Opiate Southern Gardens of Orchids
This scent is part of the 2013 series Misketonic Valley Yuletide: The Festival and just so I still have this text when the series is no longer available I shall copy it and paste it below.
The nethermost caverns are not for the fathoming of
eyes that see; for their marvels are strange and terrific. Cursed the ground
where dead thoughts live new and oddly bodied, and evil the mind that is held
by no head. Wisely did Ibn Schacabao say, that happy is the tomb where no
wizard hath lain, and happy the town at night whose wizards are all ashes. For
it is of old rumour that the soul of the devil-bought hastes not from his
charnel clay, but fats and instructs the very worm that gnaws; till out of
corruption horrid life springs, and the dull scavengers of earth wax crafty to
vex it and swell monstrous to plague it. Great holes secretly are digged where
earth’s pores ought to suffice, and things have learnt to walk that ought to
crawl.
So, don your holiday ritual robes, grab your discordant
flutes, hop on your limply-flopping demon mounts, take a swig of goat milk
cocoa, and head down to the Stygian grotto to join the villagers of Kingsport
as they observe the time-worn traditions of the Festival. Celebrate the
season the Miskatonic Valley way!
Refreshments provided by Arkham’s own Mother Shub
and Zadok Allen Vineyard.
Happy Yule,
Kingsport!
If you would like to read H.P. Lovecraft's story "The
Festival" you can find it here.
I ordered only one decant from this series and I don't
really remember why I ordered it. I do know that I had forgotten that most
Miskatonic Valley scents are, for obvious reasons, aquatics. And aquatics and I
are not the best friends, so had I remembered I might not even have ordered
this one. And missed an aquatic scent that I do like. The flavour text is the
following:
"Mine were an old people, and were old even when
this land was settled three hundred years before. And they were strange,
because they had come as dark furtive folk from opiate southern gardens of
orchids, and spoken another tongue before they learnt the tongue of the
blue-eyed fishers. And now they were scattered, and shared only the rituals of
mysteries that none living could understand. I was the only one who came back
that night to the old fishing town as legend bade, for only the poor and the
lonely remember."
The scent is described as: "Memories of alien gardens that crawl with wide swaths
of vivid, soporific blossoms: gargantuan orchids, blood-purple poppies, and
monstrous black peonies."
I can't say that I smell orchids, or poppies, or even
peonies which I should be able to recognize from other BPAL scents that I have. I'll have to wear it more
often, and I even considered buying a bottle, until I saw how many bottles I
already have. What I could smell today was an aquatic floral scent that I much
enjoyed.
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