Tired of perfumes that lend you the aroma of flowers and Jennifer Lopez? Looking for a replacement to that library-related scent I told you about a few months back?
A creeping, wet, slithering scent, dripping with seaweed, oceanic plants and dark, unfathomable waters.
Doesn’t that sound divine? Also available are odours such as Azathoth, R’lyeh, and Shoggoth.
All kidding aside, I am wholly heartened by such efforts to combine a passion for literature with a passion for fragrances. I wholly hope that they embark upon further literary/olfactory adventures. May I suggest Clive Barker’s Cenobite, a lovely commingling of acrid steel and blood-soaked flesh? Or Jeff Vandermeer’s Grey Cap, an earthy mushroom with hints of death?