Cthulu - Drakkar Noir, Sea Spray, Musk and Campfire

In the darkest recesses of your mind, you find yourself, the lone soul standing on the boardwalk of a New English beach. Monstrous waves crash around you as lightning splits the sky. What you believe to be thunder rattles in the distance. You try to pull up your coat lapels or pull down your hat, anything to try and repel the insistent driving rain. Lighting strikes again, this time illuminating something in the distance. If it wasn’t the shoreline, you would have believed it to be a mountain, but that cannot be. Then you hear it. At first a booming murmur rumbling through your brain. It starts low, but builds to a dreadful crescendo that seems impossibly loud, and you would believe it to be audible if it didn’t pound the inside of your brain. The voice continues, growing louder and louder until your head feels like it is about to explode. The towering mountain moves closer through the raging sea, you begin to notice two eyes, glowing like scarlet lighthouse beams. Another flash of lighting reveals a face full of tentacles and at this point, its identity was unmistakable. You’ve heard its name in whispers of the well-travelled, the reports on murderous cults, and engraved on the caves of the ancient peoples. The Dread Dream. The Destroyer of Worlds. Mythical Beards’ July Mythos. Cthulhu: Call of the Deep.

This scent of insanity begins with an enigmatic cologne with top notes of light lavender, juicy citrus, and an earthy blend of herbs, followed by spicy middle notes of coriander, cardamom, jasmine, and wormwood, and finished off by woodsy tones of amber, pine needles, and oak moss. This cologne is washed in salty ocean spray driven by ozone-driven air. The scent is complete by the rich and mysterious musk of abalone from the deepest depths of the ocean. There’s no use in running, succumb to Cthulhu: Call of the Deep.