Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab (BPAL) Maelstrom Limited Edition Perfume Oil (Limited)
It was now midnight, and my task was drawing to a close. I had completed the eighth, the ninth, and the tenth tier. I had finished a portion of the last and the eleventh; there remained but a single stone to be fitted and plastered in. I struggled with its weight; I placed it partially in its destined position. But now there came from out the niche a low laugh that erected the hairs upon my head. It was succeeded by a sad voice, which I had difficulty in recognising as that of the noble Fortunato. The voice said?
"Ha! ha! ha!?he! he!?a very good joke indeed?an excellent jest. We will have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo?he! he! he!?over our wine?he! he! he!"
"The Amontillado!" I said.
"He! he! he!?he! he! he!?yes, the Amontillado. But is it not getting late? Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo, the Lady Fortunato and the rest? Let us be gone."
"Yes," I said "let us be gone."
"For the love of God, Montresor!"
"Yes," I said, "for the love of God!"
A deep, rich sherry encased in dusty darkness, touched by oak, and damp catacomb stone. The scent begins with a sense of drunken glee, of orange peel, bittersweet berry and rose hip, and moves inexorably towards the dread and terror expressed in black patchouli.
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