Spell 125

[gypsyjolie]

In all of the Egyptial Book of the Dead, Spell 125 was the most important incatation in a book full of them. This was the spell which the dead had to recite before the weighing of the heart against a feather. If his heart was lighter than a feather, he won eternal life and godship. If it were heavier with sins, his soul would be picked up by Anubis, not a word said, and unceremoniously tossed to the waitng demon-god Ammit (a crocodile headed horror who lurked near the scales of justice for what soul tidbits he could get). Heavy incense belching from the pleading pots surrounding the scene, a great river of black musk and the lighter but top note dank smell of a well used dim place. This perfume is the odor of supplication, fear and hope. It is a bit audacious though.

wet: Call the fire brigade, there's a building on fire! This is smoky to the point of acrid.

drying: Okay, the smoke is getting bearable now. I can catch glimpses of the black musk coming through. It still does smell like a burned-out building - smoke over damp wood and concrete.

full drydon: Well, it is atmospheric!! It smells realistic, not like a perfume version of smoke but *actual* burned/burning wood. The slighty-powdery black musk does come through on the long drydown somewhat, but this is more of a novelty scent to me.

[reverend squid]

Yep, I agree with Gypsyjolie. This is very, very, VERY smoky. The main things I got were smoke and dankness. This smells like someone burning a big bonfire of bitter incense in a dank, underground cavern. Which, of course, is exactly what it's supposed to smell like! Unfortunately, the only black musk I got was a tiny bit on the extreme drydown, but it wasn't enough to take away the bitterness.

This is a hugely evocative scent, but very harsh and bitter on my skin. I'm really glad I tried it, but it isn't something I could wear at all. Extremely interesting, though.