Heathcliff Perfume Oil
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Wuthering Heights Heathcliff Perfume Oil
“I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.”
A feral and unrepentant animalic musk slick with heat, tangled with smoked birch tar that clings to skin like soot and desire. Refined cologne masks a deep, grinding base of dark resins, cracked leather, and vetiver root; earth torn open, roots exposed. An elemental fury, a wild, fanatical embrace terribly alive in its darkness.
Formulated to be layered with CATHERINE, or worn as a standalone scent.
1924 illustration by Percy Tarrant, courtesy of the British Library

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