When I was a kid in KJV-only fundie Baptist land, one of my Sunday School teachers was dead serious about a "new perfume" that was being sold to "rich New Yorkers" made from pressed aborted fetuses. I can pinpoint that exact moment to the beginning of my slow decline in faith.
What a crock of shit, the only Aborted Fetus Perfume worth a dime is made by sundrying the fetuses thoroughly crisp, grinding them into a powder and then using that for an alcohol based infusion, strain, repeat.