Black leather, the gleam of iconoclasm, and a blurry dream with one too many doors. You are a Blasphemer and your signature scent is the personal mythology that cloaks you like cigarette smoke. You know the truth: the sin may rule the world, but atonement almost always hides in the haze.
The Blasphemer is an intoxicating, mystical, smoky fragrance with notes of oud and leather.