In all of the Egyptian Book of the Dead, Spell 125 was the most important incantation in a book full of them. This was the spell which the dead had to recite before the weighing of the heart against a feather. If his heart was lighter than a feather, he won eternal life and godship. If it were heavier with sins, his soul would be picked up by Anubis, not a word said, and unceremoniously tossed to the waiting demon-god Ammit (a crocodile headed horror who lurked near the scales of justice for what soul tidbits he could get). Heavy incense belching from the pleading pots surrounding the scene, a great river of black musk and the lighter but top note dank smell of a well used dim place. This perfume is the odor of supplication, fear and hope. It is a bit audacious though.