The embodiment of Classic masculinity. A warrior's scent: the green hills and grasses of the battlefields, the resinous incense from the prayers to his Gods, and a touch of the musky leather of his armor. Ambergris and frankincense with sage, and basil.

Tea leaf with three mosses, green grass, a medley of herbal notes, and a drop of ginger and fig.

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked, I cried to dream again. The scent of the salty seas, bittersweet wine, palm and tropical ferns.

The essence of faith, love and devotion: lilac, lemon, green tea, wisteria, osmanthus, white cedar, and Chinese musk.

Innocent, soft and pure: sweet pea, carnation and water lily.

White geranium, calla lily, cedarwood and black orchid. A gentle floral bouquet masks a sinister and black-hearted core.

I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

Rose amber, calla lily, night-blooming jasmine, water lily, and white rose.

How low am I, thou painted maypole? speak; How low am I? I am not yet so low But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.

Pink pepper, golden amber, honeysuckle, and passion flower.

Malevolent, dark and shadowy: sinuous black musk, wet leather and vetiver.

Huckleberry and red currant with the incisive bite of neroli.

Sweet pea with stargazer lily, calla lily, heliotrope, honeysuckle, white musk and a touch of fresh pear.

A strong, willful blend with a soft, utterly lovely soul: white musk with a trickle of bright, sharp apricot and orange blossom.

The essence of ambition, covetousness and manipulation: sweet Bordeaux wine, blood red currant, thyme and wild berries.

A regal scent, but poignant. White cedarwood, blue sage and bay leaf.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Lilac musk, tonka, wood violet, and urbane lime rind, with a Venus-kissed tangle of myrtle, blackberry leaf, and benzoin.

Orchid, white musk, and bergamot wafting over juniper berries, with a gentle touch of soft, earthy patchouli.

Wistful and vulnerable: lotus, water blossom ivy, stargazer lily and white rose.

Arabian musk with two roses and a bevy of Middle Eastern and Indian spices.

Oakmoss, sweet sage, juniper berry, civet and a drop of grape.

Imperial violet softened by wisteria and chrysanthemum, but edged with the regal iciness of delphinium.

A deceptively sweet orchid vanille with a faint trace of stephanotis.

Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night That the graves all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic: not a mouse Shall disturb this hallow'd house: I am sent with broom before, To sweep the dust behind the door.

Dark musk, moss-covered wood, ragwort, heather, and sage.

Dew-covered berries and fresh green grasses with a faint breath of spring flowers.

Amber, heliotrope, golden sandalwood, peach blossom and vanilla bean.

Warm cinnamon, husky clove and white pepper.

A nocturnal bounty of fae dew-kissed petals and pale fruits: white grape, white peach, iced pear, musk rose, sweet pea, moonflower and snapdragon.

Dark musk and black amber with frankincense, red sandalwood, neroli and bergamot.

Gentle tea rose, lilac, Calla Lily, and Somalian Rose layered over golden Peruvian amber, Spanish moss, red sandalwood, rosewood, and myrrh, with the lightest touch of Mandarin.