Lovecraftian

It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train – a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter.


You can smell like a Shoggoth, or even Cthulhu.
H. P. Lovecraft scents at Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.

Saw these in Rue Morgue magazine.