Inexcusable Evil

I couldn't believe that it can be so realistic, it's like going to the hospital and there are bandages with blood everywhere. For what it is, it is unbelievable, but it is not wearable for sure. It's crazy how they managed to do something that you can smell but experience at the same time.

The word from the review chronicles struck such terror into me that I recoiled from the little bottle for several days. Yet finally I plucked up courage: Feel the fear and dare the spray! Truly, this elixir is a brew of a very peculiar sort. Already at the first spritz I gagged, as if the alchemist himself had distilled the maw of hell. However, since I have already had the privilege of experiencing multiple rendezvous with Charon the ferryman at the Styx, I am quite capable of fathoming the dark narrative of this olfactory artwork. My nose feels disgust, yet my spirit pays homage to the alchemical audacity. Thus, I shall surrender myself to the hellish brew once more—not for the sake of pleasure, but in reverent curiosity of its ruinous essence. Deeply shall I draw its breath into my lungs, before retreating into the darkest corner of my chambers to await, marked by olfactory torment, the alchemical damnation in silent agony.

This creation is true art, the dominant color is ultra-hard steel blue. Everything else is the result.