Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab (BPAL) American Gods General Catalog Perfume Oil (Available)
"You're dead, Mad Sweeney," said Shadow. "You take what you're given when you're dead."
"Aye, that I shall," sighed the dead man sitting in the back of the hearse. The junkie whine had vanished from his voice now, replaced with a resigned flatness, as if the words were being broadcast from a long, long way away, dead words being sent out on a dead frequency.
Tinny eucalyptus and elemi against a flat black backdrop of opoponax.
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