#king of oudh

[blondebrainpowered]

Attributed to Piguet et Meylan. A rare and magnificent 18k gold and enamel musical snuff box with automaton and center-seconds watch, made for the Indian market, by repute presented by his majesty King George IV of Great Britain to the King of Oudh.

Swiss, Geneva, ca. 1820

[royalty-nobility]

Portrait of Ghazi-ud-Din Haider, 1st King of Oudh (c. 1769-1827)

Artist: Robert Home (British, 1752–1834)

Date: n.d.

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Private collection

Ghazi-ud-Din Haidar Shah

Ghazi-ud-Din Haidar Shah (c. 1769 – 19 October 1827) was the last nawab wazir of Oudh from 11 July 1814 to 19 October 1818, and first King of Oudh (Oudh State) from 19 October 1818 to 19 October 1827.[

He was the third son of Nawab Saadat Ali Khan and Mushir Zadi was his mother. He became Nawab Wazir of Oudh on 11 July 1814 after the death of his father.

In 1816, as a consequence of the Nepal War (in which Ghazi-ud-Din loaned the British 1 Crore Rupees), the East India Company made some territorial readjustments in order to liquidate the loan. They ceded to him the districts of Nawabgunge & Khyreegunge (both taken from Oudh in 1801), along with the Terae lands taken from Nepal, and took Handea (or Kewae).

In 1818, under the influence of the Marquess of Hastings, the British Governor of the Presidency of Fort William (Bengal), he declared himself as the independent Padshah-i-Awadh (King of Oudh). Lord Hastings believed that if Ghazi-ud-din, were made king, he would be a useful counterpoise to the Emperor of Delhi. He accordingly induced him to coin money in his own name, and to assume the title of Shah (King). The title never took much root out of Lucknow, and though Ghazi-ud-din and his four successors were all titular kings, their rule is far more commonly spoken of by the country folk as the "Nawabi" than as "Shahi".

He died in the Farhat Bakhsh palace in Lucknow in 1827. He was succeeded by his son Nasir-ud-Din Haider after his death.

[astra-ravana]

Working With Mammon

The God of Excess

Other names: Mamyun

Enn: "Tasa Mammon On Ca Lirach"

Rank: Dark Lord, King

Colors: Gold, black, orange, red, yellow

Herbs: Patchouli, devil's claw, hemlock, calamus, blood root, myyrh, frankincense, ginger, bergamot, oudh, vanilla, cinnamon, tobacco, oleander, nettle, allspice, nutmeg, basil, mint, bay, saffron, goldenrod, turmeric, black walnut, licorice, mistletoe, black copal

Crystals: Citrine, pyrite, black jade, rutilated quartz, opal, amber, gold sheen obsidian, golden aura hematite, kyanite, tourmaline, nuummite, red jasper, tiger's eye, ruby, lodolite, orange garnet, dolomite

Element: Earth

Planet: Jupiter

Zodiac: Virgo

Metal: Gold, rose gold

Tarot: King of Pentacles, 9 of Pentacles

Direction: North

Day: Thursday

Animals: Wolves, tigers, crows, hawks

Domains: Wealth, abundance, prosperity, excess, success, financial alchemy, luxury, business, profit, reward, growth, control, domination, transformation, manifestation, aesthetics, road opening, path clearing, opportunity, skill, finesse, self-respect, confidence, satisfaction, happiness, protection from loss/misfortune

Offerings: Good coffee/tea, rich foods, coins, gold/golden items, jewelry, valuables, keys, gemstones, representations of wealth/abundance, figures of his animals, keepsakes, live plants, bank/crossroads dirt

Sigils:

[infantisimo]

gauhar jaan, born in the north-western provinces and oudh and later moved to bengal presidency, was armenian. her name was angelina yeoward; she and her mum converted to islam and her mum was a tawaif in the court-in-exile of wajid ali shah in metiaburj, calcutta. she became a sensation, a herald of a new technology of the time and one of the first recording artists in the empire. this place is one where people have been coming to and residing in for centuries. examples are plenty, stretching back to the times of king solomon. the nasrani of this land have done the qurbana kramam (holy liturgy) on mawlada de maran (birth of jesus) centuries before a single englishman knew what christianity was. i am not saying this land is exceptional. just offering that the cultural fount of the subcontinent runs deep and is very difficult to fathom. to impose a common purely brahmanical identity on extremely diverse peoples is pure tyranny. india itself is the greatest fascist idea ever. now on its way to becoming a monocultural empire of morons.

[odoroussavourssweet]

Amouage Jubilation XXV Revisited

Nose: Bertrand Duchaufour

notes: blackberry, olibanum, orange, labdanum, coriander, tarragon; honey, guaiac, cinnamon, bay leaf, clove, rose, orchid, celery seed; opoponax, oudh, myrrh, patchouli, cedar, ambergris, immortelle, oakmoss

I got some Amouage samples from a friend, some new to me and some familiar, but these must be a different formulation than the ones I remember trying before.

They’re more like oil-based perfumes — slow to develop, very close to the skin, and more “muted” and “blended” than the highly legible perfumes I remember. Instead of a sequence of distinct notes, I’m getting more of a unified “personal aura”. The overall effect is subtler and more understated than I remember from last time. Maybe it’s a reformulation?

I remember Jubilation XXV as a regal, dramatic kaleidoscope of scents, with rich fruit contrasting against Duchaufour’s signature dry, almost harsh frankincense and smoky woods.

This time around, it’s a mellow, golden, jammy amber aura (not specifically blackberry-ish but definitely with a sweet dried or preserved fruit aspect). It’s cozy and welcoming, almost to a fault, but never syrupy.

And then, slowly, in the background, I get a gradually rising crescendo of dark smoky fragrant woods, both oudh and guaiac. The smoke is pitch-black and dry, but this time around its starkness is softened and mellowed by the amber.

I don’t get the spices, myrrh, or frankincense I remember being prominent last time around; this time, it’s all about a soft hum of amber, dried fruit, and dark smoky woods.

Jubilation XXV is a “kingly” scent in my mind: along with Ambre Sultan, L’Air du Desert Marocain, and other grand oriental masculines that fuse the spirit and amber-spice-woods palette of Arabian perfume with the classical technique of French perfumery. Among that company, Jubilation XXV is among the friendliest; a warm and generous monarch. (The King of Pentacles, perhaps.)

On a more concrete level, Jubilation XXV is a perfectly balanced amber-oud perfume, almost an exact 50-50 split between warm gold and charcoal black. It doesn’t have the polarizing (barnyard-y or band-aid-y) off-notes real oud can sometimes have, but nor is it a perfunctory synthetic nod to smokiness. This is a smooth, rich, full-bodied, and (to me) genuine-smelling classic oud; you’ll get tons of nuanced smoky-woody flavor.

[cymorilcinnamonroll]

The Tobias Problem: Asmodeus x Sarah bat Raguel One Shot

"Sarai," my demon says, a look in his eyes like simmering stars. Ashmedai's gaze is burning. "More whiskey?"

I smile, my brown hair, blue eyes, and freckled skin skipping like fall leaves in the Kentucky light. It's derby season, and we've come for the horse races. "Whatever you say, Ash."

He smiles. It's just us alone, alone in his impossible bar. My demon is always near me, stalking the planes of time to follow me into each life. Sarai, daughter of Raguel, but that was so long ago. Now, I am Sarai, daughter of Benjamin Telsheim, a New York stockbroker.

Having your own personal demon has its advantages, regardless of the Telsheim riches. I know the best clubs and have an endless credit card Ashmedai pays for. The chicest vacations: St Tropez, Isla Mujeres, Monaco, Bali, St. Barts. We took pics in Bali's infinity mirror temple last month, just Ashmedai and I kissing as the pink tropical sun set over the thick fanning palm leaves, and the gray stone bespoke an old faith like the Jewish blood that runs in my veins.

My mothers always die in childbirth. My fathers are always distant, passing me off to nannies. And I, Sarai bat Raguel? Sarai bat Benjamin? Sarai bat Iosif? Sarai bat... never mind.

I am always starved of love. All my love, comes from him – the tall, handsome, sandstone skinned Sephardic demon serving me whiskey on the rocks. I'd bet on a winning horse today with daddy's dollars, refusing to bet against the King of Gehenna with his own money. A filly named Mistral. She'd overtaken all the other colts, bearing her jockey alight on her back like streaming sun over a Finger Lakes creek. On weekends away from Columbia, Ashmedai drives our little Mazda Miata from my freshman dorm to upstate, and we fish, barbecue, camp.

Daddy is blameless. Daddy never knows. I am Sarai, bat Regret. Sarai, bat Melancholy. Sarai, the daughter of Silence.

"Sarai?" Ashmedai asks me later that night, thrusting deep into me as his sweaty, oudh smelling kisses dissolve in hazel smoke as he and I begin to climax. He struggles to hang on to his human form.

He traces hosannas on my breasts, kneads my back with his sheathed claws, brown fingers tracing eternity onto my olive skin.

"What is it, Ash?" I say lovingly.

He kisses me, hard, thirsting after immortality. Another rock of his hips, and he is buried balls-deep. Orgasms assail my body, and stars rocket to the forefront of my vision. I clutch onto his wings as he fans them out to cool me, biting my bottom lip as he pumps, thrusts, kneads my hips with star-touched hands.

"What are we?" he pleads, sweat that smells of cinnamon and dragon’s blood dripping from his chest.

"Friends, Ash – oh, right there! I'm cumming! Oh Ash, you're amazing."

He moans hosannas in my ears, turning to swirling clouds of incense smoke that is not too thick to choke on, but thick enough that it is as if I am in the Second Temple with the Kohen Gadol, his breastplate of bezels shining in Ashmedai's disembodied adamant eyes. Ashmedai’s smoke lifts my form up into the air as I make love to my demon, tendrils restraining me, tickling me, begging me.

With a great rush, the shadow side of God penetrates my womb. Aeshma's spear of wrath fits between my slit like I am the hilt, and he is the lance. The full glory of the patron of war explodes in fireworks under my stomach, and delicious throes of ecstasy send me writhing in his immortal darkness.

Then, in a fructation of flesh, we fall apart. Back into the sheets, he tucks me in, nursing me back to health. It is always too much, such pure, overwhelming need and satisfaction.

It is never enough. I lean into his arms, trembling.

"I want to be man and wife," Ashmedai says timidly, nuzzling sweat off my perfect brown nipple.

"That is for Tobias, Ash," I giggle.

"What did I tell you?" Ashmedai drawls, pressing me to his perfect dusky abs and pecs, his ringlets of red-black hair spiraling down onto my breasts, his leathery warm bat wings cradled under me. "Raphael stole Tobias' soul away to marvel at G-d's throne. They're a whoring lot, the angels, trading their favorite humans like playing cards."

"Is that why you keep me all to myself?" I sigh, taking a drag from the Chesterton he has summoned. A bit of his fire enters my lungs as I inhale the rich tobacco.

"I cherish you, Sarai bat Raguel. You are not disposable, you know, whatever Tobias or that damnable Raphael says." He wraps his arms tightly around me, possessive. "You are nineteen. What is stopping us from eloping, cream of Manhattan's Upper East Side? My Jewish princess clad in gold and myrrh?"

I giggle, kissing gently his throat. "You will never marry me, Ashmedai. Not after my suitors you killed. We will always just be friends."

He scowls, holding me with passion. He wedges his muscled olive leg between my thigh, rubbing against my seed-stained sex. His seed is black, tastes like anise. "We have always been more than friends. And those men meant to hurt you. To rape you. They were different than Tobias."

I stub the spent cigarette out on the ash tray, then roll on top of Ashmedai, playing with his curls. "Oh Aeshma, oh Ash, oh Ashmedai. You could have killed beautiful, peerless Tobias just the same."

There are tears in Ashmedai's eyes. He does not like being denied. His freedom by Solomon. His heart's desires by me. His rulership by his mother Agrath, who is always scheming with the soul of his father, King David.

I kiss Ashmedai’s black oil spill sheen tears away. Licorice. Chocolate. Meadows.

"I'm a changed man, Sarai," he finally whispers. "Can't you see that? Everything I do, Sarai, is for you."

I rest my head atop my demon’s chest, listening to his vicious heart. "You must live for yourself, Sakhr."

He winces at the teasing name. The cruel name. Bound to stone. Enfettered under hot desert sun.

"You are a cruel mistress, Sarai."

"You do not belong to me, Ashmedai, no more than you belonged to your father David or to your traitorous brother Solomon. But I pray that you never leave my side, no matter what life I may walk through. You are my anam chara. My heart's dearest companion."

Ashmedai rolls the word – anam chara – heart's companion – off the tongue, then braids my dark brown hair.

"Say Sarai, will you walk with me always in the garden?"

I kiss him on the cheek, smelling his musk and cologne. Oudh radiates from his hair, alongside rose oil. "Always, Ashmedai. Always."

A glimmer in his gray-green eyes. "That is enough for me, then."

We walk through his Underworld rose garden, later that night. He reads me a book of Rilke. I read him some poems I have written at Columbia. Ashmedai offers gentle, constructive critique.

The next day, in his Mazda Miata, we kiss in the rain. It is always raining, in my Ashmedai's heart. But rain makes his roses bloom.

"You are my flower, Sarai."

I think of Tobias as I kiss him. How Tobias could never measure up. How I regretted losing Ashmedai, the rest of my life as Raguel's daughter. How my soul followed Ashmedai to hell. How I made a pact with my demon love’s mother, Agrat bat Mahalath, to always be by Ashmedai's side.

How when Raphael and Tobias came for me, an old widow, to take me to Heaven, I beat them away with my broom. The archangel and my mortal husband were always more lovers to one another than Tobias could ever be to me. That man, he gave too much of his heart to G-d.

Adonai lets things in for a reason. Once, millenia ago, G-d placed a sweet little lizard named Ashmedai on my wall. Ash saved me from a rapist on my wedding night. A pickpocket. A warlord. A thief. A tyrant. None of those suitors were worthy.

Plain Tobias, jealous Tobias, when I cried out Ash's name under him, sours on my tongue. Our marriage, bitter. Our children, loved by me but not by their father, no matter how much Tobias claimed otherwise.

But then, Ashmedai pulls on my bottom lip with his fangs, careful not to puncture, and I am pulled back into his orbit.

"You are my stem, Ashmedai. I will walk with you always."

Thus spake Sarai, daughter of Raguel. Daughter of Men. Forgotten of G-d.

Remembered by her demon.

Treasured by her demon.

Always.

[perfumeshopsbd]

Embark on an exclusive journey of mystery and sophistication with our Ajmal Eau D'Oud, a fragrance that captivates with its enigmatic charm, reserved only for those who appreciate true luxury. At its core, fresh citrus notes of Bergamot and Lemon intertwine with invigorating Mint, creat- ing a refreshing and revitalizing sensation. This vibrant opening sets the stage for an olfactory adventure unlike any other. As the fragrance evolves, a unique balance of floral and spicy notes emerges, evoking a sense of intrigue and allure. The elegant aroma of Neroli and Rose merges with the warm, spicy accents of Petitgrain, Ginger, and Nutmeg, offering a lively take on the traditional oudh fragrance. Finally, the base notes of Amber, Musk, Tonka Beans, and Oudh anchor the fragrance with their rich and alluring aroma. A blend of ambery sweetness, musky warmth, and the unmistakable essence of oudh creates a captivating trail that lingers on the skin, leaving a satisfyingly unforgettable impression. You will love the indulgent fragrance Eau D'Oud from Ajmal brand in Spray. A marvelous substance and sweet fragrance that will tempt you to the oriental scents. Floral, Musky and Woody, the memorable Ajmal brand found how to ingeniously compose a magnificent perfume composed of Bergamot, Lemon, Mint, Neroli, Rose, Petitgrain, Ginger, Nutmeg, Amber, Musk, Tonka Bean and Oud. Does Eau D'Oud - Ajmal tempt you? So, ask for without further delay this luxury perfume from Ajmal. Ajmal EAU D'OUD Lasting hours: upto 10 Hours

[madina-perfumes]

In a world full of scents, there's one that stands out, and it's called Dehnal Oudh. This magical liquid is not just a fragrance; it's like a journey to a special place, a place filled with elegance and timelessness.

Imagine a warm, woody scent that makes you feel cozy and classy. That's what Dehnal Oudh is all about. It comes from oudh, a special kind of wood that's been cherished for centuries. People say it's like capturing the spirit of a thousand-year-old tree in a small bottle.

When you put on Dehnal Oudh, it's like wearing a piece of history. The scent has been loved by kings and queens, and now, it's here for you. It's like a little bit of royalty that makes your day a bit more special.

[kamlesm]

Fish Boat at Chattar Mazil, Lucknow

these photos i found in wiki https://www.stolenhistory.org/threads/pre-1857-kings-boat-in-the-shape-of-a-fish-what-kind-of-ship-is-this.147/ this above photo i found in this site  http://aestheteslament.blogspot.com/2011/09/home-away-from-home.html?m=1 description is as follows:-  An extraordinary crocodile barge designed for the King of Oudh by Robert Home. The image, which is contained in an…

[panicinthestudio]

Ghazi-ud-Din Haidar, no later than April 17, 1824

Bertel Thorvaldsen (1770-1844), Danish-Icelandic

Rome, Italy

Plaster original, Neoclassicism

Height 82 cm

Collection of the Thorvaldsen Museum

Ghazi-ud-Din Haidar, no earlier than July 1824

Bertel Thorvaldsen (1770-1844), Danish-Icelandic

Rome, Italy

Marble, Neoclassicism

Height 81.9 cm

Ghazi-ud-Din Haidar ruled in the no longer existing province of Oudh, which was situated in the north-western part of India north of the Ganges. On account of his good relations with the British colonial power, he even enjoyed the title of king during the period 1818-27. He was succeeded by his son, but in 1856 the country was annexed by the British. The museum acquired the bust at an auction in London in 1949. Collection of the Thorvaldsen Museum

Bertel Thorvaldsen (1770-1844) Ghazi-ud-Din Haidar Tener una cita: A más tardar el 17 de abril de 1824 Numero de inventario: A280 Numero de catalogo: A280 Versión / Edición: Modelo original Meta: Altura: 82 cm Cultura / Periodo: Europeo > Modernidad (1800 - 1914) Dirección de Arte / Estilo: neoclasicismo Lugar de creación: Roma Dueño: Museo de Thorvaldsen Método de adquisición: Donación testamentaria de Bertel Thorvaldsen Año de adquisición: 24 de marzo de 1844

Información e imagen de la web de la Arte y colecciones de Bertel

[mermaidenmystic]

"Photo of Seal at gate of Mausoleum of the Kings of Oudh at Sibtainabad Imambara, Matiaburj - Calcutta, India (It is over a 160 year old building, King Wajid Ali Shah the King of Oudh, decided to settle in Calcutta in 1856, after his deposition, he created in Matiaburj)"

"Awadh coat of arms at Sibtainabad Imambara, Kolkata" (Source: Wikimedia Commons) ~ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:अवध_मोहर

[pradeepnagori]

14th Jan 1761, Third Battle of Panipat. The day that could change the course of Indian History.

(Video credit to my Friend Mahesh Kadam from Satara and Vijaya Dada)

Today everyone has been wishing Happy Sankranti and I rarely saw a post that remembered 14th Jan 1761, except for a few friends from Satara, since they are very closely connected to this day as a lot have lost a lot of family members, in some cases even two generations. Hence, I just thought may be its time to just make a small note and circulate so that this day could be remembered and paid tribute to the Maratha History

This day, 14th Jan 1761, is a day Indian History should never forget since this was the day 3rd  battle of Panipat was fought and I feel could also have altered the course of Indian History. This is my attempt to summarise what happened this day on the battlefield.

The Third Battle of Panipat took place on this day in 1761, at Panipat, between a northern expeditionary force of the Maratha Empire and a coalition of the King of Afghanistan, Ahmad Shah Durrani with two Indian Muslim allies—the Rohilla under the command of Najib-Ud-Daula, and Shuja-ud-Daula, the Nawab of Oudh

The battle is considered one of the largest fought in the 18th century, and has perhaps the largest number of fatalities in a single day reported in a classic formation battle between two armies.

A little background to this war: Under Peshwa Baji Rao, Gujarat and Malwa came under Maratha control. Finally, in 1737, Baji Rao defeated the Mughals on the outskirts of Delhi, and brought much of the former Mughal territories south of Delhi under Maratha control. Baji Rao’s son, Balaji Baji Rao (popularly known as Nana Saheb), further increased the territory under Maratha control by invading Punjab in 1758 and went right upto the Attak fort. Marathas ruled from Attak to Cuttack. This brought the Marathas into direct confrontation with the Durrani empire of Ahmad Shah Abdali. In 1759 he raised an army from the Pashtun tribes and made several gains against the smaller Maratha garrisons in Punjab. He then joined with his Indian allies—the Rohilla Afghans of the Gangetic Doab—forming a broad coalition against the Marathas. The Marathas then were the protectors of Mughals in return of the Chauth, a right of tax collection in return of protection. Hence under the command of Sadashiv Rao Bhau, Maratha’s responded by gathering an army of between 45,000–60,000, which was accompanied by roughly 200,000 non-combatants, a number of whom were pilgrims desirous of making pilgrimages to Hindu holy sites in northern India

With both sides poised for battle, manoeuvring followed, with skirmishes between the two armies fought around Karnal and Kunjpura. Abdus Samad Khan, the faujdar of Sirhind, had come to Kunjpura, on the banks of the Yamuna river 60 miles to the north of Delhi with a force of more than ten thousand and supplies for the Afghan force. Kunjpura was stormed by the Marathas who was running short of supplies. Aided by the musketeers under Ibrahim Gardi, the Marathas achieved a rather easy victory at Kunjpura against an army of around 15,000 Afghans posted there.[14] Some of Abdali's best generals like Najabat Khan were killed.[21][22]Abdus Samad Khan the faujdar of Sirhind was also killed during the battle.[23]Qutab shah who was responsible for beheading Dattaji Shinde at the battle of Barari ghat was executed by the Marathas after their capture of Kunjpura

After the Marathas failed to prevent Abdali's forces from crossing the Yamuna River, they set up defensive works in the ground near Panipat, thereby blocking his access back to Afghanistan, just as Abdali's forces blocked theirs to the south

During the next two months of the siege, constant skirmishes and duels took place between units from the two sides. In one of these Najib lost 3,000 of his Rohillas and was nearly killed himself. Facing a potential stalemate, Abdali decided to seek terms, which Bhau was willing to consider. However, Najib Khan delayed any chance of an agreement with an appeal on religious grounds and sowed doubt about whether the Marathas would honour any agreement

Unable to continue without supplies or wait for reinforcements from Pune any longer, Bhau decided to break the siege. Shuja had been funding Abdali and hence was not in same position as Bhau. Before dawn on 14 January 1761, the Maratha troops broke their fast with sugared water in the camp and prepared for combat.

While until almost late noon Marathas were dominating the battlefield one bullet hit Vishwas Rao, Son of Balaji Rao. The death of Vishwas turned the battle dramatically. Seeing him fall, the troops lost heart. Sadashiv Bhau himself dismounted from his elephant to come to see Vishwas and without his rallying presence, the Marathas troops panicked and began fleeing the battlefield. In the unruly chaos that followed, Abdali launched another attack with the rest of his reserves that swung in from the rear and sides of the beleaguered Marathas.

What followed was a slaughter. Weakened after the day-long fighting they were cut to pieces as the Afghan cavalry tore into them and bullets rained upon them. Their right flank under Holkar and Scindia took no part in the fighting and melted away from the battlefield, moving to Delhi and then their home bases. For the rest, it was carnage, as they battled desperately in isolated pockets.

On this day, 50-60,000 Marathas fell only in one day. Another 20-30,000 women and children were captured and taken as slaves. Not less than 100,000 Marathas (soldiers and non-combatants) perished during and after the battle.

The result of the battle was the halting of further Maratha advances in the north, and a destabilization of their territories, for roughly 10 years. This period of 10 years is marked by the rule of Peshwa Madhavrao, who is credited with the revival of Maratha domination following the defeat at Panipat. In 1771, 10 years after Panipat, he sent a large Maratha army into North India in an expedition that was meant to (a) re-establish Maratha domination in North India, and (b) Punish refractory powers that had either sided with the Afghans, such as the Rohillas, or had shaken off Maratha domination after Panipat. The success of this campaign can be seen as the last saga of the long story of Panipat.

Devoid of any major challenger, the British consolidated their position and established British rule in India that would last 200 years. That perhaps was the greatest tragedy of the battle. 

If Shuja-Ud-Daula had struck to his promise and supported Bhau Abdali had no chance in the war since the entire funding to Abdali was by Shuja. Had Marathas won this war the course of Indian History would have been different since Marathas were the only ones that had repeatedly defetated English Forces.

Additional information: Since I belong to Satara i would like to also mention that large number if warriors in the war were from Satara and there was almost no house left that did not loose someone.

If anyone is interested in knowing in a lot more details please see this YouTube video (in Marathi by Ninad Bedekar who is a great author on this subject)

Some of the WhatsApp status message of my friend from Satara Pravin Pawar

Source

Wikipedia.com

panipat.gov.in

drishtiias.com

[mynasreen]

Ormonde Jayne’s Nawab of Oudh is inspired by the Kings of central Indian. Greens, Bergamot, Orange, Cardamom and Aldehydes opens this composition on a soft note. Rose, Magnolia, Orchid, Pimento, Bay and Cinnamon create a floral heart with a little extra something. A warm base of Ambergris, Musk, Vetiver, Labdanum and Oudh lay the foundation of this unique scent.

[blackphoenixalchemylab]

January 2020 Lunacy: WOLF MOON and More!

Our first Lunacy release of the '20s is off and running, with some brand new features!

++ A LITTLE LUNACY

WOLF MOON (and accompanying TEE)

This incarnation of Wolf Moon honors the She-Wolf who nursed and sheltered Romulus and Remus in her den, the Lupercal, after they were cast out into the wild by King Amulius.

"A mother’s unconditional love, soul-deep compassion, and destiny: date plum, myrrh, black mulberry, black poplar, black fig, cypress, cassia, and Pan’s sacred pines."

++ MÉNAGE À TROIS

Three-note scents born from our perfumer’s freeform daydreaming. These perfumes are ideal for layering, or can be worn alone. Duets will be appearing and disappearing here and there with the Lunacies throughout 2020.

🥉 FRESH CUT GRASS, LEMON PEEL, AND BERGAMOT

🥉 RED PATCHOULI, CHERRY WOOD, AND TOBACCO ABSOLUTE

🥉 SOIL, OAKMOSS, AND FIR NEEDLE

🥉 VANILLA, TUBEROSE, AND JASMINE

++ TWILIGHT ALCHEMY LAB 

NEW BEGINNINGS

An oil of fresh starts, but not a new beginning that ignores the past. This is a catalyst for new beginnings that spring from learning from experiences, processing the past, and being able to move forward with a clear head and your eyes open. Passion flower has been added to make the process gentler, and lemon peel and acacia gum to make the process swifter.

Includes: lemon peel, passion flower herb, birch bark, acacia gum, frankincense, bay leaf, calendula, chicory root, grains of paradise, and lemon balm.

++ A SUNBURNT COUNTRY

These scents are a fundraiser for Country Fire Authority Victoria in the hopes that we can help ameliorate the suffering caused by Australia’s bushfire crisis. 

MY COUNTRY 

"Her far horizons, her jewel-sea: a rose-tinted sunset of amber salt spray azure musk."

THE KANGAROO

"Wild grass, mosses, lemon myrtle, cinnamon myrtle, and bush nut."

WALTZING MATILDA

"Dusty vanilla bean and Moreton Bay Fig."

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++ ONEIROS: A HYMN TO MORPHEUS

We're deeply honored to present scents sprung from the beautiful, poignant prose of Neil Gaiman.

Inspired by Neil Gaiman's words and David Mack's art, and created in conjunction with Neverwear.  [https://neverwear.myshopify.com/]

 DREAMS SHAPE THE WORLD 

Amorphous streams and sparks of lavender fancies drifting through a moonlit musk, given form on this plane by fossilized amber and sweet agarwood.

YOU GET WHAT ANYBODY GETS – YOU GET A LIFETIME

An unimaginably ancient scent, older than time. The gentle, fluttering embrace of oblivion: myrrh and blackened champaca blossom, attar of oudh, black amber, Casmir wood, and dried fig.

Words by Neil Gaiman [ https://www.neilgaiman.com/ ] , art by David Mack [ http://davidmackarts.com/]!

[purgatoryapotheca]

Mammon – Noble Demon and King Of Wealth, Abundance and Prosperity

Demonic Dark Lord Mammon 

Direction: North 

Planet: Jupiter 

Metal: Gold

Element: Earth

Color: Gold, Black, Rose Gold, Red, Yellow, Orange

Incense and Scents:  Oudh, Frankincense, Myrrh

Rank: Dark Lord, King

Species: Noble Demon

Realm: Noble Realm of the Outer Spiritual World

Attributes:  Mammon is the demon lord of wealth and abundance.  A Demon of commerce, capitalism and financial prosperity.  Mammon is the demon that understands all things concerning money.  He understands business, he understands the mindset of wealth creation and he understands how to build businesses.  He is an incredible demon Lord who can reveal the secrets of prosperity and living a life of pure abundance.  Those who wish to learn how to build an empire, Mammon is the demon who can help.  

Demonic Mantra:  Lord Mammon, the lord of commerce, of wealth, of abundance and of prosperity.  Heal my mind and guide me on the path where I may live manifesting and creating all that I desire.  We call to you, Lord of Gold, Lord of Wealth, Lord of Prosperity.  

[rastogiswapnil]

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