Pan #4 (limited)

⚝ IO PAN! IO PAN! IO PAN! ⚝
With ecstatic reverence Rosarium Blends conjures forth the fourth sacred incarnation
of our most beloved, most untamed creation of Pan Perfume.

On the lustful fires of Beltane, 2025, amid the veil of blooming and burning, we midwifed the 4th vessel—
infused with primal mystery and animal magic. Unique among its kin, this potion was stirred with the raccoon baculum,
that ancient wand of virility and charm—the so-called “love bone,” long revered in Hoodoo and Folkways as a talisman of fertility, of carnal power, of luck running wild in the woods.

The baculum was laid before Pan, an offering to the hooved and horned god, and now rests submerged in the Mother Vessel,
its essence steeped and drawn anew for every bottle. To wear this perfume is to drape your spirit in moss and musk, in shadowed song, and to step into the ever-living Temple of Pan. Here, the satyr whispers secrets
and stirs the sleeping parts of your soul.

Pan #4 carries a deeper, darker heat—than its previous incarnations~ its sacred blend of ingredients now altered,
fine-tuned to summon the god in his most feral, lust-ridden, untamed expression.
It is the very impetus to a wilder Pan, a hymn to the fevered dance of limbs, hooves, and heartbeats.

Offered only in limited form—
Available in Sample, ½ oz, and 1 oz vials—
each drop, a hymn to the Wild God.

A Lineage of Ecstasy and Earth: The first flame, Pan #1, was lit in 2014,
and though it has since passed into legend, its rapture gave rise to Pan #2
on Beltane of 2019, beneath a blushing Full Moon. Then came Pan #3, again at Beltane’s threshold in 2020,
and now—he returns,  summoned, as Pan #4.
IO PAN! IO PAN! IO PAN!

Each blend is bound to a sacred talisman: a Stone retrieved from the Cave of Pan on Mount Olympus itself—no mere pebble, but a relic, enchanted and tinctured with intention none but we have dared to attempt.

Ingredients of Pan #4:
Costus Root ⚝ Oakmoss ⚝ Benzoin ⚝ Smokey Vetiver
Cedarwood ⚝ Patchouli ⚝ White Pine ⚝ Sandalwood
Black Storax ⚝ & Wine red as sacred sacrament of blood

Let Pan take root upon your skin, ride beneath your lustful breath, and inhabit you in your dreams—dance beneath the moon, wild and free.

About the origins of the Stone of Pan (by Aion 131):
In September of 2013 I was able to fulfill a life-long dream and do pilgrimage to Greece. Aside from the powerful glory of still-magickal sites like Delphi and Olympia, a highlight was, of course, the Acropolis. Aside from the majesty of the familiar temples like the Parthanon, I sought the fabled Cave of Pan.  I had just published a book of Pan Magick (see below) and was pushed by the Goatish One to get there! After exploring the area, I was surprised to find that no one knew what I was speaking about. I told guides the history, that Pan had saved the Athenians from destruction with his famous shout of panic and therefore the grateful Athenians had given him a sacred cave-temple in the Acropolis thousands of years ago. Finally, I found one guard, an older and likely wiser woman, who knew of it and directed me to a side path through a gate none were using. After a short hike, away from all the tourists, inset into the side of the cliff, we found it. A small sign in Greek and English let me know it was the CAVE OF PAN. No one was present and so my wife and I enter the sacred space and did a short but intense ritual, including offerings to the Great God and a period of meditation. All my chakras lit up like fireworks- a thousand voices, aeons of revelers, echoed off the fame-burned walls and ceiling. Here we truly felt the touch of Pan, and I knew that I had traveled across the planet for this gentle caress from ages past. Later, so very blissed out, we wondered down off the hill and as we passed the Roman Aghora I heard….Pan pipes! Chasing the sounds echoing off the ancient rocky walls and ruins, we finally found the busker and gave him some $ and listened as he piped the sun down and the gentle sunset gave way to the stars of the goddess of night. Io Pan!

Want to follow the hoofprints deeper?
Read: The Book of the Horned One by Aion 131