Est deus in nobis.
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 both 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.
In the Imp: Juicy, fruity, lightly floral Tea with bright citrus.
On Me: Like in the Imp, it’s very juicy, the Persimmon and Citrus are mouthwatering in this perfect cuppa, with Cherry Blossoms fluttering down like rain.
On My Son: You are doing this on purpose. It’s delicious, and now I want this tea.
Me: *halo* I’ll go brew you some Oolong
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.
In the Imp: Cloven spiced fruit and incense.
On Me: Cloven Orange, Cloven Peaches, Spiced earth and incense.
On My Son: *I always dilute cinnamon blends before he wears it, because he’s got unblemished skin*
It’s spicy fruity incense. I would love a box of incense like this. It’s more Peach Blossom than fruit for me, and it’s real relaxing all around. Please say you have two.
Me: You can have it.
When he is with the lover, both cease from their pain, but when he is away then he longs as he is longed for, and has love’s image, Anteros lodging in his breast, which he calls and believes to be not love but friendship only, and his desire is as the desire of the other, but weaker; he wants to see him, touch him, kiss him, embrace him, and probably not long afterwards his desire is accomplished.
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.
In the Imp: It smells like a masculine version of Mme. Moriarty. It’s less boozy juicy than Moriarty.
On Me: Now that I don’t have to deal with emotional responses that make the red musk evil, I can cleanly review it.
The Chypre brightens it up without making it too feminine, the Bergamot(for me, the citrusy tang of Bergamot is always synonymous with tea) and the Patchouli adds a touch of earthiness that balances it back to being androgynous.
The Vanilla Bean and Currant blended with the Red Musk are what remind me so much of Mme. Moriarty. Those who can’t wear her should give this a try.
On My Son: What Mom said, and add fruity, earthy tea.
He Who Counts the Hearts, Jackal Ruler of the Bows, He Who Is In the Place of Embalming. Jackal-headed guardian, protector and psychopomp of Egypt’s dead, he guides souls to the underworld and holds steady the scales upon which the deceased’s heart is weighed against Ma’at’s Feather of Truth. He is the creator and master of funereal rites, He Who Opens the Mouth of the Dead, and is the sentinel that watches over the sanctity of tombs and the virtue and privacy of his charges.
His scent is a blend of holy myrrh, storax, balsam, and embalming herbs.
In the Imp: Resins and a sharp green.
On Me: It’s a Myrrh heavy, heavily resinous scent, with almost a Papyrus reed-like note in the background. This is what Embalming Fluid should have smelled like.
On My Son: It smells sort of like Blooddrop’s Boris Karloff minus the Gentlemen’s Chypre, and then add the mummy perfume you like(Eshe, A Vision of Life-in-Death), only skip the Jasmine.
Me: *layers the two* Yeah, kind of does.
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