A biblichor of eldritch books - heavy parchment paper, ancient iron oak gall ink, crumbling leather bindings, and wafts of rare incenses.
"Time-eaten, like his books, and worn
With teen and strong endeavour,
Pure heart, flame burning ever,
Whence lofty thought and verse were born,
With lamp-lit toil he met the morn.
And wealth bequeathed by ages old
Stood round him piled, enshelved,
Wherein he nightly delved,
Nor paused when grey was smitten gold..." -J.J. Britton "A Bookworm" (1884)
Art: Dutch Vanitas Still Life by Unknown Artist, c. mid-1600s
It smells forbidden & foreboding, mysterious & beckoning. I took it on vacation with me because I'm hooked on it. I know this sounds outlandish, but I'm convinced that ravens ate way more attentive to me ever since this became one of my signature scents. view less