The fragrances in this sampler are all associated with graves or crypts. There is a word for the love of graveyard or cemeteries (Coimetrophilia) and I have always visited them on my travels. Besides the beauty of graves, headstones, masoleums, etc., it is extremely interesting to see how other countries and cultures bury and honor their dead.
You will receive a 1/2ml sample (1ml sample vial filled half full) of each of the fragrances in this sampler.
- Moonlight Cove Finery Shallow Grave Perfume Oil - Lying quietly, alone, as days and nights pass as they always have. Nothing to hear, eyes are dark, and thoughts are only fleeting. Lost beneath the layers of time, consciousness fades, decays, rots like fallen wood. Lost, but only hidden; the embers of the soul still smolder, forgotten below this hasty veil - the shallow grave. The scent of upturned soil and roots, damp leaves and moss. Rain and stone, misty pine wood, earthy fungi, and the subtle tang of decay. Ambery resin and a hint of peach, and gentle flowers - of the innocence, life and purpose left behind, waiting to be resurrected once again.
- Redwood Alchemy Grave Parfum - Grave is reminiscent of freshly turned grave dirt, damp grass, powdered flowers, coffin wood and etched granite slabs cloaked in moss. It features notes of etched gravestones, pine boxes, old creeping moss, freshly turned grave dirt and dry flowers.
- Lovesick Witchery Zombie Perfume Oil - Zombie is the scent of clawing its way up from an unmarked forest grave, freshly dug dirt and cedarwood mingle with pine needles, oakmoss, and vanilla tobacco. With notes of dirt, cedarwood, pine needle, oakmoss, vanilla and tobacco.
- Nui Cobalt Canoodling in a Crypt Perfume Oil - With notes of dead leaves, black amber, iced chai, cathedral incense, graveyard dirt and Egyptian musk.
- Nui Cobalt Entombed Perfume Oil - Cemetery stones enshrouded in mist, wild English lavender, rain, and freshly turned earth.
- BPAL Days and Nights in Vaults and Charnel Houses Perfume Oil - From their website: Darkness had no effect upon my fancy, and a churchyard was to me merely the receptacle of bodies deprived of life, which, from being the seat of beauty and strength, had become food for the worm. Now I was led to examine the cause and progress of this decay and forced to spend days and nights in vaults and charnel-houses. My attention was fixed upon every object the most insupportable to the delicacy of the human feelings. It features notes of grave soil, necrophagous insect chitins, moss, mold, dried blood, rot, dirt-smeared wool and sweat-drenched citrus lilac aftershave.
