O Simon Magus, O forlorn disciples, Ye who the things of God, which ought to be The brides of holiness, rapaciously For silver and for gold do prostitute,

Buying a bishopric or a huge indulgence was a wicked thing to do in the Renaissance and it was all too common. Buying your way into heaven was an expensive proposition. This perfume of salvation for sale is rich with the tang of sandalwood, the kick of grapefruit and a backdrop of the fine yellow leaf scent of autumn. This is a pretty magical blend, as befits something named after Simon Magus’ special passion.