At any given time, the MONSTER lair is inhabited by 12 dark denizens. Here, we describe them and their sinister signature scents.
Fragrance Profile: Northwestern Cedar
A blend of four types of cedar
In the remote forests of the Pacific Northwest, there dwells a creature more hair than flesh. Part man, part ape, he wanders the wild alone. It's a lonely existence, but it's not so bad. He has creatures to keep him company, and entertains himself by attacking the ocassional beef-jerky enthusiast. Our BIGFOOT fragrance is based on the smell of the lonesome yeti's home - not the yeti himself. It's packed with four kinds of cedarwood essential oils: basic Texas cedar, the mellower Atlas cedar, the strong woodsy scent of Western red cedar, and the slightly herbaceous Blood cedar (drawn from heartwood). The four combine into a rich woodland medley that has been described as a cross between a northwestern forest and the lumber section of a hardware store.
Fragrance Profile: Frankincense Monster
Cedar, pine, bergamot, and prominent frankincense
Dr. Frankenstein had one driving goal in his career as a scientist: to defeat death. He hobbled together the pieces of dead men like a jigsaw puzzle, and in a grim mockery of nature and the divine, he brought him to life. Seeing what he had done, the doctor fled in horror, leaving the poor monster to fend for himself. Thing is, we think he was onto something. We're not going to try raising the dead, but we like the part about stitching a buncha random stuff together. That's why we created the Creature by taking several scents that didn't seem to match, and creating a blend that nonetheless worked very well! We start with woodsy cedar and pine, add the mellow citrus of bergamot, and top it off with a generous portion of spicy frankincense (the most dominant aspect of the scent). The result is a scent that is dark and a bit tangy. We give it to the Creature for the beard he's been growing out. He says "oil good!" so we know we're onto something.
Fragrance Profile: R'lyeh Temple Smoke
Smokey and old, like old books
We don't know what it smells like on R'lyeh, the dark and ancient city that houses the imprisoned old one Cthulu. In fact, we're pretty sure that to get the merest whiff would drive a man to the depths of madness in moments. But in our darkest nightmares the old one has whispered to us of his prison, and the smell is ancient. In his honor (or perhaps in answer to his call) we created this scent from the everlasting flower immortelle (which has a slightly smoky, hay-like aroma) and a resin of fossilized amber. It has an overall effect of old books, mixed with the scent of a distant wildfire.
Fragrance Profile: Nautical Nightmare
Orange, clove, vanilla and spices
On the Ghostly Pirate's ship, no living thing may set foot. The Pirate commands a skeleton crew, whose bony fingers take far too long tending to the rigging. But no one is really in a hurry - where do they need to go anyway? They're all dead. The captain, the crew, the wenches snuck aboard; even their cargo are ghosts. But the prizes they haul - spices from Madagascar, citrus fruits from Barbados, and sweet Carribean rum - do still carry a whisper of their former fragrances. The legends say that when the moon is full, the Ghostly Pirate parties with these treasures, and the smell is a mixture of clove, sweet blood orange, and the rum-like scent of vanilla and spices.
Fragrance Profile: Oakmoss Onslaught
Earthy, grassy, fresh
Oddly enough, they say the cemetery is the safest place to be. It's a peaceful place, and that's why the Gravedigger likes it so much. Well, that, and it's the best place to add to his collection of skulls. He's an odd fellow - a bit of a greenish hue to his skin, eyes a bit sunken, but with an impecable beard. And his favorite times are the times when it rains. It softens up the ground and makes his work a little easier. And he loves the smell of the rain on the freshly dug graves; earthy (like the oakmoss in our blend), grassy (like the vetiver we include as well), and fresh (like the grapefruit that rounds out our blend).
Fragrance Profile: Unscented
The Invisible Man once hated the fact that he could not be seen. To be invisible, he thought, is to barely exist at all! But since joining our motley crew of misfit monsters, he's come to embrace his curse. We made this oil for his beard (we have to take his word that he has one), so that he might more easily pass without a trace. A fragrance would give him away, so he needs something unscented to keep himself undetected. But you don't have to take our word for it. Ask him yourself! He's right beside you.
Fragrance Profile: Screamsickle
Orange & vanilla
If you've ever seen an ice cream truck on Halloween, then you already know who I'm about to talk about. You probably remember thinking to yourself how out of place it is to see anyone selling frozen treats so late in the season. And on a night when candy is free! But when you see the driver of the truck, it all makes sense. A skeletal face slathered in grease paint, with fiery orange hair on his head and a beard to match. He gives his confections away; he's not in this for the money. He only wants to share his screamsickles with the world, that everyone might enjoy the orange cream he loves so much. No one knows where this passion comes from; he does not speak. But if you've ever met him, you already know that you'll be forever haunted by his hollow eyes, and the sweet scent of blood orange and vanilla that never quite left your nose.
Fragrance Profile: Melaleuca Madness
Tea tree & peppermint
You wouldn't think the Reaper would have such an invigorating scent as tea tree and peppermint, but he sure does. We asked him why - something we kinda regret, because his voice sounds like a million spiders devouring our souls - and he explained, "death is not sleep; it is waking up." The scent he carries is therefore one of our most refreshing, whether you're living or otherwise.
Fragrance Profile: Spiced Tobacco Terror
Spiced tobacco & vanilla - like fine, exotic cigars
We'll admit it was a little odd when a white-bearded senior wandered into our lair to join the crew. He called himself the Professor, and carried the tools of his trade on him: a bandolier of wooden stakes, a sprinkler of holy water, and an ornate silver ring on every finger. It seemed hard to believe that he could put those tools to good use. It was even harder to believe that he was, as he said, over 200 years old. But we've come to trust his word, as he's kept the lair vampire-free in all the years he's been here. We even let him smoke his cigars - these odd old things stuffed with lightly spiced tobacco, and carrying just a hint of vanilla - inside the castle. The Count once tried to tell him to put them out. The Count is no longer with us.
Fragrance Profile: Valhallan Vetiver
Cedar, vetiver, bergamot, and grapefruit
We never thought we'd find out what a viking warship smells like. But one night, in a particularly nasty thunderstorm, an ancient longship with a crew of one sailed into the cove near the MONSTER lair. The armored skeleton raised a battleaxe, pointed it in our direction, and beckoned us to join him on board. The boat smelled of cedarwood and grassy vetiver, with a lightly citrus scent of bergamot and grapefruit. We had to put away quite a few steins of meed, but by dawn the Viking was satisfied with our mettle, and opted to join the crew.
Fragrance Profile: Tropical Pandemonium
Lime and coconut, with a bit of orange and vanilla
The Witch Doctor used to reside on a remote island in the Pacific, shrinking heads and brewing potions for the locals. He was revered as a medicine man, until he was accused of practicing black magic and banished. Was it fair? We don't think so. If you make an omelette, you've gotta break a few eggs, and if you want to craft an elixir of immortality, you've got to boil a few heads. Isn't that how the old saying goes? Well, after he was exiled, he found his way to our lair and offered us a taste of his elixir - a potion crafted from various secret ingredients, but made more savory with limes, blood oranges, vanilla and coconut. Did the potion work? It's been a century or so, and we're still not sure.
Fragrance Profile: Midnight Pine Forest
Pine, with just a touch of bergamot and cedar
Tim's a good guy. Keeps to himself, but not in a purely antisocial way. Does charity work on the weekends. And yea, when the moon is full he does tend to disappear for a night or two, leaving only a pile of tattered clothes behind him. And yea, the local deer population does tend to dwindle just a bit during that brief period. But when he eventually returns to the lair, he's got the nicest pine scent on him. And a little blood. And some fur. And in the end, isn't that what really matters?
Fragrance Profile: Honeysuckle Buckshot
Pine, tobacco, & sweet tea
Everyone laughed at Johnny when he swore the end was coming. When he started stockpiling essentials - food, water, whiskey, smokes, etc. - they said he was wasting his time. But when that viral video of the dude biting the other dude, and then that dude biting a third dude, started going around? And then the power stopped working, and the army rolled in? People started to think Johnny might have been on to something. Johnny's town got fire-bombed by the Air Force, and the infestation was contained. But he got out, and now he lives with us in the MONSTER lair. He's got a shack out back, where he keeps his guns and his...trophies. The whole place smells like pine trees, tobacco, and Johnny's famous sweet tea (just like back home in Georgia, he says).