The Adventure Scents line contains funky fragrances based on common adventure locations. We've got your fandom covered with themes from fantasy, science fiction, historical, modern action, and horror.
Crack the books and dive deeper into your research amid the old papers, unopened trunks, and odd relics.
The potion has been prepared from ancient herbs and essences. A little more time in the cauldron and it will be ready to turn lead to gold.
It's hard for a frood to stay hoopy when stranded on a ball of bitter, dusty rock. So grab your towel and your electronic thumb, and hitch a ride out of here.
You claw your way out of the dust and rubble to take a breath of fresh air. But all that greets you is smoke and ashes.
It’s a shoot-out at the (not-so)-O.K. Corral. Find some cover because the bullets are flying fast and furious.
Living in a megatropolis has its advantages, but the smog of asphalt and auto fumes is not one of them.
Even a secret agent needs some fuel between assignments. Grab a large cappucino and a tasty pastry to go!
A door to an underground lair is a lure to any adventurer's heart. Treasures and travails await you in the dark and musty labyrinth below.
Desert perfumes make you dizzy, and your lips are as dry as the sand that surrounds you. But the fragrance of cactus flowers gives you hope.
Your only possible escape from the dragon's magical fire is to plunge into the cold underground spring. Good luck with that.
With luck, cedar chips and mothballs aren't the only treasures you'll find in this treasure trove of unopened boxes.
Take a walk through a forest that glistens with gold - from the leaves crunching under your feet to the magic crackling in the air.
A ship’s engine, running well, smells shiny. Titanium. Lubricant. Exhaust. Watch out, though. If that scent changes, you might fall right out of the sky.
Behind the cheerful façade of kettle corn, cotton candy and funnel cakes, lies a dark and twisted secret.
In a secret grove of oak trees, you find a circle of mushrooms, teaming with sprites. Will you accept an invitation to join them?
From the deep rich soil comes a cornucopia of crops. If you’re hungry, you can help yourself, but only take what you need.
You’d best hold your breath while the swamp gas bubbles up from the frothy muck. Don’t lose your bearings or your boots.
Blood. Sweat. Leather. Steel. The battle blurs before you, as you take another blow. Stagger to your feet and strike again, warrior.
Take a walk along the shore and enjoy the mist where the water meets the sand. Just try to ignore the whiff of rotting fish from that junky old fishing boat.
Up, up, and away! But be careful, the air is thinner up here and it might make you a bit light-headed. But its fresh and clean and bracing.
Another shovel of dirt is another chance to find that giant nugget you've dreamed of. And if digging doesn't do the trick, there's always TNT!
The incense from the fortune teller's wagon mixes with the scents of cinnamon and exotic spices. You are certain to part with some gold today.
You could swear that you’re alone in the room, but whenever you turn your head, you can smell her perfume. Violets. She always wore violets.
Relax. You're in good hands. Everything is clean and safe. There are ointments here to heal your wounds, and medicines to ease your pain.
Go ahead and lead your horse into a vacant stall. He'll enjoy taking a break from that sweaty saddle and munching on fresh hay. Mind where you step, though.
The scents of glacial ice and cold steel bite into you as you struggle to climb to the frost mage's lair.
Have a seat and grab a slice of pizza. You're like family, you know? But you better not be wearing a wire…
An ancient tea house. A teapot with a perfect imperfection. A cherry blossom let fall randomly upon the tray. The chanoyu, simple harmony.
It's just another store filled with ethnic imports and overpriced antiques, right? But if you step into the back room, you can make a bargain for some dark magic.
No sacrifices today, but the ceremony will include the ritual burning of incense and the drinking of spiced cacao.
Break the seal of the crypt and brace yourself for the scents of dust, mildew, mold, dirt, crumbled stone, and a disturbing hint of decay.
The scent of snow is in the air, and a cool mist wafts between the pines. Winter is coming.
The scent of cedar sawdust, moldy bandages, and ancient resins might not mean there's a mummy right behind you. The curse could be just a legend.
This ship is perfect for any enterprise! It's a hint of 1966 and a heap of 2266. Brand new vinyl seats, plastic consoles, and industrial carpet. Beam on up and take a test drive.
Guests are expected, so the bakhoor is burning to welcome them. The scent of oud mixes with the jasmine perfumes of the veiled women.
As the cannons fire, the smell of oak timbers soaked in sea spray is joined by the alarming scent of gunsmoke.
Take a running jump before you leap over the bubbling pit of acid. One misstep and you'll be nothing but bones and a broadsword.
Children climb trees, play on the swings, and chase each other across the freshly cut grass. Care to join them?
You thought that a brief foray down here to practice your swordplay on some mutant rats would be easy. But you didn't consider the stench.
After a soak in juniper scented water, you lay on a stone table while an attendant massages you with olive oil and scrapes it from your skin.
After a long day's work, you can almost taste that mug of beer, even before the bartender slides it down the old wooden bar and into your waiting hands.
A pig has been roasted in your honor! Fill your bread trencher high with meat and pies and join the King at the high table.
If you had to be stranded on a desert island, at least you were left with a beach towel and a good book to keep you company.
The Smell-O-Scope is picking up the scents of an electronium hat, some albino shouting gorillas, a bacterial spew chamber, and some assorted bits of wire.
The simple luxuries... a cigar, a glass of bourbon, and good company. This is the good life.
Warm your hands around the fire, and breathe in the scents of wood-smoke, mesquite, and a bit of meat roasting on a spit.
The spice. It's what empires are made from. Heady. Tempting. Priceless. Radiant blue in the silver light.
All aboard! Take a moment to admire the shiny brass and steel as the stokers shovel more coal into the furnace.
"We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad." "How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.”
When trying to remember what the inside of the blue police box was like, all you can think of is petrichor - the smell of dust after rain.
Gold? Silver? Platinum? Jewels? Who knows what might be inside. You'll have to crack the lock to find our what's inside.
He swings through the forest with the greatest of ease, that daring young monkey on the flying trapeze.
You breathe in the scent of blood, fresh dirt, and red wine, and tell yourself that you don't believe in vampires.
A distant volcano rumbles. Your footsteps fall heavy on the wet earth as you hack through the thick undergrowth with a machete.
Measure the ingredients, mix the batter, bake, and enjoy. After many miles of travel, you’re finally safe and warm and content.
The scents of meat, potatoes, herbs and spices waft towards you from the stew-pot, whetting your appetite. Dinner will be served in short order.
I'm not afraid of werewolves or vampires or haunted hotels, I'm afraid of what real human beings to do other real human beings. And also of werewolves.
The cozy room fills with the rich scent of pipe tobacco and a smudge of magical herbs that leaves you feeling warm and protected.