Strangeness in the Proportion: Vanilla sandalwood, oudh, labdanum, scarlet saffron, and pink pepper.
Pre-sniff thoughts: I cant imagine what this'll smell like lol
In the bottle: Sweet vanilla, sandalwood, pink pepper?
Wet: Vanilla, pink pepper
Dry: Pepper, vanilla, sandalwood, oudh?
Spirit Board: Redwood and bois de rose with white lilac, dried pink roses, and black tea.
Pre-sniff thoughts: This sounds really Victorian, softly floral and lovely
In the bottle: Roses, a bit of lilac?
Wet: Rose, a bit of powdery lilac
Dry: Rose, lilac, a bit of black tea
Strangler Fig: Rooty, woody, with deep green notes
In the bottle: Greens, earth tones
Wet: Green, woody
Dry: Woody, rooty
Suck It 2014: Black cherry brandy, red wine
Pre-sniff thoughts: I really hope I can get some wine notes, but this whole thing sounds delicious
In the bottle: Black cherry candy
Wet: Black cherry candy with a bit of brandy
Dry: Softer, warmer cherry
Table-Turning: Black polished teakwood, gullies of ectoplasm, and ghostly white musk
Pre-sniff thoughts: Deeply curous about this
In the bottle: Deep, almost hot teakwood? Very dark and firm
Wet: Dark teak?, a touch of green and spice
Dry: Deep, warm teakwood, a whiff of spice
Tattie Bogle: Hay, gunpowder, patchouli, sliver of bark, autumn herbs, sunbaked wood
Pre-sniff thoughts: Gunpowder seems a fascinating addition to all of this. Curious about the woods too.
In the bottle: Greenish herbs and hay?
Wet: Cedar, a bit of gunpowder
Dry: Soft, sweet woods
Tenochtitlan: Amber, hyssop, coriander, epazote, Mexican sage, prickly pear, Mexican tulip poppy
In the bottle: Prickly pear, bit of sage
Wet: Sage, prickly pear, hint of amber?
Dry: Prickly pear, hint of sage
The Burying Ground: Black soil, memories of a pyre
Curious if it'll smell to me like the ad copy
In the bottle: Black soil, scorched wood
Wet: Scorched wood
Dry: Singed wood
The Chilling Cellar: Wine just turning to vinegar, crumbling mortar, red clay, the coppery tang of old blood
In the bottle: Wine, bit of mortar, clay, and blood
Wet: Red clay, bit of wine
Dry: Red clay, wine
The Fox Sisters: Rose geranium, tea roses, mahogany wood, bourbon vanilla, and apple peel.
Pre-sniff thoughts: Very interesting notes
In the bottle: Apple, a bit of bourbon vanilla?
Wet: Bourbon vanilla, a bit of apple
Dry: Apple, mahogany, tea roses
The Gas Lamp's Flare: Red apple, copal, saffron, galbanum, orange rind, myrrh
Pre-sniff thoughts: I can barely even imagine what this might smell like hmmm
In the bottle: Pure apple
Wet: Apple, copal, a bit of orange rind?
Dry: Soft resins, maybe a hint of apple
The Great Sword of War: Mandarin, tonka, saffron, black tea, cocoa, tobacco leaf, sanguine red musk, five classical herbs of conflict
In the bottle: Black tea, cocoa, tonka, mandarin
Wet: Black tea, bit of saffron, cocoa tiny bit of musk and tobacco
Dry: Black tea, musk, bit of tobacco
The Hell-Gate of Ireland: Smoldering brimstone, labdanum, clove, black musk, copper-colored feathers
In the bottle: Clove, labdanum
Wet: Clove, grassy notes
Dry: Musk, clove
The Lights of Men's Lives: Wax and smoke of millions of candles in Death's cave
Pre-sniff thoughts: Wonder if this will smell of beeswax, and if any of the cave's scents will be there?
In the bottle: Deeply sweet wax and a bit of smoke
Wet: Warm, drippy candle wax and a touch of flame
Dry: Sweet, lilac-y wax
The Lion: Golden, spiced amber
In the bottle: Sun-warmed grass, hot amber
Wet: Amber, tiny hint of cinnamon
Dry: Amber, hints of cinnamon (smaller now)
The Moonlit Plum: Blue musk, white chrysanthemum, wisteria, benzoin, vanilla orchid, ume blossom, black plum
Pre-sniff thoughts: I love so many of these notes, especially wisteria. I can't wait to see what ume blossom smells like
In the bottle: Vanilla, chrysanthemum? Musk and plum
In the air: Blue musk, vanilla, chrysanthemum, a bit of ume blossom? Hint of plum
The Pool of Tears: Salty tears, a bit of light floral perfume
In the bottle: Sea salt
Wet: Sea salt
Dry: Sea salt, bit of floral?
The Oblation: Dianthus, French lavender, blackberry, honey
Pre-sniff thoughts: Curious if this will be strong with lavender and honey or sweet with blackberry and honey
In the bottle: Strong lavender, honey and blackberry
Wet: Lavender, blackberry with honey
Dry: Soft lavender and a bit of blackberry
The Radiance of an Opium Dream: Tuberose, pale jasmine, vanilla orchid, and lily, a faint edge of opium tar.
Pre-sniff thoughts: I love most of these notes, I hope that they come out
In the bottle: Tuberose, jasmine, lily, opium
Wet: Orchid, jasmine, lily
Dry: Lily, tuberose, orchid
The Spell of the Eastern Sea: Sea salt, kelp, twisting willows
In the bottle: Sea salt, bit of kelp
Wet: Sea salt, hint of willow
Dry: Sea air, sea salt
The Tumultuous Vultures of Stern Passion: Sanguine red musk, red benzoin, wild plum, vetiver tar, and Indonesian patchouli, white musk, vanilla-gilded lily.
Pre-sniff thoughts: This sounds really dark, musky and fruity
In the bottle: Benzoin, musk, vetiver, patchouli
Wet:  Vetiver, patchouli, musk
Dry: Benzoin, musk, plum
The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil: Cinnamon bark, almond, spikenard, tamarind, grape, fig, pomegranate, apple
Pre-sniff thoughts: Deeply excited for their take on the fruit
In the bottle: Apple, grape, pomegranate. Delicious.
Wet: Cinnamon, apple, grape, fig, a bit of pomegranate
Dry: Apple, grape, a bit of fig and cinnamon
There is a Garden in Her Face: Cherry blossoms, pink roses, pale sheen of honey
In the bottle: Lilies, bit of honey
Wet: Lilies, cherry blossoms, some pink rose
Dry: Rose, cherries, bit of lily
Thouros: Rose otto, lychee, cistus
In the bottle: Rose otto. Tad of lychee?
Wet: Bit of cistus?
Dry: Rose, lychee
Tis Thy Voice from the Kingdom of Souls: Rose, myrrh, olibanum, elemi, frankincense, black tea leaf, ho wood
Pre-sniff thoughts: Never smelled ho wood before, hmm
In the bottle: Rose, myrrh, tea leaf
Wet: Myrrh, frankincense, rose, tea leaf
Dry: Myrrh, tea leaf
Twilight: Lavender, jasmine, a touch of honeysuckle
In the bottle: Jasmine, bit of honeysuckle
Wet: Honeysuckle, whiff of lavender
Dry: Honeysuckle
Ulalume: White lilies, cypress, oak, a touch of crushed dried leaves, a faint aquatic note
In the bottle: Aquatic, lily, hint of cypress
Wet: Aquatic, hint of lily
Dry: Leaves, hint of aquatic notes
Umbra: East African black patchouli, cedarwood, vetiver, a dribble of cinnamon
In the bottle: Patchouli, cinnamon, vetiver
Wet: Cinnamon, patchouli, cedar
Dry: Cinnamon, cedar
Undertow: Lotus, juniper, a hint of mint
In the bottle: Mint, lotus
Wet: Mint, lotus
Dry: Lotus, bit of cream
Uruk: Bitter almond, night-blooming jasmin, saffron, cinnamon leaf, red patchouli, river lilies, bergamot, fig leaf and the sacred incense of Inanna
In the bottle: Almond, touch of saffron and cinnamon
Wet: Almond, bit of saffron, lilies
Dry: Saffron, patchouli, bit of lily and fruit
Van Van: (no notes given)
In the bottle: Pine? Mint
Wet: Minty evergreen. Fruity?
Dry: Some fruit, bit of sweetgrass
Veil: White sandalwood, lilac, gardenia, violet, orris, lavender, ylang ylang
In the bottle: Sandalwood, orris, violet
Wet: Lilac, orris, bit of gardenia
Dry: Orris, bit of lavender, touch of gardenia
Venice: Lemon, red currant, wisteria, red rose petals, jasmine, Florentine orris root, waterlily, red sandalwood, violet plum, violet leaf
In the bottle: Violet, orris, water lily
Wet: Orris, rose, hint of sandalwood, red currant?
Dry: Wisteria, rose, sandalwood, plum, red currant
Versailles: Red and gold citrus , amber, ruby roses, jasmine, orris
In the bottle: Jasmine, orris, bit of cistus and rose
Wet: Orris, amber
Dry: Orris, rose
Verdandi: Deep herbs, apple, black amber
In the bottle: Amber, apple
Wet: Amber, hint of herbs and apple
Dry: Amber, herb, bit of apple
Verdant Decay: Yew, cypress, oak, nightshade, foxglove, creeping black ivy, marshy false morel and fly agaric, crushed, overripe baneberries.
Pre-sniff thoughts: This has so many notes that I'm so excited about
In the bottle: Cypress, greens, a bit of florals
Wet: Cypress, green ivy
Dry: Cypress, oak, deep green ivy
Vice: Deep chocolate, black cherry, orange blossom
Pre-sniff thoughts: Sounds like a chocolate orange and chocolate-covered cherry. I hope it helps pain! :3
In the bottle: Chocolate covered cherry, a bit of orange
Wet: Shea butter? bit of cherry and chocolate
Dry: Cocoa butter, a bit of cherry and citrus
Villain: Lavender fougere, lilac, lime, citrus musk
Pre-sniff thoughts: Curious how the florals and bright citrus will work out
In the bottle: Bright fougere and lilac
Wet: Lilac, fougere, lime
Dry: Lilac, lavender fougere
Village Legend Lives Long: Dribbles of frankincense with cistus, myrrh, chamomile, opoponax
In the bottle: Frankincense, myrrh, opoponax
Wet: Myrrh, chamomile, cistus
Dry: Myrrh, bit of chamomile
Vital Fluid: Olibanum, red benzoin absolute, labdanum, betel leaf, galbanum, mastic, and angelica.
Pre-sniff thoughts: I've only ever smelled one of these so far, I hope it smells good
In the bottle: Musky, deep, black notes
Wet: Green, musky, spicy notes, rather sweet
Dry: Sweet, softly spicy and warm
Wicked: Myrrh, jasmine, subtle rose
In the bottle: Myrrh, rose
Wet: Rose, bit of myrrh, something green?
Dry: Rose, tiny hint of myrrh
Winter-Time: Sweet, soft snow.
Pre-sniff thoughts: I hope it does smell like snow
In the bottle: Icy water, frosted citrus, like lime?
Wet: Softly flowing cool water, flurries of snow
Dry: Soft, sweet snow, slightly creamy
Windward Pasage: Breezes over the Caribbean, marine accord, seaweed, bladderwrack
Pre-sniff thoughts: Sounds like home
In the bottle: Smells more like cleaning solution :<
Wet: Slightly less like solvent
Dry: Pleasant and still slightly solvent
When Life Shone Warm in Thine Eye: Rose-infused honey, amber, myrrh, golden jasmine, cardamom
Pre-sniff thoughts: It sounds delightfully warm
In the bottle: Rose-infused honey, amber, myrrh
Wet: Rose-infused honey, jasmine, myrrh
Dry: Myrrh
When Stars are Weeping: Musk, vanilla, benzoin, violet leaf, bergamot, honeysuckle, water lettuce, carrot seed
Pre-sniff thoughts: Where can I get water lettuce
In the bottle: Violet leaf, honeysuckle, water lettuce
Wet: Water lettuce, violet leaf, bergamot
Dry: Musk, bergamot, vanilla, honeysuckle
Whispers of Monstrous Things: Decaying papers, moldering leather, tonka, musk, black sandalwood, black fig, sugandh kokila, pimento leaf
In the bottle: Greens. Pimento?
Wet: Pimento, hint of fig
Dry: Pimento, fig, bit of paper, tiny bit of sandalwood
Whoso List to Hunt: Sensual brown musk, rich amber, English rose, oak bark, and moss.
In the bottle: Rose, bit of moss and amber
Wet: Oak bark, moss, hint of amber and rose
Dry: Powder, bit of rose?
Wolf Moon 2007: Winter air, Terebinth pine, juniper berry, orris, amber, sandalwood, black musk, blue cedar, tonka
Pre-sniff thoughts: I fucking love orris and tonka, curious how they'll work with the other scents here
In the bottle: Furry pine and sandalwood with a touch of orris and cedar
Wet: Heated, amazing. Orris, tonka, sandalwood and musk with a bit of evergreen (pine)
Dry: Tonka, sandalwood, a hint of evergreen
Wolfsbane: (no notes given)
In the bottle: Pine, cypress
Wet: Cypress, bit of fir? Something sweet
Dry: Pine, slightly balsamy note. Maybe cedar?
Xiuhtecuhtli: Copal, plumeria, sweet orange, South American incense, crushed jungle flowers
Pre-sniff thoughts: Curious about the flowers and incense and what copal smells like
In the bottle: Sweet orange and flowers
Wet: Light florals, a bit of orange
Dry: Very soft plumeria, incense, orange, sweet florals
Ya-Te-Vo: Barbed, sanguinary greenery, fleshy and sharp
In the bottle: Lush, flourishing green
Wet: Green, cypress, pine, a hint of peppery spice?
Dry: Pine, lightly resinous. Very green, reminiscent of kudzu
Yew Trees: Piercingly sweet berries, evergreen boughs, the tree’s sacred wood
In the bottle: Pine
Wet: Pine, wood
Dry: Pine, powdery wood
Zenobia: Orris, clove, costus storax, patchouli, hyssop, frankincense, balsam, saffron
In the bottle: Orris, clove, patchouli
Wet: Frankincense, clove, patchouli, balsam?
Dry: Patchouli, bit of saffron?
Zombi: Dried roses, rose leaf, Spanish moss, oakmoss, deep brown earth
In the bottle: Oakmoss, rose leaf, roses
Wet: Dried roses, rose leaf, bit of moss
Dry: Roses, rose leaf, hints of moss

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A Howl in the Darkness: A scent evocative of a forest at midnight, with animalic brown musk, wild sage, Terebinth pine, black oak, and a chilly shock of terror personified by kunzea, cistus labdanum, verbena, juniper, metallic ozone, and white mint.
A Murder of Crows: Sleek iris and verbena, grey amber, benzoin, davana, and glossy herbs.
Arachne: A gossamer scent, as light as a spider's footfall, touched with sighing mists: pallid flowers, dusty woods and soft herbs.
Achluophobia: Fear of darkness. Oppressive, stifling, suffocating, blinding: black patchouli, tobacco absolute, opoponax, and inky black musk.
All Saints': Based on a venerable French pontifical incense blend: monastic frankincense and myrrh, Damascus rose, Russian gardenia, cassia, and lily of the valley wafting on a chill Autumn wind. A celebration of the glory and suffering of the saints and matryrs of the Church.
Arkham: A scent seething with the perverse splendor of complete and utter madness. High-pitched, yet dark... subdued and deep, but tingling with frenzy: juniper, nutmeg and black cypress shocked by verbena and lavender.
Askalaphos: The daimon that tends the orchards of the Underworld: pomegranate, wonder-flowers, asphodel, and black soil.
Asphodel: The grey and ghostly flower that fills the fields of Hades.
Atlas: Mallow, oak bark, coffee bean, hinoki wood, and khus.
Azazel: One of the Chiefs of the 200 Fallen Angels of Enoch and Satan's Standard Bearer. Azazel was cast out of Heaven when he refused to kowtow to Man: "Why should a Son of Fire fall down before a son of clay?" Why, indeed. Black Mountain sage, bay, lemongrass and citron with a spike of lavender.
A Thought and a Legend too Hideous for Sanity or Consciousness: The clock strikes eleven: black rose, oudh, rosewood, and sea-kissed patchouli, and the smoke of a snuffed tallow candle.
Banshee: An ethereal, piercing blend of eucalyptus, citrus and mints.
Bacchanalia: A boisterous, belligerent, festive blend that lends to mad revelry, overindulgence and excess. Perfect for a weekend bender. Earthy musks combined with a beastial civet bouquet, a hint of sweet grape and orange blossom.
Bat's Blood: Vengeance can be yours.
Beaver Moon 2007: Wild cherry with vanilla cream accord, and a hint of strawberry.
Bernadino Dotted Blue: Lily of the valley, patchouli, copal, violet leaf, ambrette seed, Cyprian bergamot, chocolate peppermint, and tobacco absolute.
Black Dahlia: Voluptuous magnolias strewn over orchid, star jasmine, black amber and smoky rose.
Black Ice: Lovely, dangerous, slick, and bitterly cold: chilly white sleet-like notes with a hint of vetiver, a breath of smoky asphalt, and winter wind.
Black Widow: Terminally alluring. A deep, wickedly passionate scent, compelling and commanding in it's feminine allure: attar of rose, jasmine, myrrh, red sandalwood, red wine, and East African black patchouli.
Blood Countess: Elizabeth Báthory, also called Erzsébet Báthory in Hungarian and Alžbeta Bátoriová-Nádašdy in Slovak, was the Bloody Lady of Hungary. In order to preserve her youth and loveliness, the brutal and incomparably savage countess captured, tortured and slaughtered innumerable young women and bathed in their blood as part of her beauty regimen. Ah, vanity. Corrupted black plum, smoky opium and crumbling dead roses covered by a deceptive veil of Hungarian lilac, white gardenia and wild berry.
Blue Morpho: Wild orchid, pikake, honeysuckle, calla lily, agave nectar, pink geranium, violet leaf, and white amber.
Boadicea:
Brahmin: Rose otto, red ginger, caraway seed, myrrh, orange peel, mandarin leaf, black peppercorn, and vanilla orchid.
Cabaret: Decadent, flamboyant, and fiercely seductive! Passionate red musk mixed with jasmine and wisteria.
Calliope: The eldest of the Muses, she is Eloquence, and thus, governs heroic and epic poetry, and her eloquence has served to calm quarrels even amongst the surliest of Gods. She is crowned in gold, and holds a roll of parchment or stylus and tablet. Hers is the scent of creative inspiration, and it is a boon to writers, poets and arbitrators: lavender and bright mint with bergamot, verbena, thyme and a touch of sweet orange and warm almond.
Carfax Abbey: The scent of abandoned places, of desolation and emptiness: heavy woods and thin dusty herbs touched by the wafting incense of a nearby chapel.
Carnivàle: Bright, intoxicating, hectic notes masking a twisted, corrupted core: sweet wild berry, spicy carnation and heliotrope layered over deep amber and musk.
Casanova: A name synonymous with seduction and licentiousness. From childhood aspirations of seclusion and priesthood came Giacomo Casanova, the self-styled Chevalier de Seingalt, the most notorious debauchee and playboy of all time. His memoirs, Histoire de Ma Vie, enflamed the Enlightenment with scandal and tales of sexual conquest. His restless nature and flair for sensationalizing his adventures drew him into and out of fortune, through numerous careers and affairs, and led him into a brief altercation with the Inquisition and a conviction on the charge of witchcraft. Though he had a life rife with drama and intrigue, he died peacefully at the age of 73, librarian to the Count of Waldstein. Who says librarians can’t be sexy? A rakish blend of leather, anise, lavender, bergamot and amber with tonka, lemon peel and lusty patchouli.
Ceanothus Silkmoth: Blood orange, night-blooming jasmine, vanilla bean, bog wood, Spanish moss, benzoin, and oudh.
Circe: Surround yourself with an aura of lethal allure. An incomparably enticing blend of intoxicating aquatic scents and florals.
Chypre: Violet, neroli, lavender and white musk. A late Medieval European blend, based on a formula allegedly worn by Charles V.
Clio: Her scent is the warm, dry parchment of scrolls, lavender for critical thought and analysis, the solidity of heavy woods, ornery patchouli and glib benzoin, and superstar-splashed orange and amber.
Common Jezebel: Apricot, lemon sugar, coconut, red currant, and vetiver.
Count Dracula: The essence of nobility, brutality and true Will made flesh and propelled through the eons by an ever-burning hatred: black patchouli, neroli, tonka, cinnamon, bitter clove, leather, black musk, coffin wood and fiery ginger.
Crucible of Courage: Imbues you with enormous amounts of courage. Use this blend when you feel weak, scared, or intimidated. Helps you find the strength to confront dangerous or frightening situations.
Danube: Rhododendron and bellflower petals swirl through deep, cool, dark aquatic notes.
Deimos: Son of Ares, twin to Phobos, Deimos is the personification of dread. Murky ambergris and civet with dark musk, sharpened by orange, bergamot and frankincense.
Despair: Soft and melancholy, a poignant blend of Roman chamomile, rosewood, cypress, Rose Otto, lavender, sandalwood and ylang ylang.
Dia de los Muertos: A joyous celebration of La Catarina, La Flaca, La Muerte... Glorious, Beautiful Death. In Mexico, death is not something to be feared or hated; She is embraced, loved, and adored. La Muerte is fêted, as the celebrant "...chases after it, mocks it, courts it, hugs it, sleeps with it; it is his favorite plaything and his most lasting love." This is a Mexican paean to La Huesuda: dry, crackling leaves, the incense smoke of altars honoring Death and the Dead, funeral bouquets, the candies, chocolates, foods and tobacco of the ofrenda, amaranth, sweet cactus blossom and desert cereus.
Dissipation: Strands of bacchanal ivy wind through sweet wormwood, pungent poppy, and a sliver of murky sassafras.
Dr. John Seward: Penetrating and gifted, vulnerable, with just a hint of opium-blurred delirium: poppy smoke, champaca flower, tonka, sandalwood, ginger, white pepper.
Encroaching Madness: A yellow smell. Old foul, bad yellow things. Honeysuckle, chrysanthemum, balsam, hydrangea, and helichrysum.
Dublin: The scent of misty forests, damp alder leaf, and the gentlest touch of white rose.
Eidolon: A curious word, meaning both a phantom or apparition and the image of an ideal. A complex, unearthly scent: Himalayan cedarwood, Italian bergamot, verbena and sage.
Ehecatl: Hibiscus, matcha, white musk, and lime.
Ekhidna: All the corruptions of the earth: mandrake, dark myrrh, seaweed, swampy moss, black pepper, pimento, opoponax, tobacco absolute, and tarry clove.
Eldritch Drunken Constellations: Dizzying, swirling, starry madness: eucalyptus sap, white tea leaf, and ambergris foam.
Empyreal Mist: A hazy, soft, veiled scent: mist floating through twilit skies, curling gently towards the heavens.
Ephemera: The scent of loss, love and the echo of time without end: sorrowful violet and chamomile with muguet, white geranium, calla lily and tea rose with a hint of autumn leaves.
Entropy: A measure of randomness and chaos; the perfect distillate of decay, death, and dissolution. Blood red patchouli saturated with black poppy, civet and a hint of rose.
Erato: She is the Muse of mimicry, and inspires both erotic and romantic poetry. She is crowned in roses, holding a lyre. Her scent inspires creative expressions of love and lust: a crush of roses with sweet pea, myrrh, ylang ylang, orris and stephanotis.
Eris: Goddess of Strife and Discord, constant companion and sometime consort to Ares. She is a fickle, chaotic Goddess of Bedlam whose greatest passion is the sowing of dissention and turmoil. A suitably disjointed scent, bursting with gleeful mayhem: wet fruits and sharp mimosa with Martial spices and a deceptive flash of floral.
Ether: Translucent blooms, ethereal white resins, and davana.
Euterpe: The Giver of Pleasure, Euterpe is the Muse of Music and Lyric Poetry. She is Delight, and her name means "Rejoicing Well". She is credited with inventing the aulos, and is most often depicted playing that double-flute. Her scent is the joy of performing, the euphoria in song, and the passion inspired by all music: carnation and white poppy, honeysuckle, lemon, iris and white musk.
Eos: The Rising Sun. She is Ostara, Easter, the Anglo-Saxon goddess of fertility and the dawn. She is a protector and friend to all children. Her scent is that of softly glowing skin, jasmine, buttercup and honeysuckle.
Fascinum: Golden amber, golden musk, litsea cubeba, cedar, and saffron.
Feu Follet: Deceptively gentle and lethally alluring. Jasmine and rose, touched with sparkling heliotrope.
Flor de Muerto: The orange marigold, or zempasúchitl, has been one of Death's symbols since the pre-Columbian era. The yellow and orange petals are believed to represent the rays of the sun, bringing joy and light to the souls dwelling in the realm of the dead. These flowers surround Day of the Dead altars to guide the spirits to their offerings.
French Creole: Draws influential, powerful people into your life. Helps make your wishes and desires into a reality.
Ghost House: Purple-stemmed raspberries, twining grape vines, Spanish moss, and dusty pale woods.
Glitter: All flash and glam: white wine, heliotrope, d'Anjou pear, and lotus.
Goona Goona: A soft, sweet peace and harmony blend. Used to create an atmosphere of compassion, understanding, trust and love. This is particularly useful in mediation, calming tense or volatile situations, and in strengthening relationships.
Grandmother of Ghosts: Mania, Roman Goddess of the Dead, Matron of Madness, Governess of the Ancestral Spirits, Bestower of Divine Frenzy. Her scent swirls with a high-pitched tumult of laurel, stargazer lily, splintered woods, peony, mandarin and white musk, and is spiked with pale pepper.
Great Grey Ghost: Orris root, Roman chamomile, white sugar, ambergris accord, and cimarrón.
Gun Moll: As sexy as ox blood lipstick and a Chicago typewriter: honeycomb, red amber, narcissus, bergamot, Zanzibar clove, opium poppy, tobacco leaf, skin musk, dark fruits, night blooming jasmine, tarragon, and gunpowder.
Gunpowder: Carrot peelings, hay, chaff, molasses, maple oats, red apples, stable wood, and musk.
G*psy: Bourbon vanilla, Egyptian musk, tonka, white sugar, and cardamom. (Romani man's note: "g*psy" is a racial slur. You have no right to use it unless you're a Romani. You especially have no right to call anyone who isn't human [ie.: a moth] by that slur. We're dehumanized enough.)
Haitian Lover: A highly sexual, passionately primal love oil for men.
Haunted Houses: Quiet, ineffective ghosts haunting the realm of mystery and night, stretching dusty hands back to homes and lifetimes unforgotten: pale gossamer musks swirling in thick, dense otherworldly vapours through cracks in dry wood and old, old stones.
Hakkotsu: Inspired by the cursed skeletal undead of Japanese lore. White sandalwood, Lily of the Valley and bergamot.
Halloween: Brooklyn: Flowering dogwood, weeping cherry, Korean pine, camellia, moonflower, Alberta spruce, arborvitae, and crab apples.
Halloween: Los Angeles: The sky on fire: a strange incense of burning brush, junegrass, tumbleweeds, chaparral, and wild sage.
Halloween: New Orleans: The distinctive scent of the Mississippi at night mingling with sweet olive and Spanish moss.
Hamadryad: Nature spirits and protectors of the world's groves and forests that appear as breathtakingly beautiful women. Hamadryads are born into a tree that serves as both a home and an anchor for the creature's soul. They are sometimes tricksters, sometimes seducers, sometimes helpful and benign, but they are always fierce and furious protectors of the natural world. Seven dry woods with mossy lichen and a gentle breeze of forest flowers.
Hi'Laka: Sister to Pele, Patroness of Hula Dancers, she is a Lady of Hawa'ii, and is caretaker, mother, and beloved of the land itself. The heart of the forest beats along with Her dance, and the air is suffused with Her scent: mai'a, hibiscus, white ginger, akala, na'u, Hawaiian moon flower, yellow ilima, pink lokelani, jewel orchid, and fringed orchid.
Hellfire: Orgiastic sophistication, well-bred debauch. Named in honor of Sir Francis Dashwood's Hellfire Club: black musk, buttered bourbon, allspice and heavy cream.
Horror Unthinkable and Unexpected: Lovely, dangerous, slick, and bitterly cold: chilly white sleet-like notes with a hint of vetiver, a breath of smoky asphalt, and winter wind.
Hua Mulan: Pink musk, white ginger, tea leaf, night blooming jasmine, bergamot, and leather.
Hurricane: The Dark Side of Air: a high pitched, tangy, clear scent — light China rain deepened by murky vetivert.
Hymn to Proserpine: The darkening amber of faith’s sunset, deepened by the dark fruits of Proserpine.
Iambe: Daughter of Pan and Echo and dear friend to Demeter. When Demeter was mourning the abduction of her daughter, Iambe was the only creature in heaven and earth that was able to lend cheer and laughter to the grieving mother. Her scent is one of comfort, beauty and joy: Sudanese amber, patchouli, rose, gardenia, gladiola and white tea.
Ile de Tortue: Damp air trapped in limestone caverns, heady greenery, hothouse orchids, nicotiana blossoms, bois de chandel, elemi, palm wine, garambullo, pega-pega, flame of the forest, and a swirl of Haitian vetiver.
Io: Red musk, pomegranate, cranberry, blackberry, mango, purple sage, thyme, and angelica root.
Jezirat al Tennyn (Wanderlust: The Phantom Islands): The Dragon’s Isle: smoke and fire, earth and wind. The rage of the elements blasting over a primordial paradise.
Jonathan Harker: A respectable gentleman's scent: lavender, iris, white tea, verbena and white sandalwood.
Juju: Both a fearsome crossing and fiercely potent uncrossing blend, depending on your intent.
Khephra: Hail unto thee who art Khephra in Thy hiding, even unto Thee who art Khephra in Thy silence, who travellest over the heavens in Thy bark at the Midnight Hour of the Sun.
Tahuti standeth in His splendour at the prow, and Ra-Hoor abideth at the helm.
Hail unto Thee from the Abodes of Evening.
Kostnice: A celebration of the Bone Church of Prague. Frankincense, rosewood, lily, and geranium rose.
Lambs-Wool: A popular holy day beverage in 18th century Ireland: roasted apples mashed into warmed milk and ale, with nutmeg, sugar, ginger, and clove.
Larentalia: A Roman funeral garden: cypress, thyme, oleander, crocus, gladiola, amaranth, and myrtle shrouded by herbs and flowers sacred to the Silent One.
Laurel Honey
Lex Talionis: The law of retaliation and perfect reciprocity: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, an arm for an arm, a life for a life. The essence of blunt justice: dark myrrh, vetiver, cardamom, violet, black pepper, sage, cedarwood and black patchouli with a clarion note of sharp white grapefruit.
Lobban: A wonderfully potent spiritual purification blend.
Long Night Moon: The nights are at their longest, the sky is at its darkest. The air is still with reflective silence. A bouquet of night-blooming flowers, petals dusted with frost. Cereus, moonflower accord, night phlox, honeysuckle, silver thyme, white mint, and blue musk.
Lucy Westenra: A wanton beauty, corrupt, hypnotic, seductive, and feral: magnolia, iris, Moroccan rose, frankincense, crushed jasmine blossom, blood orange, tobacco flower and white musk.
Luna: Touareg tea, Asian pear, carnation, lime sugar, green musk, armoise, and thyme.
Madrid: Swarthy and vibrant! An elegant, full-bodied scent that ignites all the darkest passions. Bold red wine, mimosa, and a trickle of clove.
Magdalene: A stirring yet gentle perfume. The scent of love and devotion mingled with an undercurrent of heart-rending sorrow. A bouquet of white roses, labdanum, and wild orchid.
Melancholia: Blue lilac, white sandalwood, stargazer lily, paperwhite narcissus, ylang ylang, delphinium, and cypress.
Meliai: Ash manna and ambrosial honey.
Melpomene: Melpomene is Tragedy, and the sound of Her voice is filled with beauty, power and strength. She is crowned in cypress branches, holds the mask of tragedy, wears the cothurnus and wields a knife or club. Her scent is rife with pathos, and inspires us with the ability to express our grief, loss, and the pain in our souls in a cathartic, creative fashion: dark cypress with mint, geranium, Bulgar lavender, orange blossom and passion flower.
Midnight: An ethereal bouquet of night-blooming flowers. Evening primrose, ruellia, flowering nicotiana, wild petunia, panani-o-kai, night phlox, night gladiolus, moonflower and the elusive scent of Nottingham Catchfly.
Moon Rose: A crisp, pale, almost translucent rose dusted by moonflower and midnight dew.
Morella: Sage with orris, Florentine iris and a drop of civet.
Mourning Cloak: Opoponax, kumaru, cocoa butter, Mysore sandalwood, verbena, almond milk, guiac wood, beeswax, and myrrh.
Muilearteach: Blood red, bone white, and pitch black musks coated in hoarfrost.
Mystery: A swirl of shadowy incense smoke and the lingering perfume of cloaked strangers.
Naiad: A soft, beguiling, seductive scent: lotus, lavender and neroli.
Niflheim: The House of Mists, a land of icy fog, shadowy darkness and soul-chilling cold. Dark, damp blossoms winding through an impenetrable, murky gloom.
Neo-Tokyo: This scent was created for a very dear friend in Kyoto, with love, admiration and continent-spanning affection. The name itself was inspired by Vladimir. A scent that captures a meeting of the serenity and elegance of ancient Japan, the vibrant, shining, neon-lit and ultra-modern splendor of today's Tokyo and the fantastic electric fantasyland of post-modern manga fantasy. Urban metallics and an ozone-tinged breath of electric light mingled with reedy bamboo, crisp mountain air, cherry blossoms, delicate orchid and a splash of playful, wet fruits.
Noir: Our olfactory tribute to the film genre: a dark, moody, brooding scent that embodies moral ambiguity, alienation, and soul-wrenching cynicism. A complex, seamy blend of Lily of the Valley, opoponax, myrrh, black rose and plum with a slithering twist of clove, deep plum and star jasmine.
Nothing but Death: A dark purple river swelling with tears of rain, damp violets, and specks of bone thick with green scents that speak of mortality: black dried fruits, opopponax, moss, violet leaf and petal, tobacco absolute, saltwater accord, niaouli, and brushed sage.
Nuit: She is the Goddess of the Sky, one of the Ennead, daughter of the air [Shu] and water [Tefnut], lover of Geb and Hadit, the Eternal Mother, and the Receiver, Reviver and Protector of the Dead, whose loving, divine embrace shields our souls from annihilation. She is love, rapture, splendor, continuous and eternal birth and rebirth, infinite space, and the “the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night”. Nuit is Earth’s guardian, and shields her lover and her mortal children from the primeval chaos that threatens Existence. Her perfume is starry and crystalline, a jewel-clad and glittering paean to night: dazzling white musks, white rose and night-blooming jasmine with the soft moss of moonlit meadows, a waft of Egyptian incense, and a gentle breath of moonflower.
October: Dry, cold autumn wind. A rustle of red leaves, a touch of smoke and sap in the air.
País de la Canela: The legendary Valley of Cinnamon located east of Quito, deep in the Selva Amazónica. A thick tangle of deep green leaves, wild orchids, soft lichen, Patauá and Babassu palm spiced by the scent of deep, rich cinnamon.
Pandora: Charming, mischevious, and ultimately chaotic! An armoatic paen to discord. Lotus and gardenia spiked with mint.
Pannychis: An attendant of the Goddess Venus. She presides over nocturnal pleasure, nighttime festivities, and all the joy and delight that can be found in the darkness. In later ages, it became the name of the all-night festival that closed the Eleusinian Mysteries. Night-blooming jasmine, moonflower, cardamom, sandalwood, black currant, ylang ylang, frankincense and lily.
Paper Kite: Coconut, white sugar, angelica, and black pepper.
Passion Butterfly: Red mandarin, mimosa, pink grapefruit, copal, petitgrain, and black amber.
Peitho: The Goddess of Persuasion, Seduction and Sexual Wiles. A member of Aphrodite’s retinue, she is also Aphrodite’s daughter and sister to Tyche and Eunomia. Lusty myrtle and jasmine with red sandalwood, stargazer lily, and clove over an opulent, rich bed of warm musk and bourbon vanilla.
Pentheus: The Greek God of Tears, Patron of Mourners, who dictates and accepts honors paid to the dead. He is the personification of grief and the sorrow and emptiness that comes from loss. Weeping is his hymnal, and this is his perfume. Salt tears over white roses, the fumes of thin funereal incense and the hollowness of calamus.
Phasmophobia: Fear of ghosts. Whispers in the darkness and cold breath upon your neck: calla lilies, white sandalwood, snow rose, white amber, and iced wine.
Phantom Queen: An epithet of the Morrigan, crow-winged Celtic goddess of war, strife and fertility. Adoration of this Goddess is expressed both through the ecstasy of battle lust and the ecstasy of sexual regeneration. Black orchid, apple blossom, meadowsweet, and rue over Irish moss, hawthorn and red clover.
Placophobia: Fear of tombstones. Jagged claws of crumbling stone thrusting through tear-soaked moss.
Polyhymnia: She of Many Hymns governs Sacred Poetry and the Gift of Eloquence, and brought the gift of Geometry to the world. The most introspective one of the Sisters, she is contemplative, withdrawn and brooding. The Solemn One is veiled, garbed in long, somber robes, and is shown either resting her arm upon a pillar, or with her finger to her mouth in a gesture of silence. Polyhymnia grants fame and glory to writers, brings inspiration and immortality through one’s written work. Orris root, white sage, rowan bark and red sandalwood, with myrrh, rosemary, lemon balm and honeysuckle.
Pomona: Azaroles, nuts, and apple blossoms with red apple pulp, mulberry, blackberry, and pomegranate juice.
Psyche: The tale of Cupid and Psyche is both a perfect love story and an allegory for the soul's search to reunite with Deity. This is the scent of true love, your heart's deepest, purest desires. Bulgar rose, Chinese white musk, lavender, orchid and frankincense.
Queen Mab: Warrior, Trickster and Goddess of Magic and Poets, she is one of the Tuatha De Danaan and the Queen of the Faeries. A very complex scent, both shadowy and fierce: black orchid, sandalwood, night-blooming jasmine, osmanthus, Somalian rose, and Chinese musk.
Ra: Hail unto Thee who art Ra in Thy rising, even unto Thee who art Ra in Thy strength, who travellest over the Heavens in Thy bark at the Uprising of the Sun.
Tahuti standeth in His splendour at the prow, and Ra-Hoor abideth at the helm.
Hail unto Thee from the Abodes of Night!
Rage: Black amber erupting with a dark volcanic surge of fiery dragon's blood and a burst of melati, rose geranium, mandarin and black currant.
Regina Erebi: The Queen of Hell: pomegranate, spear mint, black mulberry, and myrrh.
R.M. Renfield: Unhinged: moss, cumin, patchouli, Balsam of Peru, and neroli.
Rosy Maple: Lemon blossom, vanilla bean, huckleberry, sweet pea, rose sugar, acai berry, and candyfloss.
Ruddy Daggerwing: Cacao, tobacco absolute, Chilean coffee bean, osage-orange, and ebony.
Saqqara: (no description given)
Sepulchur: Austere, majestic, and coldly beautiful. The scent of funereal blooms laid gently on cold marble. Calla lilies wrapped in rose and gladiola with the barest touch of sweetgrass and juniper.
Silence: White sandalwood, iris, blue musk, lotus root, moonflower, plum blossom, green tea, white mint and white peach.
Silk Road: A panoply of cultural treasures, spanning the herbs, flowers, oils and balms of the Romans, the Byzantines, the Mediterranean, the Levant, Northern China, Eastern Europe, Iran, the Bulgar-Kypchak, Mesopotamia, the Crimean Peninsula, Anatolia, Antioch, and North Africa.
Shadow Witch Orchid: Orchid tubers have been used extensively by witches in their love philtres, both to promote amorous attention and the attainment of true love, and, conversely, to wither misplaced passions and sever romantic bonds. This perfume is a dusky orchid, subdued and ethereal.
Shroud: Dry white sandalwood wrapped in thin woods, soft grasses and the lightest white flowers layered over cajeput and the warm, deep scent of embalming herbs.
Sol Invictus: Grave moss and bone-white sandalwood, with vetiver, gunpowder, artillery shrapnel, and blood.
Sophia: The Gnostic goddess of Wisdom. A solemn, deeply profound draught of lavender, soft musks, star jasmine, black rose, delphinium, and gentle spice.
Spectre: A wispy, ethereal perfume with a touch of menace. Lilac, tuberose, Lily of the Valley, palmarosa, and white sandalwood.
Spicebush Swallowtail: Brown sugar, sassafras, clove, and wild plum.
Sphaeromachia Gaumeri: Iris, iced lemon peel, anise seed, red current, coriander, cilantro, and white musk.
Sri Lanka: Indian sandalwood and cedar, and the dry incense smoke of olibanum, gum mastic, patchouli and myrrh.
Succubus: Bat-winged, flame-eyed, and possessed of an unearthly, perfect beauty: the Daughters of Lilith, the Succubi, invade the dreams of men and lie with them in rapturous, unholy sexual union. The scent of their skin is bittersweet, dusky and terminally seductive. Mimosa, orange blossom, neroli and bergamot with a drop of sweet clove.
Sundew: A carnivorous enchantress: diverse, lovely and graceful, emitting a sticky, glowing golden, sweet and terminally inviting scent. Its dew is believed to grant eternal beauty and longevity, and restore vitality and vigor to the magician.
Suspiro: A Latin word that means to sigh or draw a deep breath, that also suggests longing, desire, yearning, and a passionate wish. Ylang ylang with white plum, white orchid, jasmine, calla lily and lily of the valley.
Swallow's Blood: This formula is used to attract good fortune, peace of mind, safety and speed to travelers.
Szepasszony: The Fair Lady, Winter Witch, White Maiden of the Storm. Szepasszony is a Hungarian demoness that appears as a stunningly beautiful woman with long, silver-white hair and a blinding white dress. She revels in storms, particularly when hail rains down on her. Water dripping down eaves into a puddle is an invitation for her to cause mischief: she uses the puddle as a magickal tool for casting her wicked spells. It is considered foolhardy to step into a circle of short grass ringed by taller grasses, as those mark the circles where the Fair Lady dances. A chilly, tempestuous whirlwind of clear, airy notes, slashing rain, and a thin undercurrent of white flowers.
Tanin'iver: Lilith’s monstrous dragon steed: dragon’s blood resin, patchouli, pomegranate, myrrh, mimosa, cassia, blood musk and smoke.
Tempest: A crisp ozone-tinged breeze. The scent of the first gentle rain before the storm.
Terpsichore: The Whirler! She is the Muse of Dance and the Dramatic Chorus. She holds both a lyre and a plectrum. Terpsichore is the mother of the Sirens by Achelous, the River God. Bright, joyful and expressive, her scent is kinetically charged, graceful, and an inspiration to all dancers: vanilla and carnation with neroli, iris, stephanotis, sweet pea, apple blossom and palmarosa.
Thaleia: Thaleia the Flourishing is the Muse of Comedy and Pastoral Poetry, and shares the same name as one of the Gratiæ. She is a very down-to-Earth Goddess, and has a special fondness for rural folk. She wears a crown of ivy leaves and carries the Mask of Comedy and a shepherd’s crook. The Blooming One is the Goddess of Comedians and inspires creativity in wit and the joy and release we have in laughter. A vivacious, dazzling, merry scent: honey, ylang ylang, apricot, ciste, blood orange and gardenia with earthy, warm tonka.
The Adoration of the Mi-Go: Luminous, otherworldly wet and piquant odors mingling with black incense, the pitch-stench of Yuggoth, and fungal lichens.
The Appalling Abattoir: Echoes of crimes long-ago hidden: a slaughter hastily washed away, leaving flecks of gore to settle deep within the rough-hewn stone floor.
The Atrocious Attic: A shadowy shrine filled with forgotten toys, broken dolls. The altar: a collapsing trunk distended by a rotted wedding gown. The air of the room is dusty, laced with the scent of a child's perfume and the remnants of a dried, crumbling bridal bouquet: tea rose, violet, white sandalwood, French lavender, and Calla lily.
The Bloody Bannister: A rotting, cracked mahogany balustrade smeared with bloody handprints frames a cascading Imperial staircase that rises unsteadily into oppressive, suffocating shadows.
The Bloody Sword: A distillation of force, conquest, power and fury: dragon's blood, myrrh, black pepper, labdanum, benzoin, leather, fire, and steel.
The Brides of Dracula: Unquenchable desire, seething lust, malevolent sexuality, and voracious hunger lurking beneath a shimmering veil of unearthly beauty: gleaming skin musk, honey and white amber, plum blossom, osmanthus, sandalwood, calla lily, and a light, sensual blend of Eastern spices.
The Carpathian Mountains: Mountain air and the scent of crisp snow blanketing the mountain's flora: Scottish fir, beech, cembra and mugho pine, rhododendron, currant, honeysuckle, raspberry leaf, dwarf juniper, sedge, meadow grass, snowdrop, rose bay, lily of the valley, starwort, lichen and mosses.
The Castle: A distant whisper of pine, wet moss and dry leaves passing through vast halls and winding dungeons whose scent bears the memory of blood, faded splendor, imperial elegance and stunning violence.
The Coil: Ozone, eucalyptus and mint with purple orchid, passionflower, white ginger, and purple lotus.
The Creeping Mist: A muculent, brumous, ill-omened scent: orris, yuzu, white ginger, linden flower, petitgrain, and lotus.
The Decrepit House: An architectural doppelganger reflecting a ruined soul: dilapidated planks of mahogany and cypress wood perched feebly on a grim foundation of long-dead leaves, black musk, patchouli, galbanum, tobacco absolute, fragonia, and oakmoss.
The First Soft Snow: Heavy drifts of snow blanketing winter's narcissus.
The Forbidding Foyer: Thick shadows hang heavy across fungus-smeared, dilapidated wainscoting, cobwebs hang like fine lace across sagging mouldings, rats scuttle past gaping doorways. The faint scent of brimstone, ghostly breath laced with cognac, neglected mahogany panels, and rot.
The Ghastly Garden: Overgrown oleander, marshy water hemlock, the sugared nectar of carnivorous blooms, putrefying wet greenery, oozing sap, crushed rosary peas, withered climbing roses, and nightshade berries.
The Girl: A seductive, serpentine white scent, elusive, crystalline, and spellbinding: white amber, silver birch, immortelle, davana, pale musk, star jasmine, and ylang ylang.
The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed With the Sun: Daemonorops, vanilla, Indian sandalwood, Mexican copal, hyssop, muguet, sweet pea, amber, hazelwood, galbanum, hiba wood, and orchid.
The Harp of Cnoc I'chosgair: Gilded amber, tiare, golden sandalwood, vanilla, cardamom, and tagetes.
The Heraen of Argos: Argive Hera. The temple in the Argolid that was dedicated to Hera, the Queen of Heaven, in her aspect as the Great Triple Goddess. Pomegranate, apple blossom, fig, willow bark, and almond.
The Hesperides: The Hesperides are the Nymphs of the Evening who dwell in a verdant garden located in the Arcadian Mountains, guarded by the terrible three-headed dragon, Ladon. Within their garden lives the tree that bears Hera’s sacred Golden Apples. Their perfume is that of sturdy oak bark, dew-kissed leaves, twilight mist and crisp apple.
The Hessian of the Hollow: Grave moss and bone-white sandalwood, with vetiver, gunpowder, artillery shrapnel, and blood.
The High Priest Not to be Described: Monastic incense, blood musk, black leather, cypress, pimento, white pepper, and Roman chamomile.
The Host of Air: Peat and rolling grass-covered hills, with wine-dappled heather, white clover, cloudberry, juniper berry, bluebell, dandelion, and cross-leaved heath.
The Lurid Library: The incense-tinged scent of forbidden tomes and the musk-laden remnants of infernal servants.
The Malignant Dreams of Cthulhu in Love: Flavored with incense, spices, kelp, sea salt, mystery, dark ocean plants . . . and mixed chocolates!
The Music of Erich Zahn: A ghoulish and tortured scent, suffused with the blackness of space illimitable: ajowan, vetiver, black musk, opoponax, mimosa, and tamarind.
The Nyphae Avernales: The nymphs of the Underworld: pomegranate, lilac musk, red rose, red sandalwood, honey, and frankincense.
The Perilous Parlor: A memory of pleasure passed. A ghostly rendezvous, delight beyond death. Faint echoes of laughter and the distorted music of a harp drift by, along with the scent of soft white pear and sweet vanilla.
The Putrescent Juice of Earth's Inner Horrors: Perfect and absolute mental collapse: black pomegranate and vetiver with rose otto, rue, red patchouli, petitgrain, myrrh, and cacao absolute.
The Temptation: An expression of love, adoration, and desire, of beauty that transcends mortal desire and piques the interest of hell itself: attar of rose, calla lily, palmarosa, peach blossom, wisteria, rice flower, and black musk.
The School-House: Dandelion, white clover, balsam fir logs, and birchwood switches.
The Sinister Salon: Lush carpets, the heavy purple of deep mourning, stretch to touch walls covered in peeling, fading wallpaper and threadbare tapestries. The trompe-l'œil frieze is grotesque: misshapen creatures cavort lewdly, leering and clutching one another in strange embraces. The walls are hung with massive dust-caked portraits of ancestors long-dead, and desiccated calla lilies curl morosely in crystal vases set on ornate end tables. Whiffs of opium, tobacco smoke, sherry, and cologne hint at crumbling decadence and the echoes of buried perversions.
The Twisted Oak Tree: Blackened, rotted oak wood blanketed in moss and choked by a cloak of grasping ivy.
The Unsavory Grave-Diggers: An unearthed oakwood coffin, cemetery weeds, and a hint of booze.
The Wretched Rose Window: Phantasmal patterns warp and weave through panes of leaded glass. Pale shafts of frail sunbeams push through, creating a sickly dance of violet, smoke-grey, blood-red, and blackened plum light on the oaken walls.
Three Jacks: A slick gambling perfume. Brings good fortune when playing any card game.
Tum: Hail unto Thee who art Tum in Thy setting, even unto Thee who art Tum in Thy joy, who travellest over the Heavens in Thy bark at the Down-going of the Sun. Tahuti standeth in His splendour at the prow, and Ra-Hoor abideth at the helm. Hail unto Thee from the Abodes of Day!
Two-Barred Flasher: Orris root, lilac, galbanum, white tea, Italian bergamot, and blueberry.
Typhon: A fearsome creature from Greek lore. Typhon was born from the marriage of Earth and Hell, and is said to be so terrible in aspect that even the gods themselves flee from his venomous gaze. Our own blend of Earth and Hell: red patchouli, sandalwood, black musk and vetiver.
Unseelie: The wicked, malicious dark side of the Court of Faerie, Unseelie literally translates to ”˜Unholy'. The Unseelie Court is ruled by Titania's corrupted twin sister, the Queen of Air and Darkness. The Court rides the nighttime winds spreading chaos and miscief; woe be to any mortal that crosses its path. A misty, otherworldly scent laced with ethereal florals, crushed herbs and soft, dew-covered grasses.
Urania: The Heavenly One is the Muse of Astrology and Astronomy, and guides all those who look to the stars for knowledge. She wears a flowing cloak embroidered with her beloved stars, holds a staff and a globe, and her eyes are skyward. Her scent is that of endless, star-clad space: glittering, cool, vast. Moonflower, Moroccan jasmine, benzoin, white musk, iris, moss and a flash of ozone.
Utrennyaya: Osmanthus, Damascus rose, violet, delphinium, white mint, palmarosa and white sandalwood.
Vechernyaya: Three white musks with poppy and patchouli.
Venom: Darkly seductive and lethally compelling: sinuous opponax, galbanum, dark wild berries, a drop of lush jasmine and a sliver of lime.
Vinland: The legendary site of the Viking colony in Newfoundland founded circa 985. Crisp northern wind blowing over loganberry, wild roses, prairie crocus, iris versicolor Linné, mountain avens, yellow birch bark, mayflower and maple leaf.
Violet Ray: White mint, purple musk, violet, lilac, ylang ylang, lavender moss, and sandalwood.
White Peacock: Teak, ebony wood, osmanthus, patchouli, red sandalwood, vanilla orchid, tonka bean, tobacco, wild musk, spikenard, and sugandh kokila.
Wilhelmina Murray: Tea rose, white sandalwood and a flurry of pale, virginal blossoms, smeared with a smoky, blood-soiled blend of myrrh, hyacinth, Daemonorops resin, dark musk and blackcurrant.
Yerevan: Brimming with native fruits and flowers, but also imbued with the power of native earth magicks: apricot and pomegranate with deep plum, wild roses, two Middle Eastern pale musks, white orchid, iris and sweet roots.
Yuki-Onna: The Lady of the Snow, Winter Ghost, Snow Queen. A chilling, haunted blend of bergamot, lemon verbena, sandalwood and jasmine.

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Apple Blossom: Close your eyes. Take a whiff. Breathe in these Feminine and Irresistible Aromas. Experience Demeter's Apple Blossom, a warm, delicate floral scent with just a hint of sweet apple.
The apple tree is so ubiquitous in America, in legend, lore and our daily lives that we hardly slow down to take notice. At Demeter, a big part of our job is to notice and capture those everyday scents, like Apple Blossom, for your olfactory pleasure.
Apple Pie: As American as Apple Pie!
How many times has that phrase been uttered? Is it true? Well, yes and no. Not to upset the Founding Fathers, but Apple Pie, like most American customs and traditions, is European in origin. Indeed, pies were especially popular during the reign of Elizabeth I.
Demeter’s Apple Pie is a medley of Granny Smith apples, sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg and flaky pastry.
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Bamboo:  Sweet, fresh...light, green...
Bamboo regenerates itself eternally. The life span of a single bamboo is not very long-about 20 years-but the grove stands forever. The fully mature bamboo sends most of the organic nutrients prepared by its leaves down through paths in the vascular bundles, which run vertically down the culms, to its rhizomes, which form the vast, complicated underground network that creates its progeny. New bamboo shoots are produced every year from these rhizomes, ensuring the survival of the bamboo grove. It is from the new, smaller shoots of the bamboo plant, very green with a lightly fruity tone, that the delicate green scent of Demeter's Bamboo Pick-Me-Up cologne is derived.
Beeswax: The intoxicating scent of wax, honey and flower pollens is an irresistible call to the good life. Beeswax creates powerful memories of hot summer days and the freshest air imaginable, outdoors and far away from the urban sprawl. Breathe Deeply. Relax. Repeat.
Bird of Paradise: The bird-of-paradise flower is actually a large tropical herb (Strelitzia reginae) of the family Musaceae (banana family), native to South Africa, with it's large blossoms resembling an exotic bird.
Our Bird of Paradise captures perfectly the warm, fresh and invigorating green scent of the living flower in the wilds of the Hawaiian Islands; a scent that cannot be adequately described, but must be experienced.
Black Ginger: Black Ginger is a rare variation on Ginger with black leaves so shiny and smooth that they appear lacquered. Demeter's Black Ginger is an invigorating spicy ginger scent, with touches of eastern spice and ginger flowers. It is unique and unusual, in a manner that is classically Demeter.
Black Russian: A sharp and sexy combination of coffee liquor and vodka, Demeter's Black Russian is the personification of night itself, an excellent balance of the bitterness of the coffee scent with the sweetness of the liquor.
Black Russian is the first fragrance to be launched as part of the new Happy Hour Collection from Demeter Fragrance Library, consisting of scents inspired by our favorite cocktails, from old standbys to the unique and unusual.
Blueberry: Demeter’s Blueberry is a beautiful fragrance with just the right notes to bring the amazing Blueberry to life. This Blueberry Cologne spray, inspired by the juice extract of the blueberry, is a truly an American scent.
Held in very high esteem by the American Indian(s), the wild blueberry forms a five point star that the "Great Spirit" sent to relieve hunger. Indians also used blueberries for medicinal purposes and made a strong aromatic blueberry tea from the root. A blueberry pudding called "Sautauthig" was made by drying blueberries, then turning them into a pulp after which they were combined with cornmeal, honey, and water. Nothing is more quintessentially American than the Blueberry.
Not surprisingly North America is the world's largest blueberry producer accounting for nearly 90% of world production at any particular time.
Bourbon: Demeter's Bourbon is a rich bourbon bouquet of smoky spice and the full sweet flavor of burnt caramel and oaky vanilla.
Bourbon is truly American scent. Many Bourbon makers can trace their heritage to when Daniel Boone led the first party of settlers over the Appalachians into the Ohio River Valley. "In those days," says Bill Samuels of Markers Mark, a history buff who revels in the telling of Bourbon lore, "distilling was an adjunct to farming. Whiskey was a heck of lot easier to transport to market than corn, wheat, or rye. Every farmer had a still, and a barrel of whiskey was a kind of currency that could be traded for goods, livestock, or even land."
Bulgarian Rose: The softest, gentlest Rose scent imaginable, our version of Bulgarian Rose is delightfully authentic and precious.
Harvested by hand, Bulgarian Rose oil, also known as "liquid gold", takes more than 1,300 rose blossoms to create one gram of rose oil!
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Chai Tea:  Demeter's Chai Tea is a soft, warm, aromatic mixture of eastern spices and herbs, including cardamom, cinnamon, ginger, star anise, peppercorn, and cloves, in a base of black tea, milk and sugar.
Chamomile Tea: As relaxing as the real thing? Let us know.
From the dry and sandy soil of Egypt, Chamomile boasts a history of thousands of years. Ancient Egyptians dedicated it to their sun god and valued it over all other herbs. The flowers, quite daisy-like in appearance with their outer fringe of white ray-florets and yellow centers, provide a beautiful presentation.
Our Demeter Fragrance Library Chamomile Tea Pick-Me-Up cologne is specially blended oil from Egyptian Chamomile, with its large, bright flowers. It produces a fragrant cologne worthy of its storied past.
Champagne Brut: Tiny bubbles...
Champagne Brut captures the delicate scent of this bubbly white wine, with a hint of fruit, and maybe a bit more sweetness that Dom Perignon would have approved of.
Champagne, France, is home to the bottle beverage enjoyed by many on New Year's Eve. Champagne was first made by a monk, Dom Perignon, in 1688. He was appointed treasurer at the Abby of Hautcillers to develop the areas wine industry and part of his duties included managing the wine making and cellars.
Perignon made a beverage with bubbles that would explode in storage. The bubbles in the champagne and sparkling wine develop during the fermentation process. This was not the outcome Perignon had wanted to achieve. He wanted to prevent the bubbles and make a wine more pleasing to the courts. However, after people tasted the fizzy beverage, they started to demand it and the drink became the rage in Europe. You'll notice the champagne is bottled in thicker glass than wine, for instance, and that the corks are thicker, too. Perignon used thicker bottles and cork stoppers to prevent the bottles from exploding during the fermentation process.
Perignon mastered the art of blending grapes to create different tastes. Brut refers to the extremely dry quality of the wine, which means that the wine lacks residual sugar, or sweetness.
Cherry Blossom: The cherry blossom (sakura) is Japan's unofficial national flower. It has been celebrated for many centuries and takes a very prominent position in Japanese culture. There are many dozens of different cherry tree varieties in Japan, most of which bloom for just a couple of days in spring. The Japanese celebrate that time of the year with hanami (cherry blossom viewing) parties under the blooming trees.
Indeed, the trees that line the shore of the Tidal Basin in Washington, D.C. were gifts from Japan, launching America's affair with the cherry blossom, and the National Cherry Blossom Festival.
Much like our Apple Blossom, our Cherry Blossom is a soft, sheer floral with a hint of cherry.
Christmas in NY: Christmas in New York is a special time in a special place. It took the genius of Demeter Fragrance Library to capture that special moment in time in scent: Egg Nog, Spices, Apples and roasting chestnuts, all the elements that are uniquely New York at Christmas-time.
Christmas in New York: A unique olfactory experience, created by Demeter Fragrance Library.
Chrysanthemum: A must-have scent for those that love green florals.
Fresh and uplifting, like opening the florist's cooler and breathing in all the flowers, leaves and stems together. Truly like smelling the living Chrysanthemum.
Clean Skin: What's sexier than clean, post bubble-bath skin? A blend of orange, lemon, white rose, bergamot peach and vanilla, make for the perfect shower-fresh scent.
Clean Skin by Demeter is a virtually transparent and delicate fragrance. Smells like the best version of you - just better.
Clover: The 3 leaf Clover , or Shamrock, is a symbol closely associated with Ireland, and thus St. Patrick's Day, although its origins as such are a bit shrouded by history. One Irish legend holds that the three leaf clover, or 'Shamrock', was what Saint Patrick used to represent the Holy Trinity. The four-leaf clover is an uncommon variation of the common, three-leaved clover.
It has been estimated that there are approximately 10,000 three-leaf clovers for every four-leaf clover. According to tradition, such leaves bring good luck to their finders, especially if found accidentally. By legend, each leaflet represents something: the first is for hope, the second is for faith, the third is for love, and the fourth is for luck.
Demeter's Clover is a celebration of not just the Clover, but the rugged and untamed nature of the Irish countryside. But only for 2 weeks a year.
Coconut: A true Hawaiian staple. Demeter’s Coconut is the scent of freshly picked coconut, slightly sweet, fresh, crisp and green-not the sweetened, processed variety.
Delightful and almost edible!
Condensed Milk: Who says canned food isn't great..............we love this as a scent and get more than a few compliments on it.
Depending on your age and perhaps gender, you may have never partaken of evaporated or condensed milk, at least not knowingly. Chances are your grandmother or great-grandmother made at least one heirloom comfort food using one or the other.
Prior to the nineteenth century, drinking milk was an iffy situation with regard to health risks. Milk straight from the cow was loaded with bacteria. Milk not consumed within a matter of hours in summer soon spoiled in the heat. The idea for a portable canned milk product that would not spoil came to Gail Borden during a transatlantic trip on board a ship in 1852. The cows in the hold became too seasick to be milked during the long trip, and an immigrant infant died from lack of milk. Borden realized his goal in 1854. His first condensed milk product lasted three days without souring. He first thought the condensing process of the milk made it more stable but later on realized it was the heating process that killed the bacteria and microorganisms that cause spoilage. Borden was granted a patent for sweetened condensed milk in 1856. The sugar was added to inhibit bacterial growth.
Condensed milk is pasteurized during the evaporation procedure, with the added sugar making any further sterilization unnecessary, since the sugar inhibits the growth of microorganisms. It is also this combination, of milk and sweet sugar, that gives Demeter's Condensed Milk its distinctive odor.
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Daisy: Demeter’s Daisy is a light, bright floral tinged with green that smells just like the living flower in the wild.
Sheer, transparent and slightly sweet, we cannot smell this one without smiling or thinking of sunshine.
The name "Daisy" is believed to be a corruption of "day's eye", because the whole head of the flower closes at night and opens in the morning. Chaucer called it the "eye of the day".
Dandelion: Dandelion is known worldwide by a variety of names including lion's tooth, fairy clock, priest's crown, swine's snout, blowball, milk gowan, wild endive, wet-a-bed, white endive, cankerwort, puffball, and Irish daisy. Throughout history, dandelion has often been regarded as an unwanted weed.
The plant most likely originated in Asia and spread throughout the world, preferring cooler climates and moist, nitrogen-rich soils at altitudes of less than 6,000 feet.
The root is most commonly used, but the leaves and the whole plant may be used also. In addition to herbal medicinal uses, dandelion can be used as a nutritious food and beverage. Leaves are used raw in salads and sandwiches, or are used for tea. The roots can be used to make a coffee substitute and the flowers are often used for wine and schnapps.
Dirt: Our most emblematic fragrance. We think of this as April 10th when the plowing begins in the Northeast U.S. The turned earth with a touch of last season's corn stalks. Beautiful. Dirt is Earth and Earth is Dirt, not all Earth and not all Dirt are created equal. The ancient philosopher Empedocles explained the nature of the universe through the interaction of two governing principles, Love and Strife, on four primary elements: air, fire, earth, and water. Earlier philosophers believed that the quality of matter depends on the quantity of a particular element. Empedocles argued that the quality of matter depends exclusively on the ratio of its elements. A stone, for example, is stone because of a unique ratio of air, fire, earth, and water. Ratios and combinations are also the essence of Demeter's Dirt fragrance. People will occasionally say 'This doesn't smell like Dirt to me'. Well, where did they grow up? Arizona? Georgia? The South of France? Obviously then our Dirt isn't going to smell like dirt to them, as Demeter's Dirt was made to smell exactly like the dirt from the fields around the Pennsylvania family farm belonging to our founding perfumer.
Dragon Fruit: Experience paradise.
Fresh from the vine, Dragon Fruit is created with leafy green notes intertwined with juicy Dragon Fruit, citrus zest and soft floral and wood hints.
Dazzling and appealing, Dragon Fruit from Demeter, is an interesting fruit and a wonderful fragrance.
Dregs: As in wine, not your would-be prom date! Dregs are, quite simply, the sediment or leftover particles of the grape left to settle at the bottom of a wine barrel, and also, often in the bottom of a good, aged bottle of red wine. While the 'bottom of the barrel' connotation associated with dregs negative, it is essential to a full-bodied red wine, and therefore, not surprisingly, a full and pleasing aspect of the bouquet of a fine red wine. It is that aspect of the bouquet represented in Demeter's Dregs.
Dust: Our universe is a very dusty place. Dust usually shows its presence by blocking out light emitted from stars or nebula behind it, sometimes creating the illusion of a horse's head or a sombrero hat. But nobody really knows what a typical interstellar dust grain looks like. By studying how dust absorbs, emits, and reflects light, astronomers do know that interstellar dust is much different than the cell and lint based dust found around a typical house. Interstellar dust grains are composed mostly of carbon, silicon, and oxygen and are usually less than about 1/1000 of a millimeter across. Recent work indicates that most dust grains are not spherical. Alas, while our spirits may soar to thoughts of interstellar dust motes, Demeter's Dust scent is much more prosaic, based upon the more typical fine bits of fabric or dirt that give off a familiar and comfortable odor.
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Earl Grey Tea: Comfort in a cup, lovely bergamot... milk? Lemon? One lump or two? Earl Grey is a blend of fine black China teas and the natural oil of bergamot, a pear-shaped citrus fruit. The name bergamot comes from the Turkish for 'prince's pear'. Bergamot is grown exclusively in Italy and Sicily. It has very powerful oil that can be pressed out of its rind. It is this oil that is blended with the tea to provide the aromatic and distinctive flavor that is the signature of Earl Grey tea. It is this same oil and its distinctive aroma that is at the heart of Demeter's Earl Grey Tea cologne.
The legend is that a British diplomat, sent as part of a trade delegation to China in 1834 by the second Earl Grey, saved the life of a mandarin's son who was drowning. The grateful mandarin gave the diplomat a recipe for a blend of tea to present to the Earl. The second Earl Grey passed it onto his tea merchant, who used the recipe to recreate the blend for the Earl's private use. The tea was so well received among the Earl's guests that they began asking where they could buy the tea. The Earl gave it his name, and the rest is history.
Earthworm: The lowly earthworm has been called nature's Plow, for its ability to move and aerate soil, and nature's Fertilizer Plant for reasons that are, well, obvious. The worm's habitat is moist, humus rich soil. In dry weather it burrows deeper into the soil to avoid drying out, preferring an environment that is humid, moist and cool. Demeter's Earthworm is a deeper, darker, richer version of Dirt, reflecting not the worm itself, but where it lives, deep in moist soil, on the floor of a forest covered with decomposing leaves.
Espresso: Take us to Italy....barring that, a good cuppa will do.......... With just the power of gravity, water takes 4-6 minutes to extract a cup of coffee from ground beans, and given human nature, 4-6 minutes can seem a near eternity. Speeding up this process of brewing requires putting greater pressure than gravity behind the water. Another more personal human characteristic also helped inspire the creation of espresso. The act of individual preparation of something to be enjoyed expressly for oneself is also a sought after luxury. It is these human desires for speed and individual service that were the roots of inspiration for the invention of Espresso. There were several technological inventions begun in the early to mid-1800s that worked on the concept of brewing coffee faster, but it was not until 1901 that an Italian named Luigi Bezzera patented a machine that employed steam pressure to force water through ground coffee held in clampable filters. The basic design of this machine and the dynamics of how it works is still widely used today in many steam-pressure based "espresso machines" sold to the home market. Demeter has captured the richness, depth, and yes, the attitude of freshly made espresso in our Espresso scent, for whenever you need a decaffeinated pick-me-up.
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Fig Leaf:  Ficus is the genus of approximately 800 species of vines, spreading trees, or shrubs more commonly known as fig trees. These woody plants have been cultivated for thousands of years and prized for their edible fruit, which may be eaten fresh, dried, or preserved. Being one of the first fruit trees to be domesticated by primitive peoples, the fig has secured a place in history, myth, and religion. Even as the fruit of the fig tree served as a dietary staple among Ancient Greeks, a species of fig tree, F. religiosa, is said to have provided shade for Buddha during his attainment of enlightenment and has been appointed a sacred tree in India. The fig leaf also has attained a special place in art history, used to hide the marble penises and stone nudes that were, at various times, seen as moral and mortal dangers to public morality. We might perhaps understand this obsession that swept over Europe through most of the 19th and early 20th century, during the infamous Victorian era, but if we dig even deeper, back to the early Renaissance, we discover that it became a common habit to hide antique sculptures of nude males and females with fig leaves, especially in Italy, out of deference to Christian views of the nude body as invitations to lust. Our perspective on Fig Leaf is far simpler; fresh, fruity, subtle and true, Fig Leaf by Demeter is like a sun-drenched weekend on the Mediterranean coast, refreshing and calming at the same time. Not Adam's Fig leaf at all.
Firefly: We have to admit, we love smell of catching fireflies early in the spring. That mayo jar Mom gave you with the holes punched in the lid..and then letting go was wonderful.
First biological things first: Fireflies are not flies at all, but beetles. They are bioluminescent organisms, meaning they generate their own light. Most bioluminescent organisms glow continuously. Fireflies are the only ones that flash. The flash of the firefly is produced through a chemical reaction of three organic compounds. The firefly’s glow serves two functions, to warn predators it is toxic, and to attract mates. Each species of firefly has its own pattern of flashes that help males and females find and attract one another. Thus, the dance of the firefly is a true harbinger of spring.
Demeter’s Firefly seeks to capture the essence of an early northeastern spring evening at dusk, the smells associated with the kind of magical night when the first fireflies of the year appear.
Fireplace: The method of using wood for heating homes and offices is almost as old as dirt.
It was during the Victorian era, however, when fireplaces started gaining popularity. During that time, people felt that in addition to the production of heat, fireplaces added a touch of class, providing homes a cozy, quaint environment. Over the years, as the style of housing changed, so did the style of fireplaces along with the technology. Fireplaces became more sophisticated, providing sand casting techniques, thus providing an opportunity for manufacturers to create even better designs.
Even with all the changes and advancements, the basic fireplace technology remains the same, consisting of two elements - the surround and the insert. The surround portions of the fireplace are the mantle and sides, and are usually constructed of wood, marble, granite, and sometimes iron. The insert is the portion of the fireplace where the fire is burned. This part is constructed of cast iron and often decorated with gorgeous tile of various color or design.
Demeter has captured a small part of this tradition, with the wonderful, cozy comforting scent of the fireplace on a cold winter’s eve. It smells exactly like your sweater after sitting for hours in front of a wood fire.
Fresh Hay: The smell of fresh cut hay on a hot summer day; does it take you back there, too?
Frozen Pond: Gold Medal Worthy
Inspired by the 2010 Winter Olympics, the striking simplicity of Frozen Pond enhances its inherent loveliness.
Remember that winter's day when you first went down to the local pond, hoping it froze overnight so you could skate? No adults, no supervision, just that specialness of being a kid, in all its glory.
Frozen Pond captures that unique time and elemental character: water, earth and cold.
Dazzling and transparent, Frozen Pond is a lovely year round scent evoking the quiet chill of a Winter morning just before dawn.
Funeral Home: Funeral Home is a blend of classic white flowers: lilies, carnations, gladiolus, chrysanthemums with stems and leaves, with a hint of mahogany and oriental carpet.
This scent actually started out to be Flower Show. Now our founding perfumer personally did NOT like most white flowers so this was a tough fragrance for him to develop. When a friend first smelled this one and exclaimed: “it smells like my Grandfather's funeral... call it Funeral Home!”, so we did.
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Giant Sequoia: Think BIG!
A big, bold, fresh evergreen and woody fragrance capturing the unique scent of the majestic Giant Sequoia.
These trees are generally considered the largest living organisms on earth. It is hard to be anything but awed in their presence.
With Giant Sequoia from Demeter Fragrance Library, we have captured the scent of that awesome power.
Experience Giant Sequoia, anytime, anywhere.
Gin & Tonic: Ah... a cocktail. End of the day slight intoxication: strong, sweet with a sweet-deep juniper finish and citrus twist. A light, crisp fragrance that is right just about any time and anywhere. Our Gin & Tonic is essential refreshment from heat, tropical or otherwise.
In the 12th century, records reveal the distillation of the predecessor of what we call gin was practiced for medical purposes at Salerno Medical School. By the late 1680's Dutch exports of gin exceeded 10 million gallons a year. By the 1720's "Gin Madness" spread through London as an escape from the brutal life of the nascent working class. Dram shops advertise, "Drunk for a penny, dead drunk for two pence and a straw for nothing". In 1750 Londoners consumed 11 million gallons of gin per year. The tide turns in 1751 when the Tippling Act was passed by Parliament - the beginning of the end of "Gin Madness". The act eliminated small gin shops and left the distribution of gin to larger distillers and retailers. Within a few years consumption was down to 2 million gallons per year and the quality of gin improved. Gin's position in Britain moves up as it grows drier and more refined, and Gin is on its way to becoming a gentleman's drink.
Gingerale: Real bubbles up your nose. Yes, the real feeling of the bubbles. We worked on it for years before released it to get it just right. Give it a whiff and you'll understand. The name "SODA" was coined in the early nineteenth century, but the product's true beginnings go back several centuries to biblical times when bubbling waters from natural springs with minerals dissolved in the water were a much sought after delight. As early as 400 B C, the Greek physician Hippocrates wrote a book enticed, "Airs Waters, and Places", touting the powers of naturally carbonated mineral waters. In Europe beginning in the late seventeen hundreds, it became fashionable to visit the natural mineral springs to either drink of the "healthful" waters or to bathe in them. Spas were also becoming popular in the New World, and as early as 1767, the waters of Jackson's Spa in Boston were bottled and sold to satisfy a rapidly growing demand for its therapeutic miracles. Scientists soon perfected a way of producing artificially carbonated water in the laboratory. By the 1830's, both artificial and natural mineral waters were considered healthy and refreshing products in America. But pharmacists, believing they could improve upon their curative properties, experimented with a multitude of ingredients from birch bark to dandelions. While no miracle cures developed, some very interesting flavors and tastes were discovered. Ginger ale, root beer, sarsaparilla, lemon and strawberry were among the most popular of the early flavors. In 1890 John J McLaughlin opened a plant in Toronto, Canada to bottle soda water. In 1907, the name CANADA DRY was given to the pale dry ginger ale he made, and a 20th century icon came into being. Today you can enjoy that dry, not-too-sweet freshness all the time with Demeter Ginger Ale. You can even experience the; although how we do that will have to remain our secret.
Grape Leaf: This is a replication of our favorite Grape Leaves from the Napa Valley in California. Rich, full and fresh. A writer in Napa Valley, CA asked us to devise the scent of the Valley. Our Grape Leaf was a big component in it. This was years before the recent development of Grape Leaves becoming a featured ingredient in a lot of beauty products; trendsetters yet again! When we got onto the road in just above Napa, right about at Yountville, we rolled down the car windows. In flooded that wonderful odor of grape leaves baking in the sun. It was unlike anything we had ever smelled. We got down into vines and smelled. It smelled different at different times of day, and, in fact --- and vinters will confirm this --- on different sides of the road where the soil changes. We couldn't wait to take our favorite sample and Fed Ex in off to the lab to get the "headspace" of it, and then to replicate it (with natural materials of course). It took us awhile but the scent turned out beautifully for the writer and she built her company on the basis of it. We have this wonderfully distinctive scent in a bottle as a result.
Green Tea: Green tea leaves are said to eliminate stress and make you feel younger. Sounds like a plan.
Demeter's Green Tea is a soft, rounded fragrance, with a fresh green, slightly spicy scent.
Green Tomato: Before the ripe redness comes on, these are plucked from the vine and fried, canned, jellied and what have you. They really are good. And the scent is good too: different from the red Tomato, fresher, greener. Try it in October (they're most available at the end of the season). Fry some up for us too.
Greenhouse: Simple. Leaves, blooms, and wonderful smell of humidity. Yes, humidity has smell component, think about it. We wanted to combine those three odors in one bottle, and we did it! Tell us what you think.
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Hibiscus Tea: This is a very pretty floral with a lovely warm base oftea notes. Have you ever wondered what the Pharaohs of the ancient Nile Valley drank to refresh themselves in the desert heat? Hibiscus tea. And throughout history until the present, hibiscus tea has been a preferred beverage in many cultures, in China, Mexico, the Caribbean, and Europe. In fact, all over the world people drink hibiscus tea for health (said to lower blood pressure), for cooling, for a relaxing refreshment (no caffeine), for ceremonies (every wedding and celebration in Sudan and Egypt is "toasted" with glasses of hibiscus tea), and for plain,old enjoyment.
Holy Smoke: Incense used in the Catholic Church is a granulated aromatic resin, obtained from certain trees in Eastern and tropical countries, especially from those of the terebinth family. When sprinkled upon a glowing coal in the "censer (a bowl, provided with a cover, the whole being generally adorned with gilding and ornaments and suspended from chains, so that it may be swung to and fro for the better diffusion of the sweet odor), it burns freely and emits an abundant white smoke of very fragrant odor. Various spices are sometimes mixed with the resin to increase its fragrance. We find in the Scriptures many references to the use of incense in Jewish worship. In the sanctuary of the Tabernacle of God an altar was provided for the burning of incense, morning and night. It is thus described in the ritual which Moses gave to the Israelites, in the book of Exodus: "Take unto thee spices . . . of sweet savor and the clearest frankincense . . . and when thou hast beaten all into very small powder, thou shalt set of it before the Tabernacle. Most holy shall this incense be unto you." We do not know exactly when the Catholic Church began using incense. There is no evidence that it was employed in Christian worship until about the fifth century, although when we consider to what an extent it was used in the rites of Judaism and how many times it is mentioned in the Scriptures, it seems probable that incensing, as a part of the Catholic ceremonial, goes back to an earlier day. At the present day, the use of incense forms a rather prominent feature of the more solemn services of the Church; whereas at Demeter, we find the scent so pleasing; we made it available all the time, everyday.
Holy Water: When we came out with our Holy Water scent, NEW YORK MAGAZINE wrote that Madonna had been approached to do a scent with this name. Apparently, even too sacrilegious even for her. We actually have good memories of church. The porcelain font, ozone scented water, oak scented pew.......all mingled. Lovely, we think. To capture this scent, imagine an old European church, in a small town off the beaten track. This is the scent of the blessed water you might find there in an old stone container. The use of holy water goes back to the earliest days of the Christian era. It is known that some of the faithful believed that holy water possessed curative properties for certain diseases, and that this was true in a special manner of baptismal water. However, baptismal water was not the only holy water. Some was permanently retained at the entrance to Christian churches where a clerk sprinkled the faithful as they came in. Balsamon tells us that, in the Greek Church, they "made" holy water at the beginning of each lunar month. It is quite possible that, according to canon 65 of the Council of Constantinople held in 691, this rite was established for the purpose of definitively supplanting the pagan feast of the new moon and causing it to pass into oblivion. There are two Sundays on which water is not and seems never to be blessed: these are Easter Sunday and Pentecost. The reason is because on the eve of these two feasts water for the baptismal fonts is blessed and consecrated and, before its mixture with the holy chrism, the faithful are allowed to take some of it to their homes, and keep it for use in time of need.
Honeysuckle: This is the scent of honeysuckle in June on a warm, sunny day, experienced while driving down a country road about 45 MPH with the windows down. It gets no better than this. Ever.
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Incense: Demeter's incense is a warm, deep, rich blend of exotic notes. It is inviting and enveloping, the kind of scent that is both simple and complex at the same time. There is no effort needed to appreciate it, yet every time you experience Incense from Demeter you will find new depth and nuance.
Demeter's Incense is centered on a unique core of Copal. Copal is a type of resin produced by plant or tree secretions, particularly identified with the forms of aromatic tree resins used by the cultures of pre-Columbian Mesoamerica as a ceremonially burned incense, as well as for a number of other purposes.
More generically, the term copal is now also used to describe resinous substances in an intermediate stage of polymerization and hardening between more viscous and 'gummy' resins and amber.
Ivy: Ivy is fresh and green, but darker, deeper and richer than most green fragrances. Ivy, while it originated in Europe, is also common I America and Asia. It is considered a symbol of woman. If you put Ivy together with Holly, the symbol of man at Christmas, it was reputed to bring peace between husband and wife for the following year. What more could one ask for from a plant? (Sam's note: same gender couples.)
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Jasmine: Jasmine Jazzed - An exotic, sweet, warm floral bouquet. Demeter’s Jasmine is the experience of the living flowers picked on a beautiful spring night. Captivating and seductive, we’ve taken our original scent and made it even better.
One of the flowers most valued by perfumers, and grown in Grasse, France, its mood-inducing scent is one of the most distinct of all natural odors.
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Laundromat: This is simply the freshest, cleanest scent imaginable. We don't know if anyone can tell us why, but this may be the most comforting, comfortable scent in the Library. And if you can tell us, please drop us a note.
J.F. Cantrell, having noticed that personal washing machines are a luxury many of his neighbors cannot afford, opens the first Laundromat, in Fort Worth, Texas. Soon thereafter, household appliances will get a facelift as the popularity of streamline design grips America. At Demeter, we celebrate April 18th as the inspiration for the freshest, cleanest scent we know, our version of Laundromat cologne.
Lava Rock: The Big Island of Hawaii is home to Volcanoes National Park established in 1916. The Park displays the results of 70 million years of volcanism, migration, and evolution -- processes that thrust a bare land from the sea and clothed it with complex and unique ecosystems and a distinct human culture.
The park encompasses diverse environments that range from sea level to the summit of the earth's most massive volcano, Mauna Loa.
Thus, the history of Hawaii is inexorably intertwined with volcanoes and lava, that we captured in this warm and earthy fragrance.
Lavender Martini: A delight for the senses as Demeter continues to break new ground in fragrance perspective, combining the classic scent of Lavender in a special martini inspired mixture that includes fresh orange, Cointreau, sweet and sour mix, honey and sugar, as well as vodka. Both feminine and sensual, there is nothing quite like it.
Lilac: Beautiful spring flowers, driving by it perhaps, a quick burst of intense, almost overwhelming, scent...We're in danger of some "purple prose" here, we know. But, we do love it.
Lilac grows as a shrub or small tree up to 20 feet in height producing a crowd of erect stems, clothed with spirally arranged flakes of bark. It is covered with smooth shoots and leaves, usually heart-shape and 2 to 6 inches long. Our concern, however, is with the fragrance and unforgettable flowers.
Lily of the Valley: A native of Europe, Lily of the Valley is also found all over North America and Northern Asia. Old English legend has it that St. Leonard fought against a great dragon in the woods near Horsham, only vanquishing it after a lengthy mortal combat during which he received grievous wounds, but wherever his blood fell, Lilies of the Valley sprang up to commemorate the desperate fight, and these woods, which bear the name of St. Leonard's Forest to this day, are still thickly carpeted with them. Legend also says that the fragrance of the Lily of the Valley draws the nightingale from hedge and bush, and leads him to choose his mate in the recesses of the glade. Maybe the lovely scent of this delicate flower can do the same for you.
Linden: Linden is a beautiful green floral that grows on trees. So much for good things not growing on trees (just don't call Mom and tell her). In Europe, many legends and superstitions are centered on these trees. Linden wood was used for carving sacred works of art. Among the Germanic peoples the linden was a "sacred" tree for people in love, the tree that brought fertility and prosperity. In the Middle Ages, people carved images of the Virgin Mary and figures of the saints from linden wood, calling the wood lignum sacrum, sacred wood.
Lychee: An attractive and rare sub tropical fruit tree that bears a luscious red fruit, the Lychee originated over 2000 years ago. first in the north tropical rainforests and mountain forests of Southern China, where it is a dominant tree species. There are still villages in Southern China today with Lychee trees that are over 1000 years old! Chinese emperors valued the Lychee for its sweetness, so much so that they came to represent royalty and love. The scent, however, is citrus and fresh, fruity, but without being sweet.
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Magnolia: The seductive scent of Magnolia provides subtle and personal charm.
Blended with exotic white flowers and deep woods, Demeter’s Magnolia will fill your senses as it takes you back to an old Southern plantation.
Sophisticated and inviting this romantic scent rests lightly on the skin with depth and character.
Mahogany: A deep, rich, full bodied exotic wood scent, with a touch of spice.
Pretty much what a man should smell like.
Mango: This fragrance is really subtle and fruity, fresh not syrupy or overly sweet. It makes us want to go back to Cozumel. Now! Mangoes are one of the most popular tropical fruits. It's been grown in India since before 2000 B.C.. In fact, in Indian Vedic literature the Mango is spoken of as a blessed transformed creature. From India the fruit was spread by the Portuguese who took to Africa in the 17th century. By the 18th century it reached Brazil and the Caribbean. And in the 19th century; Mexico, Florida and Hawaii. A young tree will bear fruit after four years. There is a folk belief in India that pouring milk and treacle around these young trees makes the fruit sweeter. We believe in pure fruit, no sweeteners thanks!
Martini: The Martini-No other cocktail has attained quite the mystique, especially since its genesis is lost in mists of time. And simply sipping a well-crafted Martini confers all that mystique on you. There is even a certain Martini culture: books, bars, and a whole swinging ethos. We always believe in the Gin Martini. And we've heard that it was just a marketing ploy by Vodka makers that appeared to indicate that a Martini could just as easily be made with Vodka instead of gin. If you're the type that likes a good Martini, experiment with several different brands of gin, different ratios of dry and/or sweet vermouth, and a few dashes of Bitters, you might earn a new appreciation for some of the complexities that can accompany "a simple blend of Gin and Vermouth". And that is exactly the fragrance notes you will find in Demeter's martini-"a simple blend of Gin and Vermouth"-and a hint of olive.
Mesquite: The Native Americans used the wood from the Mesquite trees for incense, believing the scent would attract good spirits. Today, we do the same on BBQs throughout the United States, seeking that special scent and flavor of the southwest. But why wait for summer weather? You can experience Mesquite from Demeter Fragrance Library whenever and wherever the urge strikes.
Mildew: This one has quite a story. As told by one of Demeter's own: "One of the largest woman's magazines put my home number in by mistake. Late one night during that month, a really lovely woman from New Jersey called. We chatted for awhile about Demeter, and finally I asked her what aroma she really enjoyed. She said 'You know it's the smell of first turning my air conditioners in May'. And I replied: 'Well that's Mildew'. We did Mildew in honor of her. And sent her some, much to her happy surprise."
It goes to show that odd aroma can be very appealing.
Mojito: Now you can enjoy the delicate freshness of Mojito anytime, anywhere, with Mojito from Demeter Fragrance Library.
The Mojito is currently one of the trendiest cocktails in America, ranked by Cocktail Times as the #2 summer cocktail and overall, the #6 cocktail in America.
Mojitos were mentioned in the James Bond film (Die Another Day) and have been used as props on TV shows including The Gilmore Girls, CSI: Miami and, that barometer of all things urban and hip, Sex and the City.
Despite their current popularity, Mojitos are nothing new. Long popular with Havana hipsters, Mojitos date back to the early decades of the 20th century, and are believed to have evolved from the more northern mint juleps. American novelist Ernest Hemingway is said to have enjoyed the refreshing libations of sugar, fresh mint leaves, fresh lime juice, rum and club soda, on the rocks while relaxing on the tropical terraces of Havana and Key West.
Mulled Cider: Autumn in a bottle, with notes of sweet apples, cinnamon, spices.......
Cider is a relative of wine, with almost as ancient a history. Cider was common in England back before the Christian era, where apple trees were worshipped as sacred. Especially in New England, cider was an immensely popular drink with the pilgrims and was drunk at meals by everyone, including children. Even clergymen, while denouncing 'harder spirits', would drink cider as a matter of course.
Mushroom: Earthy and pungent, yet strangely sweet best describes Demeter's Mushroom Pick-Me-Up spray cologne. Ours just smells great; it has a bit of the same earthiness that our Dirt does.
Neither plant nor animal, mushrooms are classified as fungi. The main body is subterranean, or lives on dead trees and living tree roots and can vary in size from a few inches to several miles wide. When they absorb a large amount of water, they can grow amazingly fast. Their fruits sprout out of the ground overnight.
The effects of eating mushrooms makes hunting them a constant Russian roulette, even for those who know what they're doing. Before there were field guides, foraging festivals, and mushroom experts, mushrooms were often considered a strange and mystical occurrence.
For instance, some mushrooms contain a chemical called luciferin, which causes the mushrooms to give off light reflected from their gills, making the ground glow in iridescent colors. This is called Foxfire. Before Anglo-Saxon Britain knew what caused this, they derided mushrooms as nothing but 'toadstools.' It's no wonder they avoided celebrating mushrooms; imagine walking through a forest glade, the ground is glowing, and there are small mushrooms growing in a ring around you. Freaky!
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New Zealand: Demeter Fragrance Library created New Zealand Pick-Me-Up Cologne, to honor the extraordinary natural beauty, unspoiled ecosystems and varied terrain of New Zealand. Guests at a special private screening, hosted by Investment New Zealand, of the second installment of The Lord of the Rings trilogy, The Two Towers, were given the fragrance. The event took place at Loews Cinema at 34th Street on December 12, 2002 in New York City. To celebrate New Zealand, we created a fresh green outdoor fragrance that blends notes of plant leaves, barks, grass, snow, ocean, river and stone. It is a unique combination of the flora of the lowland rainforests of southwestern New Zealand, the rich, loamy soil that develops under the canopy of the rain forest, and the pure, unspoiled rainwater that makes the lush and varied vegetation possible. New Zealand is a fragrance as arresting and as unique as the New Zealand rain forest itself; a fragrance that could only be developed by Demeter Fragrance Library.
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Ocean: Ah, this fragrance is no more or less than "the breath of the sea". Simple: sun, salt, sand............lovely. Oceans cover 65% of the earth so the next time your near one......do a comparison for us. Meanwhile, take our Ocean with you wherever you, as a small reminder every day how invigorating the ocean can be.
Olive Flower: The flower of the fruit that we relish in relish is actually a tiny white blossom with a licorice-like floral scent. It grows in many places but having said that, treat yourself to the next flight to Tuscany and smell for yourself. If this isn't in the cards at the moment you might try our lovely and accurate Olive Flower cologne.
Orange Juice: This Demeter scent is the ultimate wake up call. So easy and healthy. We love this bright, simple, happy scent, just natural, sweet orange citrus.
Oud: Oud is highly valued by perfumers for its sweet, woody, aromatic and complex scent. It is a classical note in perfumery, most often used as a base note. At Demeter, we have isolated and refined Oud into a wearable, single note scent while maintaining its full, rounded and enveloping nature – all, without overwhelming, in the traditional Demeter style.
Oud is also called Agarwood. It comes from the wood of the tropical Agar (Aquilaria) tree, believed to have originated in the Assam region of India, and spread from there throughout Southeast Asia. When the wood of this tree gets infected with a certain mold variety (Phialophora parasitica), it reacts by producing a precious, dark and fragrant resin from which is where the perfume ingredient is derived.
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Paint: Smelling paint dry? Yes! We have grass growing too --- see the G's. Watching paint dry may be boring, but smelling it is an entirely different matter! Admit it-you can't resist the fresh cleanliness associated with a fresh coat of paint. Don't worry, we like it also, and we won't tell anyone else you do, too.
Paperback: A trip to your favorite library or used bookstore. Sweet and lovely with just a touch of the musty smell of aged paper, Demeter's Paperback harnesses that scent with a sprinkling of violets and a dash of tasteful potpourri.
Pink Lemonade: Refreshing. Satisfying. Let out a long piquant - Aaahhhhhh.
Demeter's Pink Lemonade is just lemons, water, sugar and grenadine (pomegranate syrup). That's it. And that's really all you need.
Homemade from a stand? From a mix? At family reunion perhaps? Refill anyone?
Plum Blossom: Capturing the delicate floral freshness of the beautiful pink plum blossom, this fragrance is gentle and sweet, yet tangy, with just enough of the intoxicating aroma of a succulent plum
Prickly Pear: Prickly Pear is a unique scent in that it is fruity, but not sweet. Instead, Prickly Pear leaves you cool, crisp and invigorated. But don't worry about Prickly Pear Cologne spines!
The Prickly Pear Cactus, officially named Opuntia, is sometimes referred to as paddle cactus because of it's paddle like appearance. What this cactus is most known for is it's delicious prickly pear fruit. The fruit has been used for ages by many civilizations for various purposes. It is commonly made into jelly, candy, and drinks. It has also been used to make red dye and for medicinal purposes. Mexico even has it as a part of their Coat of Arms.
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Rain: Demeter’s Rain is the cleanest and most delicate of all our fragrances.
Step outside after the first storm after a dry spell and it invariably hits you: The sweet, fresh, powerfully evocative smell of fresh rain. If you’ve ever noticed this mysterious scent and wondered what is responsible for it, you’re not alone.
What you really smell comes not from the air, but the ground! Plants release oils that enter the soil and blend with the other earthy odors. These odors are released into the air when the relative humidity at ground level exceeds 75 percent. Moist humid air will transmit odors far better than dry air. In these moist humid conditions we notice these odors more readily. And since rain is so often connected with moist humid air, we tend to associate one with the other. Demeter Fragrance Rain captures this complex sensory moment perfectly.
But apart from the specific chemicals responsible, there’s also the deeper question of why we find the smell of rain pleasant in the first place. Some scientists have speculated that it’s a product of evolution.
Anthropologist Diana Young of the University of Queensland in Australia, for example, who studied the culture of Western Australia’s Pitjantjatjara people, has observed that they associate the smell of rain with the color green, hinting at the deep-seated link between a season’s first rain and the expectation of growth and associated game animals, both crucial for their diet. She calls this “cultural synesthesia”—the blending of different sensory experiences on a society-wide scale due to evolutionary history.
It’s not a major leap to imagine how other cultures might similarly have positive associations of rain embedded in their collective consciousness—humans around the world, after all, require either plants or animals to eat, and both are more plentiful in rainy times than during drought. If this hypothesis is correct, then the next time you relish the scent of fresh rain, think of it as a cultural imprint, derived from your ancestors.
Rice Paddy: A fabulous and unique combination of the young, green shoots, the emerging rice and the water. This fragrance has elements that are fresh and energizing, while also reflecting the calm, almost Zen-like nature of the rice paddy.
The development of this fragrance was very personal. I had wanted to make a Rice fragrance for some time, but despite several efforts, I was unable to come up with anything satisfactory. Then on a trip to Taiwan I visited a factory, and on each side of the factory was a working, living rice paddy. At the first chance I slipped away and spent 30 minutes contemplating that paddy and inhaling its scent. It was that experience I tried to capture in this fragrance.
Russian Leather: To understand this scent, think of those wonderful old, old leather chairs in a Viennese library. That's what we strove for here. This is a beautiful, deep leather scent with the sweetness that can only come from age.
Rye Bread: Mmmm. If you want to know what Demeter's Rye Bread smells like, think of thick, textured rye. It reminds us of a Polish Easter spread. Or maybe just a Friday Sabbath in New York. The point is: it's always satisfying. Our scent, though, has the added benefit of "zero carbs".
Saddle: Another particular version of that worn leather scent. If you love riding, or just fantasize about it, you'll love this one
Saguaro Cactus: Absolutely energizing.
Feel the heat from this fresh, lush, green scent from the deserts of the American Southwest and Mexico.
Salt Air: Imagine a perfect sea breeze on the perfect beach at your favorite tropical island. Now you have the perfect description of Demeter's Salt Air.
There's just no denying it... Demeter's Salt Air will have you thinking of that last vacation and much needed new one. Take off to the land of tranquility where the scent of the sea breeze wakes you up each day and sends you off to dreamland at night. But don't forget to book your airfare early!
Sambuca: Demeter Fragrance Library's Sambucca is inspired by the anise-flavored Italian liqueur, produced by the infusion of elder flower and licorice, sweetened with sugar and enhanced with a secret combo of herbs and spices. White Sambucca is the traditional and way more popular variety. It has a mellower licorice taste and lighter body than the more obscure black Sambucca. We understand that there are three ways to drink it: The Wimpy Way: diluted with water. The Middle Way: bite a coffee bean or two first, and then deposit them in the glass. The Coolest Way: straight up.
Snow: Remember what newly fallen snow smells like? Or a fresh snowball? This is it. And we worked on it for quite awhile to get it right. Take note too southern Californians, Hawaiians, Floridians, Carlbbeans, and other denizens of warmer climes, this is lovely!
All precipitation (rain and snow) comes from water vapor in the air. If the air is warm, the frozen droplets melt and fall to the earth as rain. If the air is cold enough the water vapor crystallizes around a speck of ice or dust and falls to the earth as snow. If there is no dust for the water vapor to crystallize on, it will remain in the air as a cloud.
There are many different types of snow related to the many different shapes of snowflakes that exist. The Eskimos, or Inuits, who live in the north, have developed many words in their language to describe the different types of snow. Some of these are:
falling snow
ground snow
smoky, drifting snow
wind-beaten snow
snow drift
smooth snowy surface of fine particles
rough snowy surface of large particles
At Demeter, after years of effort, we were able to capture the essence of snow in a scent; chilling, cool, clean and fresh, with a touch of dust (necessary to form flakes) and earth (upon which to rest). There is literally nothing like it outside of the Demeter Fragrance Library. The Fragrance Foundation recognized this unique fragrance reproduction as the Best Fragrance in America in 2000, awarding Demeter's Snow two FiFi Awards, the fragrance version of an Oscar.
Stable: Fresh Hay and muck, sweet animal sweat. That's as real as it gets
Sunflower: Like rays of sunshine, Sunflower is a delicate and wonderful floral scent.
Sunshine: What does Demeter's Sunshine smell like? Think of your favorite, most comfortable cotton T-Shirt left outside and warmed by the sun.
We thought long and hard about what elements we could use to express the idea of Sunshine. After a debate that lasted more than a year, we decided Cotton, warmed by the sun, was the smell that best represented the idea of Sunshine
Now we had a direction, but executing that direction was easier said than done. It took almost another two years until we felt this fragrance was done. Let us know if you think it was worth the wait.
Suntan Lotion: Sensual, sparkling and cheerful with the rich scent of Orange Blossom.
Coppertone? Hawaiian Tropic? An ultra-luxury brand?
Whatever you use, it's a great scent. And here it is 365 days of the year. Any week. Any month. Any hour. Day or Night.
Turn that ski vacation into a bi-lateral "I've been skiing in Chile and sunning in St. Tropez" kind of jaunt. (At last virtually.)
Swimming Pool: Dive Into The Pool
A soft, watery, natural ozone scent...
wrapped in a fresh cotton towel...
Demeter's Swimming Pool is the lingering memory of the pool water on the skin, not the pool itself.
Savor the Summer, anywhere, anytime.
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Tarnish: Co-Founder Christopher Gable's mother got a silver dish from local Ladies Club (in the 60s when there still were such things). The dish sat in the china closet and came out (perhaps) at Thanksgiving. But, the wonderful thing it acquired during its solitude was the beautiful tangy-old-silvery scent of Tarnish. And here it is.
Thunderstorm: Have you ever considered the olfactory side of rain? You know it's coming, you can smell it in the air (exactly!).
It does seem that on summer days when it is hot and dry, with a thunderstorm brewing just over the next hill, you can `smell the rain. Well, you can smell something, but rain? Have you ever tried to smell this same rain in January when the ground is frozen solid? Not a chance, but when the ground and plants are warmer, you can smell something. What you really smell comes not from the air, but the ground! Plants release oils that enter the soil and blend with the other earthy odors. These odors are released into the air when the relative humidity at ground level exceeds 75 percent. Moist humid air will transmit odors far better than dry air. In these moist humid conditions we notice these odors more readily. And since rain is so often connected with moist humid air, we tend to associate one with the other.
The Demeter Fragrance Thunderstorm captures this complex sensory moment perfectly. Like poetry, Thunderstorm is subtle and difficult to define, but real, with Thunderstorm reflecting the deep and violent nature of a summer storm.
Tiger Lily: What's up Tiger Lily? Demeter's version is sweet, bright medium-volume floral. These flowers are actually native to China and Japan. They flower in July and August; the bloom is orange color and spotted. It does not ripen seed but is propagated from the bulbs produced in the axils of the leaves which should yield flowering bulbs in three years from the time of planting-so if one wants tige Lilies, one must be patient.
Tomato: We love this scent so much. It's really a verb; picking tomatoes. The scent the tomato leaves leave on your hands. It reminds our co-founder Christopher Gable of his Grandfather's farm when he was a kid. The United States Congress passed the Tariff Act of 1883, a rather innocuous piece of legislation requiring a 10% tax on imported vegetables, in response to growing international trade. Just a few short years later, a tomato importer evaluated the law closely, and decided to challenge it on the botanical grounds that a tomato was in fact technically a fruit, not a vegetable, and should therefore be exempt from said tax. John Nix's case posed merit enough to land the case before the Supreme Court in 1893. In Nix vs Hedden, 149 U.S. 304 (1893), Justice Gray wrote, "Botanically speaking, tomatoes are fruits of a vine, just as are cucumbers, squashes, beans, and peas. But in the common language of the people...all these are vegetables, which are grown in kitchen gardens. Thus, the court rejected the botanical truth that the tomato is in fact a monstrously sized berry, and deferred to the culinary vernacular of vegetable to describe it. Thus the tax on imported tomatoes is still paid today. Nor do the politics of tomatoes end at the Supreme Court. In 1981, the USDA chairman declared ketchup to be a vegetable in order to justify Reagan administration budget cuts in the school lunch program. Our Tomato, however, owes nothing to politics or law, just great perfumery.
Turpentine: You know what Demeter Turpentine smells like...That odorous ointment for bad paintings. Well here it is. Hey, people like it!
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Violet: Sweet-Scented Violet. "Gather them while ye may.... " Napolean's Josephine wore Violet perfume because it's unique quality; the chemical ionone makes it "disappear" to the nose then "reappear" later. Josephine's was the first recorded case of using this lovely trick deliberately to make herself more alluring. Demeter's Violet, a staple of the perfumer's palette, is a deep and rich that can increase your allure, as well. The Violet family comprises over 200 species, widely distributed in the temperate and tropical regions of the world, those natives of Europe, Northern Asia and North America being wholly herbaceous, whilst others, native of tropical America and South America, where they are abundant, are trees and shrubs. The flowers are generally deep purple, giving their name to the color that is called after them, but lilac, pale rose-colored or white variations are also frequent, and all these tints may sometimes be discovered in different plants growing on the same bank. Violets were mentioned frequently by Homer and Virgil, and are referred to by Shakespeare in Hamlet and Pericles, and by Milton in Lycidas. So you can be literary and smell good at the same time.
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Wet Garden: Just as all Dirt is not created equal, so too, all Wet Gardens are not created equal. In the case of our Demeter Wet Garden, time is as important as place. Our Wet Garden takes place at Easter, full of early spring flowers, including young shoots and buds, after a hard April rain. It is the combinations of those flowers, the rain and the oils from the rich spring soil that comprise this fragrance, one of the most complex in the Library, but one that remains accessible, understandable and eminently wearable.
White Russian: A soft and sensual combination of coffee liquor, cream and vodka, Demeter's White Russian is a balanced approach to the bitterness of the coffee scent, the sweetness of the liquor, and the richness of the cream. White Russian is part of the new Happy Hour Collection from Demeter Fragrance Library, consisting of scents inspired by our favorite cocktails, from old standbys to the unique and unusual.
White Sangria: Let the party begin!
Traditional Sangria is a Spanish blend of red wine, fruits, brandy, and often a sweetener, like honey, and sometimes other spices. The Demeter version is Sangria Blanco, made with dry white wine. It is fruity, but also clean and crisp.
Refined, sophisticated and perfect for the summer heat.
Wisteria: Beautiful purple-blue, blue-purple pendulous poesie... We think of our version of Wisteria's sweet scent as "Surprised by Wisteria". Imagine walking by a neighbor's house or garden and suddenly being aware of the beautiful, sweet-elegant, scent wafting to your nose. You had forgotten the beauty of it over the Fall and Winter, and the gnarled wisteria vine clinging for life couldn't remind you of the coming beauty. You are surprised by the joy it brings back to memory. The feeling of being away from it, the small distance of lawn and fence, gives a lovely sense of distance. The way we find the right distance to view a painting in a museum. That's the sense of distance from the scent that we wanted to capture in our Wisteria: that you should feel you were that distance from the source when you smell it. A few floral facts: Wisteria was first cultivated in China and Japan, and is also seen in Bonsai formats. It is a member of the same botanical family as a garden-variety Pea. It came to North America in the 18th century as trade with China grew and was named after Dr. Casper Wister, an professor of anatomy (oddly enough), who promoted its cultivation. It's the flower that casts its eyes on the ground that brings so much joy to the nose.
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#20 Love Oil: A potent, enticing love formula, favored among Louisiana courtesans.
13 (June 2014): 13 is significant, whether you consider it lucky, unlucky or just plain odd. Many believe it to be unfortunate…
…because there were 13 present at the Last Supper.
…Loki crashed a party of 12 at Valhalla, which ended in Baldur’s death.
…Oinomaos killed 13 of Hippodamia’s suitors before Pelops finally, in his own shady way, defeated the jealous king.
…In ancient Rome, Hecate’s witches gathered in groups of 12, the Goddess herself being the 13th in the coven.
Concern over the number thirteen echoes back beyond the Christian era. Line 13 was omitted form the Code of Hammurabi.
The shivers over Friday the 13th also have some interesting origins:
…Christ was allegedly crucified on Friday the 13th.
…On Friday, October 13, 1307, King Philip IV of France ordered the arrests of Jaques de Molay, Grand Master of the Knights Templar, and sixty of his senior knights.
…In British custom, hangings were held on Fridays, and there were 13 steps on the gallows leading to the noose.
To combat the superstition, Robert Ingersoll and the Thirteen Club held thirteen-men dinners during the 19th Century. Successful? Hardly. The number still invokes trepidation to this day. A recent whimsical little serial killer study showed that the following murderers all have names that total thirteen letters:
Theodore Bundy
Jeffrey Dahmer
Albert De Salvo
John Wayne Gacy
And, with a little stretch of the imagination, you can also fit “Jack the Ripper” and “Charles Manson” into that equation.
More current-era paranoia: modern schoolchildren stop their memorization of the multiplication tables at 12. There were 13 Plutonium slugs in the atomic bomb that was dropped on Nagasaki. Apollo 13 wasn’t exactly the most successful space mission. All of these are things that modern triskaidekaphobes point to when justifying their fears.
For some, 13 is an extremely fortuitous and auspicious number…
…In Jewish tradition, God has 13 Attributes of Mercy. Also, there were 13 tribes of Israel, 13 principles of Jewish faith, and 13 is considered the age of maturity.
…The ancient Egyptians believed that there were 12 stages of spiritual achievement in this lifetime, and a 13th beyond death.
…The word for thirteen, in Chinese, sounds much like the word which means “must be alive”.
Thirteen, whether you love it or loathe it, is a pretty cool number all around.
…In some theories of relativity, there are 13 dimensions.
…It is a prime number, lucky number, star number, Wilson Prime, and Fibonacci number.
…There are 13 Archimedean solids.
AND…
…There were 13 original colonies when the United States were founded.
Says a lot about the US, doesn’t it?
Bittersweet cocoa absolute with thirteen herbs to help keep evildoers at bay: laurel leaf, caraway, Irish moss, clove bud, Solomon’s Seal, master root, white sage, lotus root, bronze fennel, broom straw, angelica, purple basil, and star anise husk.

13 ad Lunam (June 2014): A Friday the 13th that falls on a full moon during Mercury retrograde? What can possibly go wrong?
A dreamlike, ethereal scent tinged by electric Mercurial energy and a weird shiver of foreboding: blue musk, white mallow, mugwort, and opium poppy with juniper root, grape leaf, white pear, lemon verbena, lavender-infused white amber, Russian sage, and sweetgum.
51: Luminescent, glowing, and otherworldly: green mandarin, neroli, honeydew, white amber, guava, freesia, white and green musks hovering over desert scrub, smashed wood, and the dry, biting scent of night air over the Groom Lake salt flats.
A Brilliant Ruby Colored Fluid: It was then that I became distinctly aware of a gentle footfall upon the carpet, and near the couch; and in a second thereafter, as Rowena was in the act of raising the wine to her lips, I saw, or may have dreamed that I saw, fall within the goblet, as if from some invisible spring in the atmosphere of the room, three or four large drops of a brilliant and ruby colored fluid. If this I saw –not so Rowena. She swallowed the wine unhesitatingly, and I forbore to speak to her of a circumstance which must, after all, I considered, have been but the suggestion of a vivid imagination, rendered morbidly active by the terror of the lady, by the opium, and by the hour.
A spectre’s poison: unknowable strange toxins dribbled into warmed red wine.

A Tremor Upon the Lips: I listened — in extremity of horror. The sound came again — it was a sigh. Rushing to the corpse, I saw  –distinctly saw — a tremor upon the lips.
The stirring of another’s heartbeat within your chest, the vacuum of a stranger’s breath within your lungs: Laotian oudh, carrot seed, white orris, and bitter raw frankincense chilled by elemi and eucalyptus blossom.
Absinthe: Fall under the spell of our Green Fairy! An intoxicating blend containing wormwood essence, light mints, cardamom, anise, hyssop, and the barest hint of lemon.
Aelopile: Glowing amber and citrus, labdanum, verbena, cedar, and oud.
Aizen-Myoo:  A bright, bittersweet scent honoring the Japanese Deity of Love and Passion. Aizen-Myoo is one of the vidyarajas, the Shingon’s Radiant Kings of Wisdom. Though Aizen-Myoo possesses the lust, grace and passion of (All) genders, he most often appears to his followers as male. His face is screwed into a fearsome demonic mask, but this is only the wrathful, fierce countenance he places over himself to guide and empower his children. Aizen-Myoo is the patron of prostitutes, of joyous, unbridled sexuality and of all forms of erotic love and is worshipped by all those in the sex industry, musicians, and – oddly – landlords.
Yuzu, kaki, and mikan with cherry blossom and black tea.
A Low Candle-Lit Room: He beckoned me into a low, candle-lit room with massive exposed rafters and dark, stiff, sparse furniture of the seventeenth century. The past was vivid there, for not an attribute was missing. There was a cavernous fireplace and a spinning-wheel at which a bent old woman in loose wrapper and deep poke-bonnet sat back toward me, silently spinning despite the festive season. An indefinite dampness seemed upon the place, and I marvelled that no fire should be blazing. The high-backed settle faced the row of curtained windows at the left, and seemed to be occupied, though I was not sure. I did not like everything about what I saw, and felt again the fear I had had. This fear grew stronger from what had before lessened it, for the more I looked at the old man’s bland face the more its very blandness terrified me. The eyes never moved, and the skin was too like wax. Finally I was sure it was not a face at all, but a fiendishly cunning mask. But the flabby hands, curiously gloved, wrote genially on the tablet and told me I must wait a while before I could be led to the place of festival.
Candle wax and waxen “skin,” rotting leather and reeking damp wood, and the ashes of a yawning, cold fireplace.
A Measurement of the Soul: If then, man, in every act, leaves the impression, or daguerreotype of his mental being upon the scenes of his life and the subjects of his action, we are by this law furnished with a new clue to the history of our race; and I think it highly probable, that, by the application of this principle, the chasms of history may be supplied, and a glimpse may be obtained of unrecorded ages and nations, whose early history is lost in darkness. The ancient manuscripts, paintings, and other works of art, which still exist – the crucifixes, garments, armor, and other ancient relics, still preserved – are doubtless still instinct with the spirit that produced them, and capable of revealing to psychometric exploration, the living realities with which they were once connected. At present, these relics are barren of significance. Their hidden meaning lies waiting the future explorer, as the hieroglyphics of Egypt awaited the arrival of Champillion to interpret their significance. And why should not the world be filled with the monuments and unwritten records of its past history? It would seem, to the superficial thinker, that man was entirely limited to tradition and written records for his knowledge of the past; but physical science proves, that the world possesses, embodied in enduring monuments, the story of its progressive existence. The geologist finds, in the different strata of the earth, in its curiously mingled and irregular structure, and in the fossil remains which it conceals in its bosom, the history of its various changes of surface, and of the antediluvian races of animals which have long been extinct. The huge Saurian monsters, which he portrays from their fossil relics, rise before the eye as incredible chimeras. And over this fertile region, now occupied by prosperous States, he revives, by the magic power of science, the antediluvian seas and their strange inhabitants, unknown to man.
The Past is entombed in the Present! The world is its own enduring monument; and that which is true of its physical, is likewise true of its mental career. The discoveries of Psychometry will enable us to explore the history of man, as those of geology enable us to explore the history of the earth. There are mental fossils for psychologists as well as mineral fossils for the geologists; and I believe that hereafter the psychologist and the geologist will go hand in hand — the one portraying the earth, its animals and its vegetation, while the other portrays the human beings who have roamed over its surface in the shadows, and the darkness of primeval barbarism! Aye, the mental telescope is now discovered which may pierce the depths of the past and bring us in full view of the grand and tragic passages of ancient history! I know that, to many of my readers, unaccustomed to these investigations, and unacquainted with the first experimental facts of this great science, these anticipations must seem a visionary hope – too grand, too romantic, too transcendently beautiful to be true. But observe, that all is based upon familiar experiments, and these results are but legitimate deductions from familiar facts. As surely as the expansive power of steam gives premonition of the ocean steamship, does the power of Psychometry give promise of all the glorious performance to which I have alluded.
—Buchanan, 1842
A tactile scent, groaning under the weight of aeons: wild fig, cedarwood, venerable ti leaf, and white sage.
All Saints 2014: Based on a venerable French pontifical incense blend: monastic frankincense and myrrh, Damascus rose, Russian gardenia, cassia, and lily of the valley wafting on a chill Autumn wind. A celebration of the glory and suffering of the saints and martyrs of the Church.
Almond Blossom: Even iron can put forth,
Even iron.

This is the iron age,
But let us take heart
Seeing iron break and bud,
Seeing rusty iron puff with clouds of blossom.

The almond-tree,
December’s bare iron hooks sticking out of earth.

The almond-tree,
That knows the deadliest poison, like a snake
In supreme bitterness.

Upon the iron, and upon the steel,
Odd flakes as if of snow, odd bits of snow,
Odd crumbs of melting snow.

But you mistake, it is not from the sky;
From out the iron, and from out the steel,
Flying not down from heaven, but storming up,
Strange storming up from the dense under-earth
Along the iron, to the living steel
In rose-hot tips, and flakes of rose-pale snow
Setting supreme annunciation to the world.

Nay, what a heart of delicate super-faith,
Iron-breaking,
The rusty swords of almond-trees.

Trees suffer, like races, down the long ages.
They wander and are exiled, they live in exile through long ages
Like drawn blades never sheathed, hacked and gone black,
The alien trees in alien lands: and yet
The heart of blossom,
The unquenchable heart of blossom!

Look at the many-cicatrised frail vine, none more scarred and frail,
Yet see him fling himself abroad in fresh abandon
From the small wound-stump.

Even the wilful, obstinate, gummy fig-tree
Can be kept down, but he’ll burst like a polyp into prolixity.

And the almond-tree, in exile, in the iron age!

This is the ancient southern earth whence the vases were baked, amphoras, craters, cantharus, oenochoe, and open-hearted cylix,
Bristling now with the iron of almond-trees

Iron, but unforgotten,
Iron, dawn-hearted,
Ever-beating dawn-heart, enveloped in iron against the exile, against the ages.

See it come forth in blossom
From the snow-remembering heart
In long-nighted January,
In the long dark nights of the evening star, and Sirius, and the Etna snow-wind through the long night.

Sweating his drops of blood through the long-nighted Gethsemane
Into blossom, into pride, into honey-triumph, into most exquisite splendour.
Oh, give me the tree of life in blossom
And the Cross sprouting its superb and fearless flowers!

Something must be reassuring to the almond, in the evening star, and the snow-wind, and the long, long, nights,
Some memory of far, sun-gentler lands,
So that the faith in his heart smiles again
And his blood ripples with that untenable delight of once-more-vindicated faith,
And the Gethsemane blood at the iron pores unfolds, unfolds,
Pearls itself into tenderness of bud
And in a great and sacred forthcoming steps forth, steps out in one stride
A naked tree of blossom, like a bridegroom bathing in dew, divested of cover,
Frail-naked, utterly uncovered
To the green night-baying of the dog-star, Etna’s snow-edged wind
And January’s loud-seeming sun.

Think of it, from the iron fastness
Suddenly to dare to come out naked, in perfection of blossom, beyond the sword-rust.
Think, to stand there in full-unfolded nudity, smiling,
With all the snow-wind, and the sun-glare, and the dog-star baying epithalamion.

Oh, honey-bodied beautiful one,
Come forth from iron,
Red your heart is.
Fragile-tender, fragile-tender life-body,
More fearless than iron all the time,
And so much prouder, so disdainful of reluctances.

In the distance like hoar-frost, like silvery ghosts communing on a green hill,
Hoar-frost-like and mysterious.

In the garden raying out
With a body like spray, dawn-tender, and looking about
With such insuperable, subtly-smiling assurance,
Sword-blade-born.

Unpromised,
No bounds being set.
Flaked out and come unpromised,
The tree being life-divine,
Fearing nothing, life-blissful at the core
Within iron and earth.

Knots of pink, fish-silvery
In heaven, in blue, blue heaven,
Soundless, bliss-full, wide-rayed, honey-bodied,
Red at the core,
Red at the core,
Knotted in heaven upon the fine light.

Open,
Open,
Five times wide open,
Six times wide open,
And given, and perfect;
And red at the core with the last sore-heartedness,
Sore-hearted-looking.
- DH Lawrence
Something must be reassuring to the almond, in the evening star, and the snow-wind, and the long, long, nights: almond blossom, hoar-frost, and snow-wind.
Anaxagoras: Anaxagoras, a physiologoi, was a pioneer in scientific inquiry. His naturalistic theories of explanation were considered a danger to public religion and civic culture, making him an enemy of the polis. He was indicted on charges of impiety for asserting that the sun is a mass of incandescent, red-hot metal, the moon is an earthy sphere, and that the stars are fiery stones.
The fire of the sun, the glow of the moon, and the twinkle of flaming-white stars eclipsed by temple incense and scorched olive leaf: Tunisian amber, Italian bergamot, and blue and white musks blanketed in styrax, libanon, and myrron.
Anteros: The God of Love Returned and avenger of unrequited love, Anteros is Eros’ brother – one of the Twin Cupids – and was given to Eros by his mother, for without reciprocal affection, love will wither. He wields lead arrows and a hammer of gold, and he wields his weapons to inspire mutual ardor and smite those who spurn love. His scent pierces the heart with glimmering shards of rapture and the sweet ache of passion: throbbing red musk and shimmering chypre with saffron, sweet patchouli, Italian bergamot, red currant, and vanilla bean.The God of Love Returned and avenger of unrequited love, Anteros is Eros’ brother – one of the Twin Cupids – and was given to Eros by his mother, for without reciprocal affection, love will wither. He wields lead arrows and a hammer of gold, and he wields his weapons to inspire mutual ardor and smite those who spurn love. His scent pierces the heart with glimmering shards of rapture and the sweet ache of passion: throbbing red musk and shimmering chypre with saffron, sweet patchouli, Italian bergamot, red currant, and vanilla bean.
Anubis: His scent is a blend of holy myrrh, storax, balsam, and embalming herbs.
Arcana: The essence of magickal enigmas and long-forgotten esoteric mysteries. Frankincense, rosemary, lavender, neroli, and verbena.
Arkham: Behind everything crouched the brooding, festering horror of the ancient town, and of the mouldy, unhallowed garret gable where he wrote and studied and wrestled with figures and formulae when he was not tossing on the meager iron bed. His ears were growing sensitive to a preternatural and intolerable degree, and he had long ago stopped the cheap mantel clock whose ticking had come to seem like a thunder of artillery. At night the subtle stirring of the black city outside, the sinister scurrying of rats in the wormy partitions, and the creaking of hidden timbers in the centuried house, were enough to give him a sense of strident pandemonium. The darkness always teemed with unexplained sound – and yet he sometimes shook with fear lest the noises he heard should subside and allow him to hear certain other fainter noises which he suspected were lurking behind them.

He was in the changeless, legend-haunted city of Arkham, with its clustering gambrel roofs that sway and sag over attics where witches hid from the King's men in the dark, olden years of the Province.
A shadowy, unapproachable forest of maple, birch, dogwood, cypress and pine softened by a garland of New England wildflowers: bergamot, columbine, rue anemone, blue violet, creeping phlox, bloodroot, toadflax, and pixie moss.
At the Mid Hour of Night: Velvety star-touched indigo musk with star jasmine, white patchouli, vanilla orchid, moonflower, night-blooming cereus, olibanum, and a drop of Ceylon cinnamon.
Athens: A reformulation and modernization of a true Classical Greek perfume, myrrhine: voluptuous myrrh, golden honey, red wine, and sweet flowers.
Baron Samedi: A notorious voodoo priest, who eventually rose to become one of the funereal Guédés, alongside Baron Cimitère and Baron La Croix. He is a Guardian of the Crossroads: the pathways between our world and the realm of the spirits. As a Master of the Graveyard, he ensures that burial rites are performed with skill, and he helps ferry souls to the dark realm.
In his honor, we have created this scent: our spin on traditional Bay Rum.
Bayou: A lazy, warm deep green scent with a thick aquatic undertone: Spanish moss, evergreen and cypress with watery blue-green notes and an eddy of hothouse flowers and swamp blooms.
Bensiabel: As the years passed Prunella grew up into a very beautiful girl. Now her beauty and goodness, instead of softening the witch’s heart, aroused her hatred and jealousy.

One day she called Prunella to her, and said: ‘Take this basket, go to the well, and bring it back to me filled with water. If you don’t I will kill you.’

The girl took the basket, went and let it down into the well again and again. But her work was lost labour. Each time, as she drew up the basket, the water streamed out of it. At last, in despair, she gave it up, and leaning against the well she began to cry bitterly, when suddenly she heard a voice at her side saying ‘Prunella, why are you crying?’

Turning round she beheld a handsome youth, who looked kindly at her, as if he were sorry for her trouble.

‘Who are you,’ she asked, ‘and how do you know my name?’

‘I am the son of the witch,’ he replied, ‘and my name is Bensiabel. I know that she is determined that you shall die, but I promise you that she shall not carry out her wicked plan. Will you give me a kiss, if I fill your basket?’

‘No,’ said Prunella, ‘I will not give you a kiss, because you are the son of a witch.’

‘Very well,’ replied the youth sadly. ‘Give me your basket and I will fill it for you.’ And he dipped it into the well, and the water stayed in it. Then the girl returned to the house, carrying the basket filled with water. When the witch saw it, she became white with rage, and exclaimed ‘Bensiabel must have helped you.’ And Prunella looked down, and said nothing.
Plum juice, lilac, leather, and a smattering of herbs.
Bewildered in a Dream: The greater part of the fearful night had worn away, and she who had been dead, once again stirred –and now more vigorously than hitherto, although arousing from a dissolution more appalling in its utter hopelessness than any. I had long ceased to struggle or to move, and remained sitting rigidly upon the ottoman, a helpless prey to a whirl of violent emotions, of which extreme awe was perhaps the least terrible, the least consuming. The corpse, I repeat, stirred, and now more vigorously than before. The hues of life flushed up with unwonted energy into the countenance –the limbs relaxed –and, save that the eyelids were yet pressed heavily together, and that the bandages and draperies of the grave still imparted their charnel character to the figure, I might have dreamed that Rowena had indeed shaken off, utterly, the fetters of Death. But if this idea was not, even then, altogether adopted, I could at least doubt no longer, when, arising from the bed, tottering, with feeble steps, with closed eyes, and with the manner of one bewildered in a dream, the thing that was enshrouded advanced boldly and palpably into the middle of the apartment.
A disorienting eddy of French lavender, black tea, orange blossom, sharp green tea leaf, pink flowering thorn, and a blot of inky resins.
Bewitched: Deep, luscious green and berry scents that evoke images of woodland witchcraft and the raw power of nature: blackberry, sage, green tea, wild berries and dark musk.
Bitter Moon (2006): Kokoro no oni ga mi wo semeru. The body is tortured only by the demon of the heart. Nepal poppy, lotus root, wild rose, and blue hibiscus with blackberry, tonka, sage, lavender, peony and vetiver.
Black Forest: This is the captured scent of a cold, moonless night, lost deep within the darkest wood. Haunting and desolate, this scent evokes images of fairy tale tragedy and half-remembered nightmares. Thick, viscous pine with ambergris, black musk, juniper and cypress.
Black Lotus: Born in the shadows of a Temple to Set, this corrupted Egyptian scent evokes images of black pyramids, river demons, and bleak, deadly desert sands. Black lotus flower, amber, myrrh and sandalwood.
Blacker Than the Raven Wings of Midnight: Shrinking from my touch, she let fall from her head, unloosened, the ghastly cerements which had confined it, and there streamed forth, into the rushing atmosphere of the chamber, huge masses of long and dishevelled hair; it was blacker than the raven wings of the midnight! And now slowly opened the eyes of the figure which stood before me. “Here then, at least,” I shrieked aloud, “can I never –can I never be mistaken –these are the full, and the black, and the wild eyes –of my lost love –of the lady –of the LADY LIGEIA.”
The scent of Ligeia reborn: black tea leaf fougere with black sandalwood, opalescent vanilla, osmanthus,  18-year aged Indonesian patchouli, and the suggestion of ancient incense smoke.
Blood Kiss: Lush, creamy vanilla and the honey of the sweetest kiss smeared with the vital throb of husky clove, swollen red cherries, but darkened with the vampiric sensuality of vetiver, soporific poppy and blood red wine, and a skin-light pulse of feral musk.
Blood Lotus: Lush, velvet-red blooms born from the blood shed in the eternal battle between Set and Horus the Avenger.
Blood Pearl: Lustrous, sanguine, soft and lavish: soft orris, blood musk, and coconut.
Blue Snowballs: ... because the holidays can be really, really frustrating. Blueberry slush with a hint of lime and blackberry juice.
Bluebeard: A scent swirling with dark rage, unbridled jealousy, and murderous intent. Violet, lavender, white musk, and vetiver.
Bly: Rain-lashed stone and fading summer flowers.
Bonfire: Single note
Bram Stoker: No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
Bourbon vetiver with opoponax, Italian bergamot, and hay absolute.
Burial: The Dark Side of Earth: deep, brooding forest scents, including juniper and patchouli. The scent of upturned cemetery loam mingling with floral offerings to the dead.
Cathedral: Venerable and solemn: the scent of incense smoke wafting through an ancient church. A true ecclesiatical blend of pure resins.
Catherine: Named for the ambitious, vengeful poisoner Catherine deMedici, who used perfumes to perform her dark deeds. A sinful blend of orange blossom, rosemary and rose… allegedly the exact perfume she utilized in her work.
Cathode: A negatively charged scent. Ambergris, Spanish Moss, oakmoss and three electric mints.
Chuparosa: The Hummingbird of Love, the Rose Sucker. A potent, benevolent, merciful love blend.
Claircognizance: Dr. E. S. Packard, of Corunna, Me., in the Eastern Star, states that Mr. David Prescott, of South Sangerville, over ninety years of age, “wandered away into the woods, and not returning, a crowd of over a hundred men hunted for him nearly two days; the mill pond near his house was drained. Search was made in every direction but to no success.
“A gentleman of that place decided to call in the aid of Mrs. Stevens; she told him somebody was lost, and not being able to visit the place she drew a map or chart of the locality, giving directions, by which, on his return he was immediately found alive, but died the next day. The day following I was at South Sangerville, and stopping at this gentleman’s house, examined the map, which was perfect in every respect. The house and shed were correctly drawn, the mill and pond near the house were marked, the field and woods, two fences over which Mr. Prescott must climb, even to the swinging of the road by the house was definitely given.
“The spot where she said he was, was shown by a large black mark, and he was found exactly in that place. When we consider that Mrs. Stevens never saw this place in her normal condition, it is to me a wonderful test of spirit power.”
Absolute and perfect clarity: rockrose, white amber, Corsican immortelle, Siamese benzoin, white sandalwood, and life everlasting.
Cuchulain's Fight with the Sea: A man came slowly from the setting sun,
To Emer, raddling raiment in her dun,
And said, 'I am that swineherd whom you bid
Go watch the road between the wood and tide,
But now I have no need to watch it more.'
Then Emer cast the web upon the floor,
And raising arms all raddled with the dye,
Parted her lips with a loud sudden cry.
That swineherd stared upon her face and said,
'No man alive, no man among the dead,
Has won the gold his cars of battle bring.'
'But if your master comes home triumphing
Why must you blench and shake from foot to crown?'
Thereon he shook the more and cast him down
Upon the web-heaped floor, and cried his word:
'With him is one sweet-throated like a bird.'
'You dare me to my face,' and thereupon
She smote with raddled fist, and where her son
Herded the cattle came with stumbling feet,
And cried with angry voice, 'It is not meet
To idle life away, a common herd.'
'I have long waited, mother, for that word:
But wherefore now?'
'There is a man to die;
You have the heaviest arm under the sky.'
'Whether under its daylight or its stars
My father stands amid his battle-cars.'
'But you have grown to be the taller man.'
'Yet somewhere under starlight or the sun
My father stands.'
'Aged, worn out with wars
On foot, on horseback or in battle-cars.'
'I only ask what way my journey lies,
For He who made you bitter made you wise.'
'The Red Branch camp in a great company
Between wood's rim and the horses of the sea.
Go there, and light a camp-fire at wood's rim;
But tell your name and lineage to him
Whose blade compels, and wait till they have found
Some feasting man that the same oath has bound.'
Among those feasting men Cuchulain dwelt,
And his young sweetheart close beside him knelt,
Stared on the mournful wonder of his eyes,
Even as Spring upon the ancient skies,
And pondered on the glory of his days;
And all around the harp-string told his praise,
And Conchubar, the Red Branch king of kings,
With his own fingers touched the brazen strings.
At last Cuchulain spake, 'Some man has made
His evening fire amid the leafy shade.
I have often heard him singing to and fro,
I have often heard the sweet sound of his bow.
Seek out what man he is.'
One went and came.
'He bade me let all know he gives his name
At the sword-point, and waits till we have found
Some feasting man that the same oath has bound.'
Cuchulain cried, 'I am the only man
Of all this host so bound from childhood on.
After short fighting in the leafy shade,
He spake to the young man, 'Is there no maid
Who loves you, no white arms to wrap you round,
Or do you long for the dim sleepy ground,
That you have come and dared me to my face?'
'The dooms of men are in God's hidden place,'
'Your head a while seemed like a woman's head
That I loved once.'
Again the fighting sped,
But now the war-rage in Cuchulain woke,
And through that new blade's guard the old blade
Broke,
And pierced him.
'Speak before your breath is done.'
'Cuchulain I, mighty Cuchulain's son.'
'I put you from your pain.  I can no more.'
While day its burden on to evening bore,
With head bowed on his knees Cuchulain stayed;
Then Conchubar sent that sweet-throated maid,
And she, to win him, his grey hair caressed;
In vain her arms, in vain her soft white breast.
Then Conchubar, the subtlest of all men,
Ranking his Druids round him ten by ten,
Spake thus:  'Cuchulain will dwell there and brood
For three days more in dreadful quietude,
And then arise, and raving slay us all.
Chaunt in his ear delusions magical,
That he may fight the horses of the sea.'
The Druids took them to their mystery,
And chaunted for three days.
Cuchulain stirred,
Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard
The cars of battle and his own name cried;
And fought with the invulnerable tide. — WB Yeats
Grief and rage battering upon the waves: salt-crusted clove stem, flayed kelp, juniper, and white patchouli.
Dark Rosaleen: O my dark Rosaleen,
Do not sigh, do not weep!
The priests are on the ocean green,
They march along the deep.
There’s wine from the royal Pope,
Upon the ocean green;
And Spanish ale shall give you hope,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My own Rosaleen!
Shall glad your heart, shall give you hope,
Shall give you health, and help, and hope,
My Dark Rosaleen!
Over hills, and thro’ dales,
Have I roam’d for your sake;
All yesterday I sail’d with sails
On river and on lake.
The Erne, at its highest flood,
I dash’d across unseen,
For there was lightning in my blood,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My own Rosaleen!
O, there was lightning in my blood,
Red lighten’d thro’ my blood.
My Dark Rosaleen!
All day long, in unrest,
To and fro, do I move.
The very soul within my breast
Is wasted for you, love!
The heart in my bosom faints
To think of you, my Queen,
My life of life, my saint of saints,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My own Rosaleen!
To hear your sweet and sad complaints,
My life, my love, my saint of saints,
My Dark Rosaleen!
Woe and pain, pain and woe,
Are my lot, night and noon,
To see your bright face clouded so,
Like to the mournful moon.
But yet will I rear your throne
Again in golden sheen;
‘Tis you shall reign, shall reign alone,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My own Rosaleen!
‘Tis you shall have the golden throne,
‘Tis you shall reign, and reign alone,
My Dark Rosaleen!
Over dews, over sands,
Will I fly, for your weal:
Your holy delicate white hands
Shall girdle me with steel.
At home, in your emerald bowers,
From morning’s dawn till e’en,
You’ll pray for me, my flower of flowers,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My fond Rosaleen!
You’ll think of me through daylight hours
My virgin flower, my flower of flowers,
My Dark Rosaleen!
I could scale the blue air,
I could plough the high hills,
Oh, I could kneel all night in prayer,
To heal your many ills!
And one beamy smile from you
Would float like light between
My toils and me, my own, my true,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My fond Rosaleen!
Would give me life and soul anew,
My Dark Rosaleen!
O, the Erne shall run red,
With redundance of blood,
The earth shall rock beneath our tread,
And flames wrap hill and wood,
And gun-peal and slogan-cry
Wake many a glen serene,
Ere you shall fade, ere you shall die,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My own Rosaleen!
The Judgement Hour must first be nigh,
Ere you can fade, ere you can die,
My Dark Rosaleen! — James Clarence Mangan
Impassioned patriotism cloaked in the guise of a love song: golden frankincense gilding pine pitch, sun-touched amber, and oakmoss resinoid.

Death on a Pale Horse: And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.
The End of All Things: empty white musk and mint seeped with solemn lavender, doleful patchouli and vetiver, scythe-sharp yuzu and lime, with geranium bourbon, white sandalwood and calla lily.

Dee: John Dee: master of science, alchemy and magic, Hermetic philosopher in the schools of Rosicrucian Christian Mysticism and Platonic-Pythagorean doctrine, and Queen Elizabeth’s astrologer, advisor, cryptologist and spy. With Edward Kelly, he created a field of study and work in Angelic Evocation, and isolated the Angelic language: Enochian. His scent is soft English leather, rosewood and tonka with a hint of incense, parchment and soft woods.
Delphi: The smoke of Sacred Incense of Apollo twined through laurel branches, bay, and honey wine.
Dido: (no description given)
Die Sundë: Blood musk, hothouse orchid, fig leaf, frankincense, white amber, and tobacco honey.
Dionysia: Wild plum, pomegranate, raspberry, Siamese benzoin, plum blossom, patchouli, frankincense, and mahogany.
Dracul: Named in honor of Vlad III, Tepes, of the Order of the Dragon. Black musk, tobacco, fir, balsam of peru, cumin, bitter clove, crushed mint, and orange blossom.
Ectoplasm: In examining and reporting these cases the witnesses averred that certain people, whom they called “materializing mediums,” had the strange physical gift that they could put forth from their bodies a viscous, gelatinous substance which appeared to differ from every known form of matter in that it could solidify and be used for material purposes, and yet could be reabsorbed, leaving absolutely no trace even upon the clothes which it had traversed in leaving the body.
This substance was actually touched by some enterprising investigators, who reported that it was elastic and appeared to be sensitive, as though it was really an organic extrusion from the medium’s body.
—Arthur Conan Doyle, 1930
A luminous, viscid blend of white amber, lemongrass, white oakmoss, and davana.
Eden: At the center of the Garden of Eden stands the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. Though modern interpretations of the Bible claim that it was an apple that the Serpent of the Tree offered to Eve, it is widely believed that the true Fruit of True Knowledge was, in fact, a fig.
This oil contains the innocence of the Garden, coupled with the Truth and Erudition found in the fruit of the Tree of Evil: fig leaf, fig fruit, honeyed almond milk, toasted coconut and sandalwood.
Eldritch Dark: The Miskatonic Valley's premiere sex shop. Black and red musks with honey, leather, and sugared black rose
Elegba: The Spirit of the Divine Messenger, the Lord of the Crossroads, He Who Owns All Doors and Roads in this World. He is the intermediary between the Orishas and mankind, and stands at the intersection of humanity and the Divine. He opens all paths of communication, both mundane and Heavenly.
His ofrenda contains coconut, tobacco and sweet, sugared rum.
Endymion: Selene, the Moon Goddess, fell in love with a beautiful shepherd named Endymion. She appealed to Zeus, asking him to cast Endymion into everlasting slumber so that she could be with him for all eternity. Her wish was granted, and every night the Goddess visited her love as he slept. A sweet, wistful blend of d'Anjou pear, Lily of the Valley, bois du rose and white musk.
Envy: Green herbs slithering through mint, lime and lavender.
Epitaph: Heap not on this mound
Roses that she loved so well:
Why bewilder her with roses,
That she cannot see or smell?

She is happy where she lies
With the dust upon her eyes.
Roses and funeral lilies perceived, faintly, through an indistinct, ghostly mist.
Eros: Myrrh, lilac, and honey wine with crimson tea leaf and sweet resins.
Eusapia: “The case I allude to is that of an invalid woman who belongs to the humblest class of society. She is nearly thirty years old and very ignorant; her look is neither fascinating nor endowed with the power which modern criminologists call irresistible; but when she wishes, be it by day or by night, she can divert a curious group for an hour or so with the most surprising phenomena. Either bound to a seat or firmly held by the hands of the curious, she attracts to her the articles of furniture which surround her, lifts them up, holds them suspended in the air like Mahomet’s coffin, and makes them come down again with undulatory movements, as if they were obeying her will. She increases their weight or lessens it according to her pleasure. She raps or taps upon the walls, the ceiling, the floor, with fine rhythm and cadence. In response to the requests of the spectators, something like flashes of electricity shoot forth from her body, and envelop her or enwrap the spectators of these marvellous scenes. She draws upon cards that you hold out, everything that you want – figures, signatures, numbers, sentences – by just stretching out her hand toward the indicated place.
“If you place in the corner of the room a vessel containing a layer of soft clay, you find after some moments the imprint in it of a small or a large hand, the image of a face (front view or profile) from which a plaster cast can be taken. In this way portraits of a face taken at different angles have been preserved, and those who desire so to do can thus make serious and important studies.
“This woman rises in the air, no matter what bands tie her down. She seems to lie upon the empty air, as on a couch, contrary to all the laws of gravity; she plays on musical instruments – organs, bells, tambourines – as if they had been touched by her hands or moved by the breath of invisible gnomes… This woman at times can increase her stature by more than four inches.
—Chiaia, in a letter to Lombroso
Pale lilacs, white tea, and candle wax.
Eve: The spirit of temptation, the essence of lost innocence. Apple blossom, rose, ylang ylang and golden honey.
Event Horizon: 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.
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[A Picnic in Arkham]A Picnic in Arkham
Al Azif:  An Arabic term that refers to both the chirping of nocturnal insects and the ambient sound made by the chattering of demons. This is the original title of the feared Necronomicon, the Book of Dead Names, penned by the Mad Arab, Abdul Alhazred.
A sinister, sinuous incense of summoning, a herald and paean to the Primordial Gods of Darkness, Chaos, Madness and Decay.
Arkham: A shadowy, unapproachable forest of maple, birch, dogwood, cypress and pine softened by a garland of New England wildflowers: bergamot, columbine, rue anemone, blue violet, creeping phlox, bloodroot, toadflax, and pixie moss.
Azathoth: The Daemon Sultan, Seething Nuclear Chaos
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.
Brown Jenkin: A small, furry, sharp-toothed scent that will nuzzle you curiously in the black hours before dawn: dusty white sandalwood and orris root, dry coconut husk, creeping musk, and the residue of ceremonial incense.
Cthulhu: A creeping, wet, slithering scent, dripping with seaweed, oceanic plants and dark, unfathomable waters.
Night Gaunt: Their scent of their slick, rubbery hides is bittersweet, ticklish, and skin-creeping: something akin to yuzu, white grapefruit, and kumquat mixed with the snow-dusted flowers of Mount Ngranek.
Shoggoth: An amorphous, radiant, incandescent scent. Ever changing, protoplasmic and primordial: white amber, green coconut meat, iris, palmarosa, Chinese peony, lime, water lily, snowdrop, muguet, lemongrass, osmanthus, wisteria, glassy musk, and hinoki.
Shub-Niggurath: The lust incense of a corrupted Astarte. A blend of ritual herbs and dark resins, shot through with three gingers and aphrodisiacal spices.
The Deep Ones: Black algae, drooping seaweed, salty brine, and crushed coral.
Y'ha-Nthlei: A great undersea metropolis located below Devil’s Reef. A swirling, lightless, effervescent scent: the deepest marine notes with bergamot, eucalyptus and foamy ambergris.
[Rappaccini&apos;s Garden]Rappaccini's Garden
Baneberry: A poisonous fruit-bearing member of the buttercup family. The scent, like the plant, is dark green, herbal, and plump with bulging black fruit.
Belladonna: The devil’s herb, which he cultivates with skill and pleasure. According to lore, the spirit of this plant may take the form of a breathtaking, achingly beautiful woman, deadly to behold. This scent is a tribute to such a dark and magnificent plant: a rich green and floral blend, earthy and haunting.
Black Hellebore: The scent is a pale green herbal, darkly rooty, with a faint rose and peony-like overtone.
Bohun Upas: The Tree of Poisons. Every aspect of this tree is toxic, from the narcotic, lethal fumes that it emits, to its oozing, poisonous sap.
A deceptively tranquil scent: heady fruits, dry bark, and deep green leaves, enveloped by a dark and sinister murk.
Cobra Lily: Sharp, heady and viciously carnivorous.
Death Cap: A lethal poison bundled up in a dainty, innocent little package that was oft times found in ancient witches’ flying ointments and astral projection balms. A warm, soft, ruddy scent, earthy and mild.
Destroying Angel: One of the deadliest mushrooms to ever pop through Gaia’s soil. Papery white notes evoke the grace of this fungi, grounded by thin, crisp soil.
Hemlock: This infamous herb has a long, complex history: it has been used in spells of death and destruction, was a principal component in traditional witches’ flying ointments, and was the poison used to put the philosopher Socrates to death. We have created a dark, profound herbal blend to personify and honor this wicked little plant.
Opium Poppy: A bitter, soft, fragile flower.
The Apple of Sodom: Native to the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah, this fruit turns to ashes when plucked as a sign of God’s displeasure.
The Lotus Tree: Honey-sweet and soporific.
The Zieba Tree: A massive tree that held, in its lowest boughs, a nest of bare-breasted men and women. The souls sprawled within the Zieba Tree’s branches were trapped in reverie, lost for all eternity in their fantasies.
A dreamlike, listless scent, misty and hazed, with wisps of white sandalwood, eddying musks the colors of eventide, shimmering pale resins, davana, lemon blossom, orange blossom, and white peach.
Voodoo Lily: Amorphallus, indeed. A breathtakingly exotic, wild, and grossly erotic spicy gold, purple-black, and burgundy lily.

[RPG Series]RPG Series
Adventuring Gear
Vial of Holy Water: The gleaming, indescribably clean scent of purified, ritually consecrated holy water.
Alignment
Chaotic: A whirling mélange of multicolored musks with wasabi, rooibos, heliotrope, and mastic.
Good: Shimmering celestial musk with vanilla, white honey, acacia, and sugar cane.
Lawful: Rigid oak, blue chamomile, rhubarb, and fig leaf.
Neutral: A flawless skin musk.
Classes
Bard: A ridiculously charismatic blend of bay rum, honey, and white musk mingling with the scent of harp wood and lute strings and the twang of horn brass.
Cleric: Rose amber, frankincense, myrrh, champaca flower, Peru balsam, cistus, palisander, cananga, hyssop, and narcissus absolute.
Druid: A woolen robe infused with the scent of a vast, primordial forest: ancient trees, fertile soil, wild herbs, spring grasses, and burgundy pitch incense.
Paladin: Immaculate white musk, sweet frankincense, bourbon vanilla, white leather, and shining armor.
Ranger: Untamed wilderness: buckskin accord with Terebinth pine, Russian birch, black ironwood, elder bark, hay, armoise, juniper, patchouli, galangal root, Spanish moss, and cabreuva.
Rogue: Soft, well-worn black leather, hemp, and rosin.
Races
Dwarf: Iron filings and chips of stone, Styrian Golding hops, and soot-covered leather.
Elf: Pale golden musk, honeycomb, amber, parma violet, hawthorne bark, aspen leaf, forest lily, life everlasting, white moss, and a hint of wild berry.
Half-Elf: White sandalwood, beeswax, white tea leaf, oud, and a hint of sophisticated urban musk.
[Sin and Salvation]Sin and Salvation
Anathema: A scent as heavy as thunder from the Vatican, with notes that inspire every sin and excess. Black opium, with vetivert and honeysuckle.
Dorian: Inspired by and created for my beloved Tedwin: my eternal, beautiful, wicked Dorian Gray. Refined, elegant, and lovely, with a noble bearing and seemingly gentle air. This blend is an artful deception: a sweet gilded blossom lying over a twisted and corrupted core. A Victorian fougere with three pale musks and dark, sugared vanilla tea.
Fallen: This is our song to Lucifer, Lucis Ferre, Heosphoros, the Morning Star, the Brilliant One and the Son of the Morning. He is equated with Samhazai, the Heaven-Seizer, and Azazel, one of the 200 Fallen Angels of Enoch. The essence of overweening pride and unearthly angelic beauty. A regal scent, glowing darkly, elegant and patrician, but unfathomably desolate. Cherubic white sandalwood and golden musk with a dark halo of amber, a breath of imperial florals, unbending woods, and the shadow cast by vetiver and violet.
Hellfire: 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.
Hymn: A paean to true holiness, spiritual purity, and sacred enlightenment. Based on an incense blend sacred to the Virgin Mary: perfect rose absolute and Palestinian Lily of the Valley with olibanum, labdanum, frankincense and myrrh.
Laudanum: The essence of the most debauched hunger encapsulated into a perfume. Desire beyond love, anguish beyond sanity. Nutmeg, sassafras, black poppy and myrrh.
Oblivion: Salvation found in darkness beyond darkness, the blessed sleep of nothingness. Dark musk, wood spice, labdanum, patchouli, dark African woods, and saffron.
Paramatman: Orange blossom, East Indian sandalwood, and champaca.
Penitence: Smell sanctified! A blend of pure, pious frankincense and graceful myrrh.
Rose Cross: A profound symbol of an individual’s personal initiatic process, spiritual refinement and evolution, synthesis, grace found as a result of trial and suffering, and the alchemical process by which we transform the raw essence of our souls through light in extension. This is a holy oil, a representation of the triumph of spirit over matter: purest rose with sacred frankincense.
Sea of Glass: Upon the Sea of Glass, glowing with the perfection of spiritual union and the radiance of true wisdom, rests the throne of God. A scent of inimitable purity, crystalline grace, and limitless light.
Seraphim: A perfume sacred to the highest of the angelic hosts: calla lily, wisteria, white sandalwood, Damascus rose and frankincense.
Tzadikim Nistarim: The scent is one of unadulterated spiritual purity, with a taste of the world's eternal pathos, and the joy of suffering with grace: frankincense, olive, spikenard, hyssop and galangal.
The Seven Deadly Sins
Greed: Base and earthy, yet glittering with golden notes: patchouli, heliotrope, copal and oakmoss.
Lust: Uncontrollable passion and insatiable sexual desire: red musk, patchouli, ylang ylang and myrrh.
Pride: Vanity in extremis. The scent of rabid hauteur: Moroccan rose and narcissus.
Wrath: A scent aflame with rage, swirling in the red haze of hatred: dragon's blood spiked with black pepper, clove, and cinnamon.
Come and See
The Bow & Crown of Conquest: Nobility and haughtiness befitting the Antichrist: sage, carnation and cedar with lavender, vanilla, white musk and leather.
The Scales of Deprivation: Thin, dark, and shadowed. A scent that offers no sustenance, comfort or satiety: lemon peel, white sage, frankincense, lavender fougere, sandalwood, vetiver and labdanum.
[Somnium]Somnium
Baku:  Our Nightmarebane. Named after the Baku, benevolent Japanese spirits that eat nightmares. In Japanese tradition, nightmares are gifts from malevolent spirits; when you wake up from one, you may call, “Baku, please eat my dreams!”, and if you are virtuous and merciful in spirit, the Baku will devour the evil, transforming it into a blessing of good fortune.
Nanshe: The Babylonian Goddess of Dreams, who bestows the power of Oneiromancy onto her priests. This blend opens up psychic sensitivity during sleep and aids in the understanding and correct interpretation of portents and symbols.
Oneiroi: Created to invoke the ancient Greek deities of dreams. On the shores of the ocean, somewhere in the West, they dwell behind their gates of horn and ivory. Soporific, dark, and unfathomable.
Somnus: Named after the Roman God of Sleep. This blend helps bring on deep, restful, natural sleep.
The Temple of Dreams: For use when working with the many Gods of Sleep, Dreams, and Nightmares.
[Steamworks]Steamworks
No. 93 Engine: Balm of Gilead, benzoin, frankincense, balsam of peru, beeswax, saffron, galbanum, calamus, hyssop, mastic, lemon balm, and white sage.
The Obsidian Widow: Pinot noir, dark myrrh, red sandalwood, black patchouli, night-blooming jasmine, and attar of rose.
The Robotic Scarab: Polished metallic notes, glossy leather, frankincense, star anise, and thin lubricating oils.
[Wanderlust]Wanderlust
Ameles Potamos: The River of Unmindfulness: bittersweet black water swollen with forgotten tears.
Bengal: A sultry and unruly blend that emulates the ambient scent of the markets in ancient Bengal: skin musk with honey, peppers, clove, cinnamon bark and ginger.
Cairo: The essence of holy Kyphi, beloved incense of the Egyptian Gods.
Crossroads: The forks of the road: an in-between place, sacred and tangibly magickal in innumerable cultures and faiths. This scent is dark with mystery, taut with power. A chill twilit garden of blooms over dry earth and mosses, heavily laden with incense and offertory herbs.
El Dorado: Copal resin incense blowing through halls of dazzling gold.
Havana: Date palm, dried tobacco, snakeroot, and leather.
Kathmandu: The scent of sacred incense swirling up the steep slopes to Swayambhunath Stupa. Saffron, blessed sandalwood, Himalayan cedar and the miraculous lotus of the Buddha with chiuri bark and Nepalese spices.
London: Venerable Victorian Tea Rose… twisted, blackened and emboldened with wickedness.
Machu Picchu: Sweet tropical fruits burst through deep, wet rainforest boughs, enormous steamy blossoms, over thin mountaintop breezes, mingled with the soft, rich golden scent of Peruvian amber.
Mag Mel: The Plane of Joy, eternal reward for a lifetime of valor and glory. A place of eternal youth and beauty, strength and honor, music and revelry.
The warmth of amber, the puissance of white ginger and the clarity of verbena, with fresh green grass, lush sage and cleansing droplets of summer rain.
Manhattan: Sexuality, power, confidence. A meeting of modern, sleek elegance and rich, passionate history: sheer amber, black leather, white mint, lemon peel, white tea, grapefruit, kush, teakwood and orchid.
Manila: A tropical, humid, lush scent, with a faint echo of Pacific breezes, jungle blossoms, and deep wet woods. Sampaguita blossoms, banana leaf, palm, and narra.
Morocco: The intoxicating perfume of exotic incenses wafting on warm desert breezes. Arabian spices wind through a blend of warm musk, carnation, red sandalwood and cassia.
Moscow: A rich, bold blend of imperial rose, carnation, lush jasmine, lily of the valley, dark musk, amber, bergamot and gilded tangerine.
Ogygia: Crisp sea air, kelp, and climbing vines, flame-singed cedarwood and juniper branches, cypress boughs, alder wood, violets, selino, parsley, glistritha, and white sage.
Paris: Sensual, decadent, and enigmatic. Lavender, softly underscored by lotus and spice.
Pontarlier: The legendary birthplace of the Green Fairy.
Swiss ferns, lilac, blackcurrant, Gallic rose and lavender with a dollop of sugar and absinthe.
Prague: For Jenny, with love. Crocus with snowdrop and three lilies.
Santa Eularia Des Riu: Piquant citrus tempered by jasmine, soft Mediterranean herbs, lavender and orange blossom.
Shanghai: The crisp, clean scent of green tea touched with lemon verbena and honeysuckle.
Sybaris: The pinnacle of wealth, luxury, self-indulgent pleasure, voluptuousness and sensuality.
Bright violet with sweet clove, Mediterranean incense notes and tonka bean.
Tintagel: According to legend, the birthplace of King Arthur. The scent of a castle's great hall in the midst of joyous feasting. Spicy mulled wine flowing through the musky heat, warm leather and bright clash of armor, the damp branches of Cornish hawthorn, blackthorn, juniper, English elm and bayberry, and the magical tingle of dragon's blood resin.
Tombstone: 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.
Whitechapel: A gentlemen’s blend, possessed of dignity, charm and refinement, but in truth masking a corrupted, hideous, soulless core. White musk, lime, lilac and citron.
The Phantom Islands
Cockaigne: The Land of Plenty, also called Luilekkerland; the Lazy, Luscious Land: milk and honey, sweet cakes and wine.
Kumari Kandam: The hollow scent of a vast antediluvian civilization, now frozen and buried, smothered by a thick sheet of ice and trapped deep beneath the ocean. Thick incense, clay, stone, and hothouse blooms with a spike of frost, a hint of decay, and heavy, dolorous aquatic notes.
Lyonesse: Golden vanilla and gilded musk, stargazer lily, white sandalwood, grey amber, elemi, orris root, ambergris and sea moss.
The Isles of Demons: Twin islands near Newfoundland, now lost, that were believed to be gateways to Hell. The scent is of wet, dark greenery, carnivorous flowers, volcanic gas, and the hot black musk of the demons and wild beasts that populated the islands.
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For reference:
Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab: BPAL
General Collection: GC
as opposed to Limited Edition: LE (ie.: Yules, Halloweenies, etc.)
Black Phoenix Trading Post: BPTP
I'm eager to grab every theological, supernatural, and spiritual scent I can to sniff at while I research, go to classes, write papers, etc. that concern those beings, objects, and places, so you'll find a bunch of those here for that purpose. XDD
[Ars Armatoria]Ars Armatoria
Ave Maria Gratia Plena:  A pale, delicate, truly angelic blend. A scent created to emulate Adonis' halo of beauty: fragile, distant, and radiant. Rosewood with Sicilian lemon peel, red Mysore sandalwood, pale musks, sweet mountain sage and a dusting of lily, night-blooming jasmine and orris.
Bordello: A decadent, deep perfume, lusty and luxuriant. The scent evokes images of velvet-lined Old West cathouses, tightly laced corsets, rustling petticoats and coquettish snarls of pleasure. Bawdy plum with amaretto, burgundy wine and black currant.
Brisingamen: The amber necklace of Freyja, Norse Goddess of Love, Sex, Attraction and Fruitfulness. Her magnificent necklace was bough from four Dwarves [Alfrik, Berling, Dvalin and Grer] at the price of four nights of her passion. When Brisingamen graces your throat, no man can resist your charms. A glittering mantle of rich golden notes: five ambers, soft myrtle, apple blossom and carnation.
Defututa: Olive blossom, honey, smoky vanilla, cinnamon, jasmine, sandalwood, and champaca flower.
Delight: In ancient India it was believed that a specific combination of flower petals, when strewn across a couple's bed, would amplify desire and sexual pleasure. This blend is a blend of the same floral essences, refined into a gloriously sinful perfume blend. Frangipani, with rose, tuberose, and jasmine.
Harlot: Based on a Romany incense blend reputed to induce sexual dreams: Somalian rose, Moroccan rose and Bulgar rose with a sultry dribble of cinnamon.
Hunger: Evokes sheer, unadulterated carnal lust. An undeniably warm and sensual scent. Black narcissus, orange blossoms, and vanilla.
Kabuki: Compelling, complex, and utterly enigmatic: a luxuriant, exotic blend of cherry, red musk, and star anise.
La Petite Mort: Seduction, sensuality, the Act, and the aftermath all in one. The scent of warm, damp skin flushed with the glow of passion, touched by the luxuriant potency of ylang ylang and myrrh.
Lucy's Kiss: Created to represent the essence of Bram Stoker’s tragic heroine, Lucy Westenra. Seductive, wanton and deadly, but underscored with a soft, wistful innocense. The gentle scent of rose and a blend of Victorian spices
Muse: A light, invigorating floral and citrus blend. Tuberose, lotus and jasmine with a hint of lime.
Nefertiti: “The Beautiful One Is Come”. Egyptian iris and olibanum with red and white sandalwood, soft myrrh and a breath of North African herbs.
Queen of Sheba: Her scent is a bounty of golden honeyed almonds and a whisper of African and Middle Eastern spices.
Rapture: Sensual ecstasy, the blinding red fire of the apex of sexual pleasure: Moroccan rose, Sumatran rose, mandarin, Egyptian myrrh, night-blooming jasmine, bergamot and neroli thrust into Arabian musk.
Satyr: Unleash the bawdy, unrestrained passion of the satyr! A ferociously masculine scent: sexual, vigorous, and truly wild.
Seraglio: In long-ago Arabia, harem girls rubbed an herbal poultice formed from a blend of sensual, luxuriant herbs and oils onto their bodies to prepare themselves for the Sultan's pleasure. This lush, indulgent perfume is based on that ancient formula. Sweet almond and Mysor sandalwood enveloped by a heady veil of Bulgarian Rose, neroli, nutmeg, clove and orange peel.
Siren: Bewitching, tantalizing and dangerously seductive. A thrilling, exotic blend — deceptively sweet, but spiked with malice. White ginger, jasmine, and a touch of vanilla and apricot.
Spellbound: Perfectly enchanting! An irresistibly sexual, utterly rapturous blend of three roses, radiant amber, and sensual red musk.
The Lady of Shalott: The scent of calm waters just before a raging storm, limned with achingly-beautiful blooms, an icy scent, but somehow warm, and mirror-bright: bold gardenia, crystalline musk, muguet, water blossoms, clear, slightly tart aquatic notes and a crush of white ginger.
Vicompte de Valmont: Rake, scoundrel, demon in a frock coat. Devilishly seductive, ultimately tragic; a villain undone and redeemed by love. Based on an 18th century gentlemen’s cologne: ambergris, white musk, white sandalwood, Spanish Moss, orange blossom, three mints, jasmine, rose geranium and a spike of rosemary.
[Ars Draconis]Ars Draconis
Dragon's Hide:  Flame-kissed, warm, smooth, and highly protective. Dragon’s blood, leather and a hint of smoke.
Ladon: The hundred-headed dragon that guards the garden of the Hesperides: dragon’s blood resin, golden apple, apple blossom, white musk and hyacinth.
[Ars Moriendi]
Ars Moriendi
Danse Macabre: An allegorical expression of the ineffable, indisputable triumph of death, generally expressed in medieval artwork as a violin or flute-wielding skeleton leading a procession of dancers to their graves. Black cypress with oakmoss, frankincense, oude, and a sliver of toasted hazelnut.
Darkness: Bottled gloom; the essence of oblivion. Blackest opium and narcissus deepened by myrrh.
Deep in Earth: Rose geranium, Spanish moss, Irish yew, and graveyard dirt.
Embalming Fluid: A light, pure scent: white musk, green tea, aloe and lemon.
Eternal: Stephanotis, cyclamen, heliotrope, white rose and gardenia.
Haunted: A mournful, poignant scent, thick with foreboding. Soft golden amber darkened with a touch of murky black musk.
Les Fleurs du Mal: The scents of the blossoms of darkness, condensed into one perfume. Features a rose base, softened with lilac and wisteria.
Sheol: The final burst of the soul’s light and joy before passing into the depths of the earth, and into the cords of Sheol; Sheol, who is never satisfied, and who makes wide her soul to all. Vibrant gladiola, graceful stargazer lily, triumphant iris and bright heliotrope flare, and is finally made somber by heavy copal, a drop of labdanum, and tonka.
The Phantom Wooer: A lifeless love song: stargazer lily, bone dust, tomb mosses, buttonweed, moonflower, and honey myrtle.
The Reaper and the Flowers: A funereal bouquet laid on cemetery grass: longiflorum lilies, white rose, chrysanthemum, and carnation.
Wings of Azrael: Azrael is the Angel of Death, marked as the last being to die in the Apocalypse. Though a harbinger of doom, his duties are an act of mercy: he curtails human life before world-weariness and despair destroys our spirits. Warm myrrh swirled with a bittersweet blend of violet, Lily of the Valley, juniper, cypess and cajeput..
[Bewitching Brews]Bewitching Brews
Anne Bonny: Named in honor of the most notorious female pirate to ever set sail. Wicked, cruel, beautiful, intelligent, resourceful and dangerous: a true role model. A blend of Indonesian red patchouli, red sandalwood, and frankincense. A million thanks to Juliana Williamson-Page for inspiration!
Antique Lace: Nostalgia encapsulated. A soft, wistful blend of dry flowers, aged linens, and the faint breath of long-faded perfumes.
Aureus: True, perfect golden light, refined into an incomparably glorious scent.
Belle Epoque: “The Pretty Era”, France’s Golden Time: an age of beauty, innovation and peace in France that lasted from the 19th Century through the first World War and gave birth to the cabaret, the cancan, and the cinema as well as the Impressionist and Art Nouveau movements. Sweet opium, Lily of the Valley, vanilla, mandarin and red sandalwood.
Black Pearl: Evocative of the sea’s unplumbed mysteries. Gentle and lovely, but menacing and profound. Coconut, Florentine iris, hazelnut and opalescent white musk.
Blood: A vital, bold scent, throbbing with sensuality. Essence of dragon’s blood resin, thickened with myrrh and cherry, with a trickle of clove.
Bon Vivant: An effervescent blend of crystalline champagne notes and sweet strawberry.
Brimstone: In Hermetic alchemy, brimstone is one of the Three Heavenly Substances, one of the primary alchemical Principles It represents the strength of will and the vigor of passion, and it is a symbol of the process of fermentation. A smoky, gritty blend, husky and gray.
Calico Jack: Sea air, driftwood, waterlogged kelp, and the memory of plundered spices sprayed over worn leathers, rough musk, and the salty wooden floorboards of the Revenge.
Chimera: The fiery, volatile scent of cinnamon, thickened by myrrh, honeysuckle, and copal.
Delirium: Non compos mentis, indeed! A contrary, conflicted scent, bubbling with merry madness. Contains apple, rose, and lemon.
Eclipse: All the glory, warmth and majesty of the sun — darkened. A delicious blend of bitter almond, vanilla, frankincense and heliotrope, with a drop of cinnamon.
Fae: A brilliant, ethereal scent: white musk, bergamot, heliotrope, peach and oakmoss.
Grand Guigol: In 1897, a new form of entertainment was presented to the people of Montmartre, Paris: the Théâtre du Grand Guignol. During the course of an evening at the theatre, one would watch several small plays, ranging from crime dramas to sexual farces, a violent, throat-ripping, eye-gouging, acid-tossing good time, which always included shock topics such as infanticide, necrophilia, insanity, murder, paranoia, vengeance and death by common household object. Our Grand Guignol perfume is a shot of sweet apricot brandy; just enough to settle your nerves after a ghoulish, gory brush with the macabre.
Inferno: The Dark Side of Fire: cinnamon, bitter almond, and neroli. Heavily spiced, torrid, and possibly conflagrant.
Intrigue: A sultry, exotic scent that inspires devious plotting and clandestine affairs. It is a scent painted in artifice, veiled in deceit, and slithering with whispered secrets. Black palm, with cocoa, fig and shadowy wooded notes.
Kubla Khan: Through sunlit caves of ice, roses unfurl amidst dancing waves of serpentine opium smoke and amber tobacco, golden sandalwood, champaca, tea leaf, sugared lily, ginger, rich hay absolute, leather, dark vanilla, mandarin, peru balsam, and Moroccan jasmine.
Lampades: The Lampades are the darkly beautiful nymphs of the underworld, also called the Lethe Nymphae Avernales. They are the daughters of the Gods that govern the many rivers of Hades. The Lampades are Hecate's torch-bearers and accompany the Goddess on her hunts, quests and revels. Their scent is the crisp, inviting bittersweet tang of cranberry with smoky dark lilies, heady, sensual musk, a tingle of ginger and a brush of Mediterranean spices.
Lurid: Shocking, horrific, fierce, savage, sensationalized, luminous and hazy: black currant, Bulgarian lavender and white musk with a dollop of thick resin and a voltaic charge of ozone notes.
Magus: An ancient blend, swollen with arcane power: galangal, high john essence, frankincense, cedar, and sandalwood.
Mary Read: Salt air, ocean mist, aged patchouli, sarsaparilla, watered-down rum, leather-tinged musk, and a spray of gunpowder.
Mata Hari: Her scent is striking and bold with a delicate yet dark undertone: five roses with soft jasmine, warmed by vanilla, fig, tonka bean and mahogany, spiced with a drop of coffee bean
Omen: Deep, mysterious, and full of dark portents: oakmoss, juniper berry, myrrh and patchouli.
Ouija: Lush parlor rooms draped in thick velvets and gilded in gold, unearthly whispering in the distance, fleeting flashes of wraithlike figures rushing just outside your vision, the chill of a phantom presence brushing by your cheek, the inscrutable knowledge that disembodied eyes are peering at you from darkened corners; this is the essence of Victorian-era spiritualism: rosewood, oak and teak notes with wispy blue lilac, tea rose, dried white rose and ethereal osmanthus.
Ozymandius: Desolation. The remnants of an empire, shivering with forgotten glories, a monument to megalomania, sundered power, and colossal loss. Dry desert air, dry and hot, passing over crumbling stone megaliths and plundered golden monuments, bearing a hint of the incense of lost Gods on its winds.
Phantasm: This delicate, spectral perfume gives rise to an eerie distortion of of the senses. It bestows an ephemeral, ghostly, and truly haunting quality to your presence. Green tea, lemon verbena, jasmine and neroli.
Scherezade: A master storyteller who possessed unfailing courage and compassion, a sharp, quick wit, and a true understanding of human nature. Saffron and Middle Eastern spices swirled through sensual red musk.
Sudha Segara: Named after the primordial ocean of milk where Lord Vishnu reclines upon the thousand-headed Naga. Sweet milk and warm, healing ginger with a touch of golden honey and our blend of Ambrosia.
Swank: Simply cool, the essence of Lounge: the scent of a crisp pomegranate martini.
The Black Tower: A sepulchral, desolate scent. Long-dead soldiers, oath-bound; the perfume of their armor, the chill wind that surges through their tower, white bone and blackened steel: white sandalwood, ambergris, wet ozone, galbanum and leather with ebony, teak, burnt grasses, English ivy and a hint of red wine.
The Forest Reverie: A sunlit ancient forest, dotted with wild roses, grape vine, and queenly lilies, clothed in swirls of opium smoke.
The Jersey Devil: The scent of the wild, hauntingly beautiful Pine Barrens of New Jersey! Pitch pine with blackberry leaf, cranberry, cedar wood and tomato leaf.
The Raven: Sleek, dark, and ominous. Violet and neroli mingled with iris, white sandalwood and dark musk.
Tushnamatay: Pure internal harmony and spiritual bliss: the perfected meditation blend.
Twenty-One: A tribute to New York's 21 Club on West 52nd, formerly the speakeasy Jack & Charlie's Puncheon Club. This is the scent of the perfect martini
Ultraviolet: Electrifying, mechanized and chilly — the scent of crushed blooms strewn on cold metal. Lush violet and neroli spiked hard with eucalyptus and a sliver of mint.
Velvet: Envelop yourself in the soft, sensual embrace of gentle sandalwood warmed by cocoa vanilla and a veil of deep myrrh.
Voodoo: A midnight scent, evoking images of flickering golden firelight reflecting off the sheen of glistening skin and the jerking shadows of bodies suffused with spiritual ecstasy. A deep, powerful, resonant blend of myrrh, patchouli, vetiver, lime, vanilla, pine, almond and clove.
Yggdrasil: The World Ash. Nine woods, nine leaves, and three herbs each for Ratatosk and Vidofnir, with three final herbs to placate Nidhogg.
Zephyr: A gentle white scent, breezes laced with the scent of springtime blooms and citrus. Lemon, lemon verbena, neroli, white musk, white florals, white sandalwood, China musk, bergamot and a drop of vanilla.
[Conjure Bag]Conjure Bag
All Night Long: As if the name didn’t spell it out for you. This blend relieves all sexual inhibitions by simultaneously relaxing and arousing.
Aunt Caroline's Joy Mojo: Bottled happiness. Helps reverse misfortune, brings light and laughter to even the most troubled and discordant place, and aids in alleviating the stress and discontent that accompanies so many of life's daily trials.
Black Cat: A very tricky kitty, indeed. Used most often as a key to bringing back the joy one needs to have in life in order for living to feel worthwhile. Brings back a sense of delight in simple pleasures, and creates a surge of childlike curiosity and a youthful sense of fun. This blend can also be used to reverse troublesome lesser crossings, create a playful air of catlike sexuality, and, because cats will be cats, it can also be used to throw minor, irritating or bothersome hexes, causing small amounts of chaos and disruption to your foes.
Block Buster: Used to open up options in your life, overcome obstacles, and create opportunities. This blend increases your potential for success, inspires creativity and quick thinking, and helps you to be more flexible, adaptable and open to change.
Come to Me: A phenomenally powerful attractant. Sexual and commanding in the extreme.
Dove's Heart: A gentle, healing love blend, often used to help mend a broken heart. Brings peace of mind, soothes the sting of loss, and aids in finding closure.
Fire of Love: A catalytic, potent love oil used to spark (or rekindle) the flame of desire between lovers.
Follow Me Boy: A houdoun recipe dating back almost 150 years. This blend is favored by prostitutes, exotic dancers and others in the sex industry for its power to attract, seduce, and enthrall. Ensures financial gain and increased profits.
French Love: A warm, soft, sexual blend. Sweet and alluring. Used to entice new lovers and add an aura of temptation and carnal sin to your environment.
Has No Hanna: Brings a rush of good luck, lifts the spirit, and helps alleviate depression
High John the Conqueror: A fast-acting, powerful scent used to overcome adversity through positive means. Attracts wealth, prestige, good health, and enhances others’ opinions of you. Grants courage and steadfastness.
Horn of Fortune: Forces a change of fortune, helps overcome poverty and want, and helps attract prosperity, prestige and earthly bounty
Red Devil: A sinfully playful lust blend. Inspires sexual spontaneity, a little bit of kinkiness, and new and inventive ways to get dirty.
Water of Notre Dame: Brings peace to the spirit, a sense of calm and fulfillment, and attracts the aid of beneficial spirits.
Wolf's Heart: Grants courage under extreme conditions, helps overcome fear of death, and strengthens the fortitude of artists and businessmen, enabling them to further their goals.
[Diabolus]Diabolus
Akuma: Devilish temptation, as sweet as sin: blood orange, neroli, and raspberry.
Baobhan Sith: The ghostly White Women of the Scottish highlands. They seduce unwary travelers by night with their unearthly beauty and mesmerizing dancing. They engage their victims in a wild, hypnotic dance, and once they reach exhaustion, exsanguinate their partners with their vampiric kiss. Grapefruit, white tea, apple blossom and ginger.
Black Annis: Black Annis’ perfume is a mixture of damp cave lichen and oak leaf with a hint of vetiver, civet and anise.
Bloodlust: A fiery Martial blend that embodies primal rage, lust for conquest, and all-encompassing desire. Dragon’s blood essence, heavy red musk, Indonesian patchouli and swarthy vetiver with a drop of cinnamon.
Djinn: The scent of black smoke, of crackling flames, and smoldering ashes.
Fenris Wolf: The raw, untamable power of chaos. Rosewood, amber, red musk and a dribble of red sandalwood.
Goblin: Dab a bit behind each ear, and you'll be instantly inspired to alter street signs, shake fruit from your neighbor's trees, and hide your roommate's car keys.
Black coconut, gnarly patchouli, and sweet benzoin.
Hell's Belle: Sweet, smokey and sensually wicked. A thick, steamy scent, truly sinister in its voluptuous sexuality. The perfume of a demon’s favored consort, or of the devil herself. Oleander with wet, sweet mandarin, lush magnolia, a rush of deep musk and a touch of spice.
Hellcat: A soft, sensual, luxuriant blend with a wicked bite: hazelnut, buttercream, honey mead, rum and sweet almond.
Incubus: Spectral white musk and the heart-stopping chill of sheared mint, fanned by caramel-touched body heat, and the diabolical sensuality of black musk, nicotiana, and sage.
Kitsune-Tsuki: Kitsune-Tsuki are malevolent Japanese spirits, akin to western werebeasts: women are possessed by the spirits of foxes, who compel them to perform acts of wickedness and mischief. Asian plum, orchid, daffodil, jasmine and white musk.
Kumiho: Nine-tailed fox demon of Korean lore who transforms into the visage of an irresistible beauty in order to seduce men and lead them to their doom.
A sharp, biting blend of crisp white tea and ginger.
Maenad: Orgiastic mayhem in the extreme: sweet strawberry and orange blossom distorted by carnation, black poppy and hibiscus.
Marie: A blend of sinuous violet and elegant tea rose: the chosen scent of France’s Demigoddess of Debauch: Marie Antoinette.
Phobos: Twin to Deimos and child of War, Phobos is the embodiment of terror and mortal fear.
Chilling white musk, lemon verbena, white grapefruit and lemongrass.
Troll: A lurching, hateful, bitter scent. This is a gruesome blend of ghastly greens and blacks: vetiver, pine pitch, troll musk, black basil, clove smoke, and scorched cumin.
[Excolo]Excolo
Al-Shairan: The enemy of God, also named Iblis, He Who Despaired of the Mercy of God. Al-Shairan is the leader of the Jinn, a tempter who whispers false suggestions to men enticing them into evil and perfidious acts, and is the sworn enemy of all of Adam’s children.
His scent is fiery, bright and thick with sweet sinfulness: clove, peach and orange with cinnamon, patchouli and dark incense notes.
Bastet: Luxuriant amber, warm Egyptian musk, fierce saffron and soft myrrh, almond, cardamom and golden lotus.
Centzon Tototchin: The Four Hundred divine rabbits of the Aztec pantheon that preside over parties and drunkenness.
Bittersweet Mexican cocoa with rum, red wine, and a scent redolent of sacrificial blood.
Coyote: The Native American Creator / Trickster God of Chaos and Change.
The warmth of doeskin, dry plains grasses and soft, dusty woods warmed by amber and a downy, gentle coat of deep musk.
Czernobog: Created in honor of the Slavic Black God of the Dead. A nighttime god of grief, evil, chaos and woe, he is paralleled by his twin brother Bylebog, god of light, joy, order, and good fortune.
A combination of three musks, with splashes of dark myrrh, vetiver and mullein.
Ehecatl: The Aztec God of the Winds. He is one of the faces of the Feathered Serpent, and in this aspect he gave life to the sun and the moon, revives the dead, and breathes love into the hearts all of men.
Hibiscus, matcha, white musk, and lime.
His ofrenda contains coconut, tobacco and sweet, sugared rum.
Grandmother of Ghosts: Mania, Roman Goddess of the Dead, Matron of Madness, Governess of the Ancestral Spirits, Bestower of Divine Frenzy. Her scent swirls with a high-pitched tumult of laurel, stargazer lily, splintered woods, peony, mandarin and white musk, and is spiked with pale pepper.
Hecate: Magnificent three-faced Goddess of Magic, the Dark Moon and the Crossroads. She is the Mother of Witches, and the midnight baying of hounds is her paean. Her compassion is evidenced in her role as Psychopomp for Persephone, and her wrath manifests as Medea's revenge.
Deep, buttery almond layered over myrrh and dark musk.
Hecate: Magnificent three-faced Goddess of Magic, the Dark Moon and the Crossroads. She is the Mother of Witches, and the midnight baying of hounds is her paean. Her compassion is evidenced in her role as Psychopomp for Persephone, and her wrath manifests as Medea's revenge.
Deep, buttery almond layered over myrrh and dark musk.
Himereus: The God of Sexual Desire, Longing and Yearning; an attendant of Eros and Aphrodite. A passion-rousing blend of juniper, sandalwood, rosewood, red musk, orchid, bergamot and lilac.
Kali: This perfume is a blend of the sacred blooms of cassia, hibiscus, musk rose, Himalayan wild tulip, lotus and osmanthus swirled with offertory dark chocolate, red wine, tobacco, balsam and honey.
Kurukulla: The Tibetan goddess of love and wealth. Her scent is a harmonious, sweet, enchanting blend of three lotus blooms and three roses.
Lilith: Mother of Demons, Vengeful Fury, Darkest Seductress, Queen of the Djinn, Goddess of the Gate. Red wine, myrrh, black musk, and attar of rose.
Mania: The personification of insanity, Mother of Manes, Goddess of Night Spirits, Mistress of Undeath, She Who Gives Life to the Dead. With Mantus, she rules the Etruscan underworld, and her scent is roiling chaos and churning madness, but because she is the mother of the Lares, benevolent household spirits, her perfume also bears an underlying gentleness, and, like madness, a strange sweetness. Screeching white musk collides with a howl of red musk, with sharp white grapefruit and pale strawberry leaf.
Nemesis: The whip-wielding Goddess of Divine Retribution, Justice and Vengeance, and is the force that balances the scales of Tyche's fortune. She is also called Adrasteia, 'she whom none can escape', and Erinys, 'implacable'. Nemesis is the executrix of Olympian justice, and her primary duty is to punish hubris and mankind's offenses against the natural order with inflexible, remorseless and raging fury. Her symbols are a sword and scourge, a measuring rod and scales. Cypress, ginger, fig, dried rose, red patchouli, tonka bean and cyclamen.
Odin: His scent is dry elm bark, amaranth, warrior’s musk, and Odin’s Nine Herbs of Power.
Osun: Her ofrenda is thick with honey and herbs of love, passion and desire.
Oya: Oya’s ofrenda is a Nigerian potion of love and war, sweetened by darkest plum. Oya winiwini!
Pele: Whimsical, temperamental, radiant and ravishingly beautiful Goddess of Volcanoes, Fire, Lightning and Dance. She is the Mother of Eruptions and the personification of destructive power. Volcanic eruptions are said to be a side-effect of her jealous rages and her epic quarrels with her siblings are legendary. This perfume embodies her gentler, benign aspect as the capricious Goddess of Dance: muguet and Hawaiian white ginger enveloped by warm, damp tropical blooms.
Sacred Whore of Babylon: And upon her forehead was a name written, Mystery, Babylon the Great, the Mother of Harlots and Abominations of the Earth. An ancient formula that inspires unrepentant decadence, lechery and debauch
Shango: The Master of Lightning’s ofrenda contains red apples, banana, chili pepper, coconut, pineapple, pomegranate and sugar cane.
Tezcatlipoca: Lord of the Smoking Mirror, god of sorcery, nighttime, darkness, beauty, war, heroic men, beautiful women, and all material concerns. Tezcatlipoca is the Master Magician, a trickster god and shapeshifter, governing all worldly matters, and is also the Great Tempter, seducing men into evil acts and subsequently punishing them for their transgressions. Deep cocoa laced with patchouli, leather armor, ritual incense, and a touch of Xochiquetzal’s flowers.
Thanatos: One of the horrible, painful, cruel, brooding, mocking and malignant children of Nyx, he is Death Incarnate, and is seen as a willowy young man, accompanied by a butterfly, bearing an inverted torch and funeral wreath in his hands. In modern thought, thanks to Sigmund Freud, it is the Death Instinct: love of death, destruction and decay, and the desire to embrace the quiescence, silence and peace of the grave. Dry white sandalwood and soft Siamese benzoin over a lugubrious blend of myrrh, Moroccan rose, mastic, tomb moss and a thin whiff of Greek incense.
Yemaya: Her ofrenda is a bounty of melons and grapes, strewn with the petals of the flowers of motherhood, draped with sea mosses.
The Gratiæ
Aglaea: Splendour
Three golden ambers, bright musk, peach wine and myrtle.
Euphrosyne: Mirth
Gardenia, tea rose, vanilla and jasmine.
Thalia: Good Cheer
Plumeria, pear and white champagne
The Kindly Ones
Alecto: Unceasing In Anger
Olive leaf, raspberry leaf, vetiver and cedarwood.
Megaera: The Unwilling, The Jealous One
Orris, black amber, bergamot, plum and grapefruit.
Tisiphone: The Avenger of Murder
Oleander with black patchouli, ylang ylang, and neroli.
The Norns
Skuld: Being
Ylang ylang, honey, Egyptian and Arabian musks and labdanum.
Urd: Fate
Muscadine, black and red patchouli, cereus and nag champa.
[Illyria]Illyria
Antony: The embodiment of Classic masculinity. A warrior’s scent: the green hills and grasses of the battlefields, the resinous incense from the prayers to his Gods, and a touch of the musky leather of his armor. Ambergris and frankincense with sage, and basil.
Caliban: The scent of the salty seas, bittersweet wine, palm and tropical ferns.
[Inspiration]Inspiration
Mary Shelley: The scent of absinthe, lightning, stormclouds, and laudanum crashing through a veil of soft Victorian oriental perfume.
[Märchen]Märchen
Veritas: The essence of honesty, integrity, and veracity: frankincense, white carnation, angelica, chamomile, and heliotrope.
The Rose: The promise of a rose: red rose petals, fresh sap, and the sharp green scent of stem and leaf.
The Sea Foams Blood: Blood rising through an ocean wave.
The Sea Foams Milk: Milk cresting on an ocean wave.
Baba Yaga: Spell-soaked herbs and flowers, cold iron, broom twigs, bundles of moss and patchouli root, and moth dust.
[Pharmacopeia]Pharmacopeia
Bruised Violet Compound: Promotes vigor in undeath and relieves the discomforts and complaints so common to incorporeal spirits! The learned and eminent scholar Alessandro Cagliastro once remarked “Long experience has taught me to prize Doctor Constantine's Compounds above all others!”
Crushed violets, red currant, patchouli root and spanish moss.
Nostrum Remedium: “A Universal Panacea”
Revitalizes the spirit and balances the humors.
Prolongs life indefinitely.
Black tea leaf, invigorating wasabi extract, sweetened by honey. Much despair and suffering can be prevented by the discreet use of Doc Constantine’s remedies.
Slippery Poppy Tincture: Supports psychic health and strengthens the astral body.
Dissolves and expels telepathic blockage.
Every medium should have it. Use before every seance.
Poppy flowers, acai berry, and honey.
Stimulating Sassafras Strengthener: Valuable in relieving the vapors and in reversing depraved conditions of the system. Doc Constantine’s tonics will make you happy, hale, and hearty.
Sassafras, vanilla extract, oak leaf, CO2 butter extract and onycha.
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