Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu lw'nafh freff'gtdh "fhalma hupadgh N'ghft Osoph'guax Crax'axxaha Shag-Ron wgah'nagl fhtagn z'zxo.
Translation:
In his palace at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits for the Mother Born of the Black Phoenix to finish the goddamn Carnaval Diabolique update.
This plaque, an homage to Great Cthulhu's artisanal fragrance obsession, was sculpted by Jake Johnson-Alhazred, great-great-great-great-great grandson of Abdul Alhazred and Arkham High School's favorite art teacher, and crafted by hand by blind, mute cultists in a subterranean workshop located miles beneath the frozen wastes of Nunavut.
The scent, Slipping Into Madness, was created by Elizabeth Barrial to be partnered with this plaque in an effort to placate the Sleeping God. His bottles of Madame Moriarty and Midnight on the Midway are empty, y'see.
SLIPPING INTO MADNESS
A slow, murky sojourn into bedlam: slick, black Arabian musk, aged red patchouli, tobacco absolute, wild salvia, and a sliver of screeching, high-pitched zdravetz.
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