Arachnina, The Spider Girl Perfume Oil
Only three days ago I started wearing Arachnina. And since then, my life has changed completely. As I leave my house in my everyday attire of corsets, hobble skirts with crinolines and feather hats, I notice strange looks and dangling tongues from my intrigued neighbors. While this type of attention never came my way before, this lady must confess that she finds it quite pleasing.
In fact, the other day I went for my daily walk along the beach with my English Spaniel and my lacey umbrella and was approached by a very nice lad with a wooden leg and a sweet breath of rum. He suddenly started winking his only eye and calling me "love." We are now seeing each other, and that wooden leg more than makes me happy.
Yesterday, after I powdered my nose, I went to the deli shop to get some fish and chips and mushy peas and my usually nice toothless fish guy was nicer than ever; I got haddock instead of cod! Now I am seeing him too.
I love Arachnina. It brings to mind a walk in the dark, dirty streets of Whitechapel in 1888 – paranoid, foggy, foreboding London. Dark, dangerous and sinister, it is the best of scents. Its black currant, poppy, red and black musk, lilies, nicotiana and patchouli tones meld into a macabre love spell that only Satan himself could have made.