The Zadok Allen Vineyard

THE ZADOK ALLEN VINYARD
Innsmouth, MA
Ut Sementem Feceris Ita Metes. Founded by the Esoteric Order of Dagon, and named after the man encased within the foundation of the winery, this fertile bastion of haphazard viticulture has been providing superb wines to the Miskatonic Valley since 1927. The site of the vineyard has been used for hundreds of years as an abattoir, and this environment lends a peculiar and exceptional terroir to all their wines and liquors. Visitors are welcome to observe Fishmen priests engaged in pigeage once a month. Please contact the vineyard for information on this as well as their scheduled wine tasting events.

The Zadok Allen Vineyard has a subtitle: Valentine's Day in the Miskatonic Valley. It was a 2010 Lupercalia LE inspired by Lovecraft's story The Shadow over Innsmouth. Zadok Allen is one of the few completely human residents of Innsmouth which is inhabited by strange hybrids who are half human and half some unknown creature that looks like a cross between a fish and a frog. The inhabitants of Innsmouth worship Dagon, an originally Assyro-Babylonian fertility god whom Lovecraft incorporated into the Ctulhu mythos. Zadok is an alcoholic who in his drunken ramblings tells the reader much about the secret background of the city. I still have to read the story, which can be found here: The Shadow over Innsmouth.


The scent with this name is described as if it were a wine:

A deep velvety Cabernet Sauvignon with hints of plum, black cherry, rose petals, coffee bean, and smoky oak. Barrel and bottle aged, with a smooth and spicy hit mid-palate. Hints of Dagon's tarry black incense and clotted blood complete this well-rounded, robust indulgence.

It is interesting that the first time I tried it I did not like it at all. I thought I recognized a note from BPAL's choclote scents which turns to some kind of plastic imitiation of chocolate on my skin. But today I tried it again and after a few minutes in which it was not very nice but not as bad as the plastic chocolate either, it slowly changed into something divine. I may even like it more than Mme Moriarty (for which I make my apologies to her).