Sanctavius
NA Perfume Description
In drop down - Default SAMPLE Ruby Red Vial $4/5ml Cobalt Blue Bottle +12 ($16)
I am Storm, though I go by Sanctavius, it is the name I was given at birth. Sanctavius, a name given when I awoke that night with a new illusion on life and a new thirst for the heaven in the veins within faith.
The stars above are dead. The light they give is like the life mortals give. They are already dead. You know this. It is the most simple of all things. Yet, it is the stars that shine light upon our night.
If we are blinded by lies, if we are illusions, if we know what we don't want to believe...then we are dead, both mortal and immortal. Our fountain is the garden of what lies.
I am the philosopher of the Immortals. I speak blossoming riddles and blooming thoughts in my garden. Fragrant truths and incensed deception. My words create the illusion of light in the garden. To kiss the sun once more in the faith of my voice is to walk in my garden.
Come, sit with me in my flowers, listen to my words and eat from my thoughts. I only ask that you give only enough to fill my cup. The more of you I have within me, the more I have to share for what runs in your veins is the stories and paths of life. What speaks to me is spoken from your within. Come...rest your wrist upon this cup and I will tell you anything and all of it will be lies.
I am Sanctavius, an Immortal of VA.
Dragon's Blood Powder, Black Mango Skin, Sweet Egyptian Sandalwood and Blood Sap of Frankincense.
I am Storm, though I go by Sanctavius, it is the name I was given at birth. Sanctavius, a name given when I awoke that night with a new illusion on life and a new thirst for the heaven in the veins within faith.
The stars above are dead. The light they give is like the life mortals give. They are already dead. You know this. It is the most simple of all things. Yet, it is the stars that shine light upon our night.
If we are blinded by lies, if we are illusions, if we know what we don't want to believe...then we are dead, both mortal and immortal. Our fountain is the garden of what lies.
I am the philosopher of the Immortals. I speak blossoming riddles and blooming thoughts in my garden. Fragrant truths and incensed deception. My words create the illusion of light in the garden. To kiss the sun once more in the faith of my voice is to walk in my garden.
Come, sit with me in my flowers, listen to my words and eat from my thoughts. I only ask that you give only enough to fill my cup. The more of you I have within me, the more I have to share for what runs in your veins is the stories and paths of life. What speaks to me is spoken from your within. Come...rest your wrist upon this cup and I will tell you anything and all of it will be lies.
I am Sanctavius, an Immortal of VA.
Dragon's Blood Powder, Black Mango Skin, Sweet Egyptian Sandalwood and Blood Sap of Frankincense.
