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For all you strange girls whose idea of the perfect Valentine involves darkness, decay and eldritch terror...a gothic-minded blend of the decadent charms of cocoa absolute, rose attar and cabernet accord cloaked in dark bloody red musk with a spooky resinous base of oak, sandalwood and myrrh.


COCOA ABSOLUTE ~ Lightens emotions, evokes feelings of love.
RED MUSK ~ Self-confidence and strength, sexual attractant, heightens passions and arousal.
ROSE ATTAR ~ Self-confidence, strong aphrodisiac properties, attracts affection & love, fertility, divination/clairvoyance.
LEATHER ~ The musky scent of leather inspires feelings of lust, personal power, and provides a hint of danger.
FERMENTED ALCOHOL: CABERNET ~ Intoxicant, used as an offering or appeasement for Gods, used in love spells, and celebratory spells.

OAK ~ A wood of masculine and projective energy.

It symbolizes endurance, triumph, strength, power, prosperity, and heroism. 
SANDALWOOD ~ Love, exotic, sensual atmospheric; aphrodisiac. Healing, spirituality, exorcism.
MYRRH ~ Stimulating, soothing. Powerful guard against evil.


Created by: Mara Fox

Description: Julie (luna65)

Label art: Mara Fox

February 2015


from Russian To Conclusions, an Agent Null adventure
by Julian Lune


Null had come to enjoy attending Katerina’s poetry readings at La Bete Noire, there was something thrilling in watching her work a crowd: fierce and sensual in her black leather bodysuit and thigh-high boots, beyond the obvious attraction of her natural Slavic beauty. But the fact that she could break several bones in his body at any time was also enthralling. However, he knew his flirting would never amount to anything but a reaction of eye-rolling boredom.


Tonight’s theme was Darkest Lupercalia - a change of pace for those who shunned the sappy commercialism of Valentine’s Day, and Kat’s latest poem was a perfect criticism of the observance.

I wanted your heart
still beating, in my hand
you sent me a card
full of commercial crap
empty rhetoric
sloppy sentiment.
I wanted the thorns
to pierce and pain me
remind me I am alive
you sent me roses, scentless and static
when they die they will not even wither.
I crush them underfoot
you don’t know what love is
love is suffering
for the perfection you will never attain.

Snapping her leather-bound journal shut, she glared at the audience until the applause thundered. She downed a shot of vodka and nodded once, approving of the crowd’s acceptance.


“She is genius,” Pov said from his seat beside Null, clapping loudly for his sister.


“Feh!” Katerina exclaimed, as one of the attendees approached her with a dried black rose. She waved a dismissive hand and continued to their table, Null handed her a Black Bacarra rose, which was one of the darkest reds available, complete with thorns. She granted him half a smile once she was seated.


“Null, sentimentality is a liability in our profession,” she opined.


“Yes I know, but I also know you will only accept this breed of rose.”


She cut her eyes at Pov, who shrugged then lit a cigarette. Then it was his turn to scowl as she did the same.


“Am I telling Mama you are smoking?” he asked her.


“I do not care,” Katerina snapped. Another would-be suitor approached bearing a glass of cabernet sauvignon, another sorry soul enthralled by her Gothic persona which, time would reveal, was not for show. Katerina really was as dark as the bottom of a well. “Do not bring me wine!” she roared.  “Wine is for poseurs! Drink vodka and shut up!” The guy paled under whatever cosmetics he was utilizing and hurried away.


“Now that’s a Goth look,” Null quipped, pointing at the retreating black back. “Completely drained of blood.”


“I am getting the eyeballs from these girls,” Pov said, looking only slightly less morose than usual.


“Because they are all stupid!” Kat proclaimed. “You should succeed with any one of them, both of you wretched men.”


“But who holds your bloody beating heart, Katerina dearest?” Null asked, fluttering his eyes at her then pursing his lips.


“I should have kept the wine so I could throw it in your face!” Katerina replied, and her companions began laughing at her pique. She scowled until their mirth subsided.


Pov poured three shots of vodka from his BYOB and handed them ‘round. “Love, who needs it?” he offered as a toast.


“No one,” Katerina answered, and they all solemnly drank.


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