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December 28th, 2015

In the hopes that 2016 will be a more auspicious year, we look towards the Great Benefic and do honor to His moons.
O Jove much-honor'd, Jove supremely great, to thee our holy rites we consecrate,
Our pray'rs and expiations, king divine, for all things round thy head exalted shine.
One of the Inner Moons, Metis is tidally locked to Jupiter. A scent of prudence, skill, and wise counsel, she is the perfect Moon to kick off a new year with a grounded, steady, firm foundation. Clary sage, oakmoss, white pine, and terebinth.
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The Blue Carbuncle is the first of our limited edition story sets for
221B Baker Street. All of our story scents in this line are built to be layered with the general catalogue character fragrances in this line. The Blue Carbuncle will be live until 24 February 2016.
Label art by Julie Dillon!

I. The Second Morning After Christmas

I had called upon my friend Sherlock Holmes upon the second morning after Christmas, with the intention of wishing him the compliments of the season. He was lounging upon the sofa in a purple dressing-gown, a pipe-rack within his reach upon the right, and a pile of crumpled morning papers, evidently newly studied, near at hand. Beside the couch was a wooden chair, and on the angle of the back hung a very seedy and disreputable hard-felt hat, much the worse for wear, and cracked in several places. A lens and a forceps lying upon the seat of the chair suggested that the hat had been suspended in this manner for the purpose of examination.
A crackling fireplace, pipe smoke, fir needles, and a flutter of snow.

II. This Battered Old Felt

"Did he not advertise?"
"No."
"Then, what clue could you have as to his identity?"
"Only as much as we can deduce."
"From his hat?"
"Precisely."
"But you are joking. What can you gather from this old battered felt?"
"Here is my lens. You know my methods. What can you gather yourself as to the individuality of the man who has worn this article?"
I took the tattered object in my hands and turned it over rather ruefully. It was a very ordinary black hat of the usual round shape, hard and much the worse for wear. The lining had been of red silk, but was a good deal discoloured. There was no maker's name; but, as Holmes had remarked, the initials "H. B." were scrawled upon one side. It was pierced in the brim for a hat-securer, but the elastic was missing. For the rest, it was cracked, exceedingly dusty, and spotted in several places, although there seemed to have been some attempt to hide the discoloured patches by smearing them with ink.
"I can see nothing," said I, handing it back to my friend.
"On the contrary, Watson, you can see everything. You fail, however, to reason from what you see. You are too timid in drawing your inferences."
"Then, pray tell me what it is that you can infer from this hat?"
He picked it up and gazed at it in the peculiar introspective fashion which was characteristic of him. "It is perhaps less suggestive than it might have been," he remarked, "and yet there are a few inferences which are very distinct, and a few others which represent at least a strong balance of probability. That the man was highly intellectual is of course obvious upon the face of it, and also that he was fairly well-to-do within the last three years, although he has now fallen upon evil days. He had foresight, but has less now than formerly, pointing to a moral retrogression, which, when taken with the decline of his fortunes, seems to indicate some evil influence, probably drink, at work upon him. This may account also for the obvious fact that his wife has ceased to love him."
"My dear Holmes!"
"He has, however, retained some degree of self-respect," he continued, disregarding my remonstrance. "He is a man who leads a sedentary life, goes out little, is out of training entirely, is middle-aged, has grizzled hair which he has had cut within the last few days, and which he anoints with lime-cream. These are the more patent facts which are to be deduced from his hat. Also, by the way, that it is extremely improbable that he has gas laid on in his house."
"You are certainly joking, Holmes."
"Not in the least. Is it possible that even now, when I give you these results, you are unable to see how they are attained?"
"I have no doubt that I am very stupid, but I must confess that I am unable to follow you. For example, how did you deduce that this man was intellectual?"
For answer Holmes clapped the hat upon his head. It came right over the forehead and settled upon the bridge of his nose. "It is a question of cubic capacity," said he; "a man with so large a brain must have something in it."
"The decline of his fortunes, then?"
"This hat is three years old. These flat brims curled at the edge came in then. It is a hat of the very best quality. Look at the band of ribbed silk and the excellent lining. If this man could afford to buy so expensive a hat three years ago, and has had no hat since, then he has assuredly gone down in the world."
The shadow of declining fortunes: lime cream and bourbon vetiver with a dribble of candle wax.

III. The Countess of Morcar's Blue Carbuncle

"The goose, Mr. Holmes! The goose, sir!" he gasped.
"Eh? What of it, then? Has it returned to life and flapped off through the kitchen window?" Holmes twisted himself round upon the sofa to get a fairer view of the man's excited face.
"See here, sir! See what my wife found in its crop!" He held out his hand and displayed upon the centre of the palm a brilliantly scintillating blue stone, rather smaller than a bean in size, but of such purity and radiance that it twinkled like an electric point in the dark hollow of his hand.
Sherlock Holmes sat up with a whistle. "By Jove, Peterson!" said he, "this is treasure trove indeed. I suppose you know what you have got?"
"A diamond, sir? A precious stone. It cuts into glass as though it were putty."
"It's more than a precious stone. It is the precious stone."
"Not the Countess of Morcar's blue carbuncle!" I ejaculated.
Dazzling blue musk, white juniper, iris pallida, white oudh, and sugar crystals

IV. A Rifled Jewelry Case

"Hotel Cosmopolitan Jewel Robbery. John Horner, 26, plumber, was brought up upon the charge of having upon the 22nd inst., abstracted from the jewel-case of the Countess of Morcar the valuable gem known as the blue carbuncle. James Ryder, upper-attendant at the hotel, gave his evidence to the effect that he had shown Horner up to the dressing-room of the Countess of Morcar upon the day of the robbery in order that he might solder the second bar of the grate, which was loose. He had remained with Horner some little time, but had finally been called away. On returning, he found that Horner had disappeared, that the bureau had been forced open, and that the small morocco casket in which, as it afterwards transpired, the Countess was accustomed to keep her jewel, was lying empty upon the dressing-table. Ryder instantly gave the alarm, and Horner was arrested the same evening; but the stone could not be found either upon his person or in his rooms. Catherine Cusack, maid to the Countess, deposed to having heard Ryder's cry of dismay on discovering the robbery, and to having rushed into the room, where she found matters as described by the last witness. Inspector Bradstreet, B division, gave evidence as to the arrest of Horner, who struggled frantically, and protested his innocence in the strongest terms. Evidence of a previous conviction for robbery having been given against the prisoner, the magistrate refused to deal summarily with the offence, but referred it to the Assizes. Horner, who had shown signs of intense emotion during the proceedings, fainted away at the conclusion and was carried out of court."
Gilded cypress wood, padded silk, and a hint of perfume.

V. The Devil's Pet Baits

"It's a bonny thing," said he. "Just see how it glints and sparkles. Of course it is a nucleus and focus of crime. Every good stone is. They are the devil's pet baits. In the larger and older jewels every facet may stand for a bloody deed. This stone is not yet twenty years old. It was found in the banks of the Amoy River in southern China and is remarkable in having every characteristic of the carbuncle, save that it is blue in shade instead of ruby red. In spite of its youth, it has already a sinister history. There have been two murders, a vitriol-throwing, a suicide, and several robberies brought about for the sake of this forty-grain weight of crystallised charcoal. Who would think that so pretty a toy would be a purveyor to the gallows and the prison? I'll lock it up in my strong box now and drop a line to the Countess to say that we have it."
The madness of avarice: rich patchouli-infused golden amber, leather, black oudh, and almond.

VI. Alias

The man hesitated for an instant. "My name is John Robinson," he answered with a sidelong glance.
"No, no; the real name," said Holmes sweetly. "It is always awkward doing business with an alias."
A masquerade, a scent to camouflage: tonka bean and vanilla with red patchouli, Spanish king mandarin, white sandalwood, black pepper, and rose geranium.

VII. The Season of Forgiveness

"I suppose that I am commuting a felony, but it is just possible that I am saving a soul. This fellow will not go wrong again; he is too terribly frightened. Send him to gaol now, and you make him a gaol-bird for life. Besides, it is the season of forgiveness. Chance has put in our way a most singular and whimsical problem, and its solution is its own reward."
White clove, bright carnation, labdanum, sweet patchouli, Terebinth pine, warm sandalwood, and a drop of Ceylon cinnamon
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December 10th, 2015

Join us for our Lunacy events for your opportunity to meet the lab staff (Burbank, California only), purchase the latest scents, and get a sneak preview of what’s coming soon.

The blends available for purchase include those that went live on the Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab website up to and including the Yule updates. Our Lunacy events are always free.

For you New Englanders, Vermont Lunacy is back! Also, in the spirit of the holidays, we will be holding food and toy drives at the West Coast, San Francisco, and Dirty South Lunacy events for December.

Each toy donation valued at $10 (no plush, please) will receive one 5ml bottle of Irish Coffee Cake.

Each bag of groceries valued at $10, will receive one 5ml bottle of Gingered Chocolate Soufflé.

The New England Lunacy Event will be held on Sunday, December 20th at Healthy Living Market from 6:00 to 8:00pm, in the Learning Center.

Healthy Living Market
222 Dorset Street,
South Burlington, VT, 05403

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

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The West Coast Lunacy Event will be held on Sunday, December 20th from 4 to 7pm at Dark Delicacies. This year’s organizations are Spark of Love and The Valley Food Bank.

Dark Delicacies
3512 W. Magnolia Blvd
(1 block east of Hollywood Way)
Burbank, CA 91505

www.darkdel.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

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The Dirty South Lunacy Event will be held on Sunday, December 20th from 4 to 7pm at the Microtel Inn and Suites by Wyndham at Perimeter Center. This year’s organizations are Aerial’s House and The Georgia Mountain Food Bank.

6280 Peachwood Dunwoody Rd
(In the conference/meeting room)
Atlanta, GA 30328

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

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The San Francisco Bay Area Lunacy Event will be held on Tuesday, December 22nd from 6 to 8pm at Loved To Death. This year’s organizations are Taking it to the Streets and Toys For Tots.

Loved To Death
1681 Haight St.
San Francisco, CA 94117

www.lovedtodeath.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

Regarding donations: Please make sure all items are undamaged, unopened, and in the manufacturer’s original packaging.

Both scents are limited editions for this year’s donations only and are not for resale. There is no limit to how many donations you can make and each donation will receive the LE while supplies last.

Regarding the food drives, here is a list of suggested donations.

· Canned Fruit
· Canned Soup/Broth
· Canned Tuna
· Canned Vegetable
· Canned Meat/Beef
· Spaghetti Sauce
· Crackers/Cookies
· Cereals (Hot or Cold)
· Spaghetti/Pasta
· Macaroni & Cheese
· Peanut Butter
· Jams/Jelly
· Bottled Water

Please note: Food must not be past the suggested expiration date.

If you have any questions, please email us at willcall@blackphoenixalchemylab.com.

Hope to see you there!

Want to keep up to date on all the BPAL news? Follow us on Facebook,Twitter, Tumblr, join our mailing list, visit our Forums, or follow our blog The Black Phoenix Gazette.

November 13th, 2015

Join us for our Lunacy events for your opportunity to meet the lab staff (Burbank, California only), purchase the latest scents, and get a sneak preview of what’s coming soon.

The blends available for purchase include those that went live on the Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab website up to and including the Crimson Peak updates. Our Lunacy events are always free.

In the spirit of the holidays, we will be holding food and toy drives at the West Coast, San Francisco, and Dirty South Lunacy events for both November and December.

Each toy donation valued at $10 (no plush, please) will receive one 5ml bottle of Irish Coffee Cake.

Each bag of groceries valued at $10, will receive one 5ml bottle of Gingered Chocolate Soufflé.

The West Coast Lunacy Event will be held on Sunday, November 22nd from 4 to 7pm at Dark Delicacies. This year’s organizations are Spark of Love and The Valley Food Bank.

Dark Delicacies
3512 W. Magnolia Blvd
(1 block east of Hollywood Way)
Burbank, CA 91505

www.darkdel.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

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The Dirty South Lunacy Event will be held on Sunday, November 22nd from 4 to 7pm at the Microtel Inn and Suites by Wyndham at Perimeter Center. This year’s organizations are Aerial's House and The Georgia Mountain Food Bank.

6280 Peachwood Dunwoody Rd
(In the conference/meeting room)
Atlanta, GA 30328

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

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The San Francisco Bay Area Lunacy Event will be held on Monday, November 23rd from 6 to 8pm at Loved To Death. This year's organizations are Taking it to the Streets and Toys For Tots.

Loved To Death
1681 Haight St.
San Francisco, CA 94117

www.lovedtodeath.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

Regarding donations: Please make sure all items are undamaged, unopened, and in the manufacturer’s original packaging.

Both scents are limited editions for this year’s donations only and are not for resale. There is no limit to how many donations you can make and each donation will receive the LE while supplies last.

Regarding the food drives, here is a list of suggested donations.

· Canned Fruit
· Canned Soup/Broth
· Canned Tuna
· Canned Vegetable
· Canned Meat/Beef
· Spaghetti Sauce
· Crackers/Cookies
· Cereals (Hot or Cold)
· Spaghetti/Pasta
· Macaroni & Cheese
· Peanut Butter
· Jams/Jelly
· Bottled Water

Please note: Food must not be past the suggested expiration date.

If you have any questions, please email us at willcall@blackphoenixalchemylab.com.

Remaining Lunacy Event dates for 2015.

West Coast:
Sunday, December 20th

San Francisco Bay Area
Tuesday, December 22nd

Dirty South and Vermont dates TBA

Hope to see you there!

Want to keep up to date on all the BPAL news? Follow us on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, join our mailing list, visit our Forums, or follow our blog The Black Phoenix Gazette.

October 31st, 2015

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Ghosts are real, that much I know. I've seen them all my life...

In a groundbreaking departure from past film tributes, Black Phoenix Alchemy presents a series of scents, jewelry, and more inspired by Guillermo Del Toro’s sumptuous gothic romance CRIMSON PEAK.

As audiences are already discovering, CRIMSON PEAK is more than mere ghost story or cinematic spectacle: it is a director’s love letter to the dark tales which formed his childhood sense of wonder, nudging him toward becoming the visionary artist he is today. For contemporary viewers this serves as a gateway to an entire form of storytelling -- one which may seem as outdated as whalebone or laudanum, but retains its power to shock, arouse, and illuminate.

Perhaps it’s fitting that in the 21st century, the gothic romance genre has itself become a wandering ghost -- one which, not unlike the film’s heroine Edith Cushing (Mia Wasikowska), certain among us can still hear, see, and even smell. What is it so desperately trying to tell us?

Set in Victorian New England, Del Toro’s film explores the terrible power of doomed relationships, of love struggling to bloom in a world fraught with death and suffering. Stalked since childhood by the specter of her mother, Edith stubbornly chases the dream of becoming an author, fantasizing about becoming the next Mary Shelley and delicately resisting the advances of her childhood love, Dr. Alan McMichael (Charlie Hunnam).

Edith inadvertently steps into the pages of her own haunted love story when she finds herself being wooed by the dashing Sir Thomas Sharpe (Tom Hiddleston), a baronet seeking investors to help salvage what’s left of his crumbling birthright. A series of tragedies put Edith front and center in the lives of Sir Thomas and his brooding sister, the Lady Lucille Sharpe (Jessica Chastain), and confine her to Allerdale Hall -- a decaying British manor that veritably breathes, bleeds, and screams under the strain of the elements, not to mention the spirits of those who’ve perished within.

Unraveling the mystery of these strange events, Edith is forced to confront her fears of communing with the dead, gradually coming to appreciate her dead mother’s warning -- Beware of Crimson Peak -- as the line between life and death grows ever fainter in the snowfall in and around Allerdale Hall.

While the ghosts of Crimson Peak are far more than “just a metaphor,” Del Toro’s film is unabashed in its emphasis on the uniquely human experiences of loss, grief, and remembrance, painting the supernatural as a realm where pain (as well as love) can linger long after death.

Thanks to the director’s artistic vision and penchant for practical effects, the world of these characters (living and otherwise) is astonishingly tangible -- an orgy of bold colors and rich fabrics, of flesh both livid and sanguine. Those who feel at home in such a lavish world may consider it an invitation from Del Toro himself: return to Allerdale Hall as often as you dare, and feel welcome to stay a long, long time.

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At Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, we present Crimson Peak perfume oil blends, $30.00 per 5ml bottle. Presented in an amber apothecary glass vial. Because of the nature of this project, imps are unavailable.

400 bottles were created for each scent.




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Created by Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab for Crimson Peak


With the assistance of our sister shop, Black Phoenix Trading Post, you can drape yourself in the myriad colors of the film, adorn yourself with Sharpe Family heraldry, infuse your home with the scents of Allerdale Hall, and conceal your secrets within our cold-cast resin keepsake boxes.

Guillermo Del Toro is both a master storyteller and a virtuoso of evocative design. All of Crimson Peak is awash in color – vibrant or decaying, somber or aflame. Every shadow has a meaning; every angle has a purpose. Every single hue was deliberately chosen as a thread that binds the tale, and every single hue tells a story within itself.

In this nail lacquer series, we celebrate the colors of Crimson Peak: the dark palette that brings the characters to life. The lacquers represent the film itself and four of its characters: Edith Cushing, Alan McMichael, Lady Lucille Sharpe, and Sir Thomas Sharpe. Each bottle is silkscreened with symbolism depicting the aspect of the film that the color represents.

Three hundred bottles were created of each color.

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It is our great pleasure to present a line of jewelry dedicated to Guillermo Del Toro’s gothic masterpiece, Crimson Peak. Bedeck yourself with Sharpe family heirlooms: show your familial allegiance with the Sharpe Coat of Arms and Family Crest, and embrace terror itself with the Fear Monogram.

300 pieces were created of each design. Crafted in Los Angeles, CA. This is a pre-order; our Crimson Peak jewelry will ship in January of 2016.

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Ghosts fade away -- along with the past -- like mist in the daylight… Leaving only small lessons behind -- Small certainties --

There are things that tie them to a place -- very much like they do us -- some remain tethered to a patch of land or a time and date… but there are others -- Others that hold to an emotion, a drive: loss, revenge… or love...

Those -- they never leave...

Memory is an intimacy we share with forces both seen and unseen, a place where the living and the dead co-exist -- though not always peacefully. Wherever she goes, CRIMSON PEAK heroine Edith Cushing (Mia Wasikowska) seems to uncover an urgent longing, the kind that leaves an indelible stain on time and space. In this way, anything can become haunted: a room, an object, a certain hour.

In this unique series of atmosphere sprays, Black Phoenix Trading Post conjures singular moments from the past which ache to be relived over and over again, locations which demand to be revisited until their secrets are unearthed. Which carries the greater risk: denying them, or indulging?

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For secrets that yearn to be divulged -- or atrocities hidden in plain sight -- Black Phoenix Trading Post presents Crimson Peak memento boxes inspired by the grim interiors of Allerdale Hall, hand-crafted by Dellamorte & Co.

THE SKULL CREST BOX

An irresistible invitation: a relief of the distinctive skull-faced Allerdale Hall crest extruded from blood-red clay: Ad Montes Oculus Levavi Mors Vincit Omnia.

Cold-cast resin, hand-cast and hand-painted by Dellamorte & Co. for Black Phoenix. Each piece is one-of-a-kind, so there will be variations in color.

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Crimson Peak: © Legendary 2015. Used with permission, all rights reserved.

October 26th, 2015

New Lunacy is live! We invite you to drown yourself in the Lake Of Hate.

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The Lake of Hate: blood musk, pink pepper, and neroli boiling in a seething mire of saffron.

Want to keep up to date on all the BPAL news? Follow us on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, join our mailing list, visit our Forums, or follow our blog The Black Phoenix Gazette.

October 16th, 2015

We invite you to join us for our West Coast, Dirty South, and San Francisco Bay Area Lunacy events this October for your opportunity to purchase the latest scents, and get a sneak preview of what's coming soon.

The blends that will be available for purchase include those that went live on the Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab website up to and including the Halloween update.

Our Lunacy events are held on the night of the full moon and are always free.

To celebrate Halloween, come in costume and receive a free Crimson Peak imp.

The Dirty South Lunacy Event will be held on Sunday, October 25th from 4 to 7pm at the Microtel Inn and Suites by Wyndham at Perimeter Center

6280 Peachwood Dunwoody Rd
(In the conference/meeting room)
Atlanta, GA 30328

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

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The West Coast Lunacy Event will be held on Tuesday, October 27th from 6 to 9pm at Dark Delicacies.

Dark Delicacies
3512 W. Magnolia Blvd
(1 block east of Hollywood Way)
Burbank, CA 91505

www.darkdel.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

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The San Francisco Bay Area Lunacy Event will be held on Thursday, October 29th from 6 to 8pm at Loved To Death.

Loved To Death
1681 Haight St.
San Francisco, CA 94117

www.lovedtodeath.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

If you have any questions, please email us at willcall@blackphoenixalchemylab.com.

Remaining Lunacy Event dates for 2015.

West Coast:

Sunday, November 22nd
Sunday, December 20th

Dirty South, San Francisco, and Vermont dates TBA

Want to keep up to date on all the BPAL news? Follow us on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, join our mailing list, visit our Forums, or follow our blog The Black Phoenix Gazette.

October 7th, 2015

Happy Halloween, all!

Summon spirits in style! Black Phoenix is thrilled to offer spirit boards, handcrafted by our friends at Enchanted Rumors!

There are two designs: Cemetery Gates and Funeral Rose.

Both the Black Phoenix Cemetery Gates Spirit Board and the Black Phoenix Funeral Rose Spirit Board come in two sizes, 10.5” x 7” and 16” x 10.5”. All of our spirit boards are crafted from engraved, hand-painted Baltic birch, and come with a planchette inlaid with magnifying glass.

Each board comes with one of the following oils:

YES

The spirits concur: misty bourbon vanilla and lemon sugar.

NO

A spectral denial you must not disregard: Burmese heartwood teak, coffee beans, black patchouli, green cognac, and white musk.

GOODBYE

The spirits are done with your shenanigans and wish to depart: a poof of frankincense, myrrh, Tolu balsam, and rose.

Yes, No, and Goodbye are only available as part of the spirit board sets, and are not sold separately.

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The Hallowenches needed a little decompression time before the Halloween season hit, so they decided go to a group cruise through the Bermuda Triangle. Along the way, they met Grizelda and Janice.

++ HALLOWENCHES ON HOLIDAY: PERFUMES

BRAINSTEM LOLLIPOP

Caramelized grey matter with apple.

MOONBATHING

Solar-powered electric melons and droplets of pina colada caught in an electrical storm.

DR. JANICE

An elegant transformation: honeyed ylang ylang with black tea, orris, dark gum resins, lavender absolute, and a twist of white grapefruit.

STARLIGHT AND SEASPRAY

Saltspray on moonlit fur with a hint of palm, white fig, and lime.

BLOOD SANGRIA

Sweet red wine, blood orange brandy, summer honey, white figs, black grapes, Marasca cherries, and a twist of plasma.

++ HALLOWENCHES ON HOLIDAY: BATH OIL

A FLING IN THE LAGOON

Crisp lime and mandarin, with a bit of scaly green mint and coconut.

++ HALLOWENCHES ON HOLIDAY: ATMOSPHERE SPRAYS

DELAYED AT INGOLSTADT AIR FIELD

An unfortunate electrical storm: lightning striking the tops of venerable oaks, Alpine moss tucked into dark mountain crevices, rain-drenched German chamomile and tulip, and a handful of wet, shy violets.

CANDIRU COVE FRISBEE TOURNAMENT

Sylvia was their ringer, natch. Weremusk and carnation with coconut oil, verbena, vanilla orchid, lemon peel, and clove.

ZOMBIE MOON

Homemade blood clot-and-cherry ice cream plopping onto moonlit sand.

++ HALLOWENCHES ON HOLIDAY: HAIR GLOSS

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Because you might want to get a bit of shimmery color over the holiday without risking a moonburn, right?  The scent of skin-softening moonscreen: coconut and sugared red patchouli.

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The leaves are not quite turning here in Los Angeles, the weather is still brutally hot, and we’re all still condemned to wearing tank tops and flip flops, so we’re setting the scene for autumn Black Phoenix-style: through scent.

++ HALLOWEEN: BATH OILS

CHOCOLATE PUMPKIN

Belgian chocolate filled with pumpkin butter.

PUMPKIN CHEESECAKE CUPCAKE

Because the goblins have been fighting over the perfume.

++ HALLOWEEN HAIR GLOSS: PILE OF LEAVES

Every leaf tells a story.

DEAD LEAVES, PATCHOULI, HONEY AND WARM MUSK

DEAD LEAVES, RED MUSK AND NEROLI

DEAD LEAVES, WHITE MUSK AND VANILLA

DEAD LEAVES, BLACK FIG, CACAO AND COPAL

++ HALLOWEEN HAIR GLOSS: PUMPKINS OF THE APOCALYPSE

Pumpkin Spice Armageddon!

THE GREAT PUMPKIN OF WAR

A furious scent, powerful and scorching, running red with fire and blood: pumpkin with red musk, pimento, red pepper absolute, red vetiver, rose geranium, and crushed red poppies.

THE PUMPKIN OF CONQUEST

Grey pumpkin husk and bruised violets blanketed by creeping white mycelium, black mosses, and toxic subterranean mushrooms.

DEATH ON A PALE PUMPKIN

And I looked, and behold a pale gourd: green patchouli and white pumpkin with yew berry, black cypress, white sandalwood, spectral niaouli, eucalyptus petal, and dry white mint.

THE GOURD OF DEPRIVATION

The scent of fallow fields, faraway conflagrations consuming dry, parched grasses, and crops failing under the relentless heat of a dying sun.

++ HALLOWEEN: HAIR GLOSS

BOO

Eerie billows of spun sugar, fluttering white cotton, and sheets of cream.

++ HALLOWEEN: ATMOSPHERE SPRAYS

AT MIDNIGHT WITH A PUMPKIN LIGHT

If at midnight with a pumpkin light,
You steal to your room unseen,
In the mirror appears the face,
Of your lover true on Hallowe'en
Pumpkin seeds and candle wax.

LICORICE WHIP

Black leather and black licorice.

OCTOBER

Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath!
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
In the gay woods and in the golden air,
Like to a good old age released from care,
Journeying, in long serenity, away.
In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
Might wear out life like thee, ‘mid bowers and brooks
And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
And music of kind voices ever nigh;
And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.

Dry, cold autumn wind. A rustle of red leaves, a touch of smoke and sap in the air.

ON HALLOWEEN

Some folk in courts for pleasure sue,
An’ some ransack the theatre:
The airy nymph is won by few;
She’s of so coy a nature.
She shuns the great bedaub’d with lace,
Intent on rural jokin
An’ spite o’ breeding, deigns to grace
A merry Airshire rockin,
Sometimes at night.

At Halloween, when fairy sprites
Perform their mystic gambols,
When ilka witch her neebour greets,
On their nocturnal rambles;
When elves at midnight-hour are seen,
Near hollow caverns sportin,
Then lads an’ lasses aft convene,
In hopes to ken their fortune,
By freets that night.

At Jennet Reid’s not long ago,
Was held an annual meeting,
Of lasses fair an’ fine also,
With charms the most inviting:
Though it was wat, an’ wondrous mirk,
It stopp’d nae kind intention;
Some sprightly youths, frae Loudon-kirk,
Did haste to the convention,
Wi’ glee that night.

The nuts upon a clean hearthstane,
Were plac’d by ane anither,
An’ some gat lads, an’ some gat nane,
Just as they bleez’d the gither.
Some sullen cooffs refuse to burn;
Bad luck can ne’er be mended;
But or they a’ had got a turn,
The pokeful nits was ended
Owre soon that night.

A candle on a stick was hung,
An’ ti’d up to the kipple:
Ilk lad an’ lass, baith auld an’ young,
Did try to catch the apple;
Which aft, in spite o’ a’ their care,
Their furious jaws escaped;
They touch’d it ay, but did nae mair,
Though greedily they gaped,
Fu’ wide that night.

The dishes then, by joint advice,
Were plac’d upon the floor;
Some stammer’d on the toom ane thrice,
In that unlucky hour.
Poor Mall maun to the garret go,
Nae rays o’ comfort meeting;
Because sae aft she’s answered no,
She’ll spend her days in greeting,
An’ ilka night.

Poor James sat trembling for his fate;
He lang had dree’d the worst o’t;
Though they had tugg’d and rugg’d till yet,
To touch the dish he durst not.
The empty bowl, before his eyes,
Replete with ills appeared;
No man nor maid could make him rise,
The consequence he feared
Sae much that night.

– Janet Little

The scent of chatty witches gossiping with neighbors at midnight: ripe red apples, honey mead, poppy seed cakes, a trickle of sweet 7-year aged patchouli, and bundles of dry herbs.

PORTAL OF DEATH!!!

Vanished into oblivion! BYE!

A science fiction thriller by Lilith Victoria Barrial.

Swirls of black plum, orange flower, white musk, spun sugar, and lollipop goo opening up into an abyss of patchouli, benzoin, and and fig.

PUMPKIN SPICE EVERYTHING

PUMPKIN SPICE THE F&%K OUT OF EVERYTHING.

SAMHAIN

Truly the scent of autumn itself — damp woods, fir needle, and black patchouli with the gentlest touches of warm pumpkin, clove, nutmeg, allspice, sweet red apple and mullein.

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Also new at Black Phoenix Trading Post!

TRIPLE DAGGER ENAMEL PIN

Soft enamel Triple Dagger pins in your choice of full color or aged bronze!

~ and ~

BLACK PHOENIX ALCHEMY LAB SKULL STEIN

The next best thing to drinking mead out of the skulls of your enemies!

Each skull can be filled with 16oz of your favorite liquid, be it tea, beer, bourbon, or blood.

BUT WAIT! – THERE’S MORE:

Black Phoenix Trading Post is delighted to offer six sinister seasonal shades of Claw Polish!

DEVIL’S NIGHT

The hot, electric orange of distant fires.

OCTOBER

Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath!
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
In the gay woods and in the golden air,
Like to a good old age released from care,
Journeying, in long serenity, away.
In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
Might wear out life like thee, ‘mid bowers and brooks
And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
And music of kind voices ever nigh;
And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.

A metallic bronze, glowing like oak leaves at sunset.

PUMPKIN SPICE EVERYTHING

A raucous, fiery glitter, all pumpkin orange with glints of vine-green.

SAMHAIN

A pumpkin orange crème!

THE SECOND SPRING

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

The burnished gold of dappled autumn sunlight.

THE UNQUIET GRAVE

You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips,
But my breath smells earthy strong;
If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips,
Your time will not be long.

An unearthly oil-slick fine glitter, dark and spectral.

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The skies have darkened, and summer’s last bright green leaf has turned. Halloween is here at BlackPhoenix Alchemy Lab.

The Halloween sets, including the Pickman Gallery, will be live until December 28th.

++ HALLOWEEN 2015

ALL SOULS

A day of remembrance and intercession. Without the prayers and sacrifices of their families and loved ones, the faithful departed may not be cleansed of their venal sins, and thereby cannot attain beatific vision. On November 2nd, prayers are sung and offerings are made to aid lost souls in transcending purgatory. An incense blend that invokes the higher qualities of mercy and compassion, mingled with the soft, sugared currant scent of offertory soul cakes.

DIA DE LOS MUERTOS

A joyous celebration of La Catarina, La Flaca, La Muerte... Glorious, Beautiful Death. In Mexico, death is not something to be feared or hated; She is embraced, loved, and adored. La Muerte is fêted, as the celebrant "...chases after it, mocks it, courts it, hugs it, sleeps with it; it is his favorite plaything and his most lasting love." This is a Mexican paean to La Huesuda: dry, crackling leaves, the incense smoke of altars honoring Death and the Dead, funeral bouquets, the candies, chocolates, foods and tobacco of the ofrenda, amaranth, sweet cactus blossom and desert cereus.

FEEDING THE DEAD

A barrel of beer, a pyramid of cakes, and three sticks of incense.

FROSTED PUMPKIN SPICE COOKIE

With cinnamon, nutmeg, browned butter, and cream cheese icing.

LE REVENANT

Comme les anges à l'oeil fauve,
Je reviendrai dans ton alcôve
Et vers toi glisserai sans bruit
Avec les ombres de la nuit;
Et je te donnerai, ma brune,
Des baisers froids comme la lune
Et des caresses de serpent
Autour d'une fosse rampant.
Quand viendra le matin livide,
Tu trouveras ma place vide,
Où jusqu'au soir il fera froid.
Comme d'autres par la tendresse,
Sur ta vie et sur ta jeunesse,
Moi, je veux régner par l'effroi.

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Like angels with wild beast's eyes
I shall return to your bedroom
And silently glide toward you
With the shadows of the night;
And, dark beauty, I shall give you
Kisses cold as the moon
And the caresses of a snake
That crawls around a grave.
When the livid morning comes,
You'll find my place empty,
And it will be cold there till night.
I wish to hold sway over
Your life and youth by fear,
As others do by tenderness.

-- Charles Baudelaire, translation by William Aggeler.

A shroud of gardenia, narcissus, and sandalwood with ambrette seed, white cognac, muguet, davana, and white musk.

MAGNIFICENT AUTUMN

By what a subtle alchemy the green leaves are transmuted into gold, as if molten by the fiery blaze of the hot sun! A magic covering spreads over the whole forest, and brightens into more gorgeous hues. The tree-tops seem bathed with the gold and crimson of an Italian sunset. Here and there a shade of green, here and there a tinge of purple, and a stain of scarlet so deep and rich, that the most cunning artifice of man is pale beside it. A thousand delicate shades melt into each other. They blend fantastically into one deep mass. They spread over the forest like a tapestry woven with a thousand hues.

Magnificent Autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds. He comes not like a hermit, clad in gray. But he comes like a warrior, with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent. His scarlet banner drips with gore. His step is like a flail upon the threshing floor.

The scene changes. It is the Indian summer. The rising sun blazes through the misty air like a conflagration. A yellowish,smoky haze fills the atmosphere; and

--A filmy mist,
Lies like a silver lining on the sky.

The wind is soft and low. It wafts to us the odor of forest leaves, that hang wilted on the dripping branches, or drop into the stream. Their gorgeous tints are gone, as if the autumnal rains had washed them out. Orange, yellow, and scarlet, all are changed to one melancholy russet hue. The birds, too, have taken wing, and have left their roofless dwellings. Not the whistle of a robin, not the twitter of an eavesdropping swallow, not the carol of one sweet, familiar voice! All gone. Only the dismal cawing of a crow, as he sits and curses, that the harvest is over, – or the chit-chat of an idle squirrel, – the noisy denizen of a hollow tree, – the mendicant friar of a large parish, – the absolute monarch of a dozen acorns!

Another change.

The wind sweeps through the forest with a sound like the blast of a trumpet. The dry leaves whirl in eddies through the air. A fret-work of hoar-frost covers the plain. The stagnant water in the pools and ditches is frozen into fantastic figures. Nature ceases from her labors, and prepares for the great change.

In the low-hanging clouds, the sharp air, like a busy shuttle, weaves her shroud of snow. There is a melancholy and continual roar in the tops of the tall pines, like the roar of a cataract. It is the funeral anthem of the dying year.

A scent that wanders through the Ages of Autumn, from the last green leaf to the first breath of winter.

OCTOBER

Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath!
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
In the gay woods and in the golden air,
Like to a good old age released from care,
Journeying, in long serenity, away.
In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
Might wear out life like thee, ‘mid bowers and brooks
And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
And music of kind voices ever nigh;
And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.

Dry, cold autumn wind. A rustle of red leaves, a touch of smoke and sap in the air.

PUMPKIN CHEESECAKE CUPCAKE

Because this is all that I’ve wanted out of life for months.

PUMPKIN LAGER

A peculiar point of contention: you either love it or hate it, and however you feel, it’s passionate.

SAMHAIN

Truly the scent of autumn itself — damp woods, fir needle, and black patchouli with the gentlest
touches of warm pumpkin, clove, nutmeg, allspice, sweet red apple and mullein.

SECOND SPRING

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
- Albert Camus

An accolade: drifting leaves tinted in the bold reds of pomegranate and currant, the golds of amber and honey, russet myrrh, a touch of cypress-green, and crisp patchouli-brown.

SONNET D’AUTOMNE

Ils me disent, tes yeux, clairs comme le cristal:
“Pour toi, bizarre amant, quel est donc mon mérite?”
- Sois charmante et tais-toi! Mon coeur, que tout irrite,
Excepté la candeur de l’antique animal,
Ne veut pas te montrer son secret infernal,
Berceuse dont la main aux longs sommeils m’invite,
Ni sa noire légende avec la flamme écrite.
Je hais la passion et l’esprit me fait mal!
Aimons-nous doucement. L’Amour dans sa guérite,
Ténébreux, embusqué, bande son arc fatal.
Je connais les engins de son vieil arsenal:
Crime, horreur et folie! – Ô pâle marguerite!
Comme moi n’es-tu pas un soleil automnal,
Ô ma si blanche, ô ma si froide Marguerite?

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They say to me, your eyes, clear as crystal:
“For you, bizarre lover, what is my merit then?”
- Be charming and be still! My heart, which all things irk,
Except the candor of the animals of old,
Does not wish to reveal its black secret to you,
Whose lulling hands invite me to long sleep,
Nor its somber legend written with flame.
I hate passion; intelligence makes me suffer!
Let us love each other sweetly. Tenebrous Love,
Ambushed in his shelter, stretches his fatal bow.
I know all the weapons of his old arsenal:
Crime, horror, and madness! – pale marguerite!
Are you not, like me, an autumnal sun,
O my Marguerite, so white and so cold?

– Charles Baudelaire, translated by William Aggeler

Tenebrous Love: a shivering white musk with vanilla-infused white cocoa, amber incense, and dead, dry leaves.

SUGAR SKULL

Vibrant with the joy and sweetness of life in death! A blend of five sugars, lightly dusted with candied fruits.

SWEET WILLIAM’S GHOST

There came a ghost to Margret’s door,
With many a grievous groan,
And ay he tirled at the pin,
But answer made she none.

‘Is that my father Philip,
Or is’t my brother John?
Or is’t my true-love, Willy,
From Scotland new come home?’

‘’Tis not thy father Philip,
Nor yet thy brother John;
But ’tis thy true-love, Willy,
From Scotland new come home.

‘O sweet Margret, O dear Margret,
I pray thee speak to me;
Give me my faith and troth, Margret,
As I gave it to thee.’

‘Thy faith and troth thou’s never get,
Nor yet will I thee lend,
Till that thou come within my bower,
And kiss my cheek and chin.’

‘If I shoud come within thy bower,
I am no earthly man;
And shoud I kiss thy rosy lips,
Thy days will not be lang.

‘O sweet Margret, O dear Margret,
I pray thee speak to me;
Give me my faith and troth, Margret,
As I gave it to thee.’

‘Thy faith and troth thou’s never get,
Nor yet will I thee lend,
Till you take me to yon kirk,
And wed me with a ring.’

‘My bones are buried in yon kirk-yard,
Afar beyond the sea,
And it is but my spirit, Margret,
That’s now speaking to thee.’

She stretchd out her lilly-white hand,
And, for to do her best,
‘Hae, there’s your faith and troth, Willy,
God send your soul good rest.’

Now she has kilted her robes of green
A piece below her knee,
And a’ the live-lang winter night
The dead corp followed she.

‘Is there any room at your head, Willy?
Or any room at your feet?
Or any room at your side, Willy,
Wherein that I may creep?’

‘There’s no room at my head, Margret,
There’s no room at my feet;
There’s no room at my side, Margret,
My coffin’s made so meet.’

Then up and crew the red, red cock,
And up then crew the gray:
‘Tis time, tis time, my dear Margret,
That you were going away.’

No more the ghost to Margret said,
But, with a grievous groan,
Evanishd in a cloud of mist,
And left her all alone.

‘O stay, my only true-love, stay,’
The constant Margret cry’d;
Wan grew her cheeks, she closd her een,
Stretchd her soft limbs, and dy’d.

Is there any room at your head, Willy? Or any room at your feet? Or any room at your side, Willy,
wherein that I may creep? A scent of unendurable grief and longing: pale orris root and honeyed white lily chilled by wild carrot and cognac, pulled into a winding sheet of white jasmine, tobacco flower, tuberose, and patchouli.

THE UNQUIET GRAVE

“The wind doth blow today, my love,
And a few small drops of rain;
I never had but one true-love,
In cold grave she was lain.”

“I’ll do as much for my true-love
As any young man may;
I’ll sit and mourn all at her grave
For a twelvemonth and a day.”

The twelvemonth and a day being up,
The dead began to speak:
“Oh who sits weeping on my grave,
And will not let me sleep?”

“’T is I, my love, sits on your grave,
And will not let you sleep;
For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips,
And that is all I seek.”

“You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips,
But my breath smells earthy strong;
If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips,
Your time will not be long.

“’Tis down in yonder garden green,
Love, where we used to walk,
The finest flower that e’re was seen
Is withered to a stalk.

“The stalk is withered dry, my love,
So will our hearts decay;
So make yourself content, my love,
Till God calls you away.”

One kiss of clay-cold lips: frozen white roses, frankincense, white gardenia, white sandalwood, and vanilla orchid.

THE VAMPIRE BRIDE

"I am come-I am come! once again from the tomb,
In return for the ring which you gave;
That I am thine, and that thou art mine,
This nuptial pledge receive."
He lay like a corse 'neath the Demon's force,
And she wrapp'd him in a shroud;
And she fixed her teeth his heart beneath,
And she drank of the warm life-blood!
And ever and anon murmur'd the lips of stone,
"Soft and warm is this couch of thine,
Thou'lt to-morrow be laid on a colder bed-
Albert! that bed will be mine!"
- Henry Thomas Liddell

Icy skin touched by a perfume of violet leaf, white tea, olibanum, elemi, myrrh, wormwood, crypt dust, and saffron with a dribble of blood red musk.

THE WHITE WITCH

O brothers mine, take care! Take care!
The great white witch rides out to-night.
Trust not your prowess nor your strength,
Your only safety lies in flight;
For in her glance there is a snare,
And in her smile there is a blight.

The great white witch you have not seen?
Then, younger brothers mine, forsooth,
Like nursery children you have looked
For ancient hag and snaggle-tooth;
But no, not so; the witch appears
In all the glowing charms of youth.

Her lips are like carnations, red,
Her face like new-born lilies, fair,
Her eyes like ocean waters, blue,
She moves with subtle grace and air,
And all about her head there floats
The golden glory of her hair.

But though she always thus appears
In form of youth and mood of mirth,
Unnumbered centuries are hers,
The infant planets saw her birth;
The child of throbbing Life is she,
Twin sister to the greedy earth.

And back behind those smiling lips,
And down within those laughing eyes,
And underneath the soft caress
Of hand and voice and purring sighs,
The shadow of the panther lurks,
The spirit of the vampire lies.

For I have seen the great white witch,
And she has led me to her lair,
And I have kissed her red, red lips
And cruel face so white and fair;
Around me she has twined her arms,
And bound me with her yellow hair.

I felt those red lips burn and sear
My body like a living coal;
Obeyed the power of those eyes
As the needle trembles to the pole;
And did not care although I felt
The strength go ebbing from my soul.

Oh! she has seen your strong young limbs,
And heard your laughter loud and gay,
And in your voices she has caught
The echo of a far-off day,
When man was closer to the earth;
And she has marked you for her prey.

She feels the old Antaean strength
In you, the great dynamic beat
Of primal passions, and she sees
In you the last besieged retreat
Of love relentless, lusty, fierce,
Love pain-ecstatic, cruel-sweet.

O, brothers mine, take care! Take care!
The great white witch rides out to-night.
O, younger brothers mine, beware!
Look not upon her beauty bright;
For in her glance there is a snare,
And in her smile there is a blight.

Love pain-ecstatic, cruel-sweet: gold-flecked honey amber pulsating with red musk, patchouli coeur, bourbon vanilla, inky vetiver, pomegranate rind, myrrh, blackened violet leaf, and blood red rose petals.

++ HALLOWEEN 2015: PILE OF LEAVES

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Every leaf tells a story.

DEAD LEAVES AND TOBACCO

DEAD LEAVES, HONEY, AND OUDH

DEAD LEAVES, RED MUSK, AND NEROLI

DEAD LEAVES, BOURBON VANILLA, AND MYRRH

DEAD LEAVES, BLACK PEPPER, AND SANDALWOOD

DEAD LEAVES, FRANKINCENSE, AND COPAL

++ HALLOWEEN 2015: BOBBING FOR APPLES

A pastime thought to have its roots in fertility and mate-hunting divination. Presented, for your
pleasure, a selection of apples to bob for.

APPLE I

Apple with hay absolute, oats, honey, cream vanilla, and goat’s milk accord.

APPLE II

Green apple with pink pepper, Himalayan cedar, juniper berries, and lemon rind.

APPLE III

Appalachian black apple with sweet tobacco and patchouli, orange blossom, vanilla champaca,lavender, and white honey.

APPLE IV

Red apple with blackcurrant bud, black clove, and vanilla bourbon.

APPLE V

Apple with white coconut, fig, and tiare.

++ SINGLE NOTES: HALLOWEEN

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Black Phoenix's cheeky interpretation of the iconic scents of the season. No actual single notes – or clowns – were harmed during the creation of these blends.

APPLE CIDER

BONFIRE

CANDIED APPLE

CLOWN WHITE

DISAPPOINTING PENCIL

GRAVEYARD DIRT REDUX

PUMPKIN SPICE EVERYTHING

STAGE BLOOD

POLYESTER SPIDERWEB

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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:

MEPHISTOPHELES AND MEDEA MAKE AN ENTRANCE AT ARKHAM’S PICKMAN GALLERY

Sympathy for the Devil: An Intimate Evening With Old Scratch and Hecate’s Inheritance: Witches, Our Sisters on view at the Pickman Gallery from September 18 to December 28, 2015

Arkham, MA (March 13, 2015)— On view from September 18 through December 28, 2015,at Pickman Gallery, Arkham, MA, Sympathy for the Devil: An Intimate Evening With Old Scratch and Hecate’s Inheritance: Witches, Our Sisters. Sympathy for the Devil is guest curated by the Rhode Island School of Design’s Henry Anthony Wilcox. In this exhibition, Mr. Wilcox explores the many faces of the Son of the Morning, from Fallen Angel to Dapper Devil to Devourer of Souls. Hecate’s Inheritance was generously lent to Pickman Gallery by the Musée de Cauchemars in Paris, and is sponsored by Die Württembergischen Zentrum für Interdisziplinäre Studien über Hexerei und Zauberei in an effort to further promote coven recruitment and academic research.

Hecate’s Inheritance showcases thirteen exquisite depictions of witches and their craft, including the works of Albert-Joseph Pénot, Henry Fuseli, Jean Veber, Frans Francken II, James Gillray, Jan de Bisschop, Jean van der Velde II, Agostino Veneziano, John Nixon, and John William Waterhouse. Sympathy for the Devil includes a selection of seven visions of He Who Shuns the Light by Jean Miélo, Nikolai Kalmakoff, Louis Boulanger, Michał Elwiro Andriolli, Paul Mathey, Thomas Stothard, and Henry Fuseli.

A private reception will be held at Pickman Gallery during the lunar eclipse on September 27, 2015, from midnight until 3am. RSVP required. Refreshments provided by Sister Shoggoth’s Microbrewery (Home of the original Protoplasmic Bubble Beer), Innsmouth Harbor Fishery, and the Old Arkham Cheese Shoppe.

Sponsorship

Sympathy for the Devil was made possible by the generous support of Elizabeth Barrial, director of the Black Phoenix Foundation for the Arts, and TJ Barrial, Visual Arts Professor and Department Chair at the Dunwich Academy of Arts, and was organized for the Celephaïs Athenæum by Brian Constantine, Curator of Sculpture for the Clark Ashton Smith Memorial Gallery. Hecate’s Inheritance is sponsored by Die Württembergischen Zentrum für Interdisziplinäre Studien über Hexerei und Zauberei, the Wüttemberg
Center for Interdisciplinary Studies on Witchcraft and Sorcery.

About the Pickman Gallery

The Pickman Gallery is the Miskatonic Valley’s premier privately-owned art gallery. Founded in 1923 by interdimensionally renowned portrait artist Richard Upton Pickman, the Gallery offers the Miskatonic Valley community a dynamic roster of stimulating, dread-provoking exhibitions and enriching public programs. Though the Pickman generally focuses on Aestheticism and Decadence, nearly all artistic movements have been represented throughout the years. Exhibitions organized by the Pickman have featured the works of both local and international artists, and have encompassed all of the visual arts, including printmaking, photography, sculpture, video, film, and performance.

General Information

Pickman Gallery, 432 Sentinel Street, Arkham, MA 01914
Tel: 978/271-1300, Fax: 978/271-1313
Web site: http://www.pickman-gallery.com

Hours

Tuesday, Thursday, Friday: Dusk - 1am
Saturday: Dusk - 3am
Sunday, Monday, and major astronomical events: Closed

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++ PICKMAN GALLERY: HECATE’S INHERITENCE

A PHANTASMAGORIA: SCENE – CONJURING UP AN ARMED SKELETON
James Gillray

Wig powder, amber-perfumed leather gloves, and rose petals with a sliver of oak bark and cauldron smoke.

A WITCH RIDING ON A DRAGON
Jan de Bisschop

Blackened tonka, patchouli, dragon’s blood resin, and scorched oak.

DÉPART POUR LE SABBAT (AUFBRUCH ZUM HEXENSABBAT)
Albert-Joseph Pénot

Bourbon vanilla, sweet red patchouli, oudh, goat’s milk accord, and white honey.

LIEBESZAUBER
Artist Unknown

Honey, rose petals, and carnations - a drop of blood - red clover, cubeb berries, and vanilla cream.

THE MAGIC CIRCLE
John William Waterhouse

Vanilla-infused frankincense and clary sage with 7-year aged patchouli, jasmine sambac, honey myrtle,
and oudh.

THE SORCERESS
Jean van der Velde II

An evocation incense of frankincense, styrax, lavender buds, mastic, and white sandalwood mingled with moonflower, violet absolute, tuberose, and dark musk.

WITCHES’ KITCHEN
Frans Francken II

Belladonna accord, sprigs of rue, crushed hyssop, white sage, beeswax, mandrake leaf, bay rum, black honey, hemp, and myrrh.

THE WITCH AND THE MANDRAKE
Henry Fuseli

Mandrake root, apple blossom, dusty brown sandalwood, coconut milk, woodmusk, and soft leather.

WITCHCRAFT SCENE
Attributed to Luis Paret y Alcaza

Black lily and black pepper with narcissus, white musk, and white sandalwood.

THE WITCHES
Jean Veber

Pumpkin cream, honey, vanilla sugar, and smoked vanilla bean.

THE WITCHES’ ROUT (THE CARCASS)
Agostino Veneziano

White sandalwood, opoponax, shriveled black plum, and vetiver.

THE WITCHES’ SABBATH
Frans Francken II

Burgundy and champaca resin with immortelle, leather accord, wine-soaked red fruits, rose geranium petals, red patchouli, guttering candles, and smoke.

A YOUNG WOMAN APPEALING TO A WITCH
John Nixon

Honey, cream and white rose petals buffeted by toadstools, creeping moss, bog cypress, and myrrh.

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++ PICKMAN GALLERY: SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL

A HOLY MAN ADVISES A WOMAN TO INVOKE MARY AGAINST A DEVIL
Jean Miélo

White musk, tobacco flower, white tea, Tunisian neroli, and blonde leather.

LA FEMME de SATAN
Nikolai Kalmakoff

Red musk and cacao with clove, caramelized tobacco, aged patchouli, red currant, black leather, and vanilla-infused amber.

LA RONDE du SABBAT
Louis Boulanger

Oman frankincense, black clove, and tobacco tar.

PAN TWARDOWSKI AND THE DEVIL
Michał Elwiro Andriolli

Brown leather, bay leaf, tobacco leaf, lavender, and oudh.

PORTRAIT OF AN UNIDENTIFIED MAN AS MEPHISTOPHELES
Paul Mathey

A debonair lavender fougere cloaked in smoky red musk, red mandarin, and oakmoss.

SATAN STARTING FROM THE TOUCH OF ITHURIEL’S SPEAR
Henry Fuseli

Golden amber, carnation, blackcurrant, aged black patchouli, red musk, and vetiver.

SATAN SUMMONING HIS LEGIONS
Thomas Stothard

White leather and cypress-tinged white musk with cardamom, smouldering incense, Ceylon cinnamon and white sandalwood.

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Keep your eyes peeled: the Black Phoenix Trading Post Halloween update is imminent and BPAL’s paean to the dead is being called in from the void. Two new Halloween scents will be debuting at Montreal’s
Pretty Indulgent, and our Crimson Peak collection will be unearthed soon.

September 20th, 2015

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Lilith, I love you. I love you more than words can convey. I love you more than my heart or mind can comprehend. I love all of you: the light and the dark, the cheerful and the complex. I love your luminous spirit, I love your generous, kind soul.

Truly, to me you are the Gladdener of All Hearts.

Happy birthday, kiddo.

A VAST SIMILITUDE INTERLOCKS ALL
On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes, and of the future.

A vast similitude interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets
All distances of place however wide,
All distances of time, all inanimate forms,
All souls, all living bodies, though they be ever so different, or in different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the brutes,
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,
All identities that have existed, or may exist, on this globe, or any globe,
All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future,
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann’d,
And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them.

Eternally lapping ocean waves at sunset, touched by the pale pinkish amber of the setting sun.

BATTLE FAIRY IN TRAINING
Lilith loves her kung fu classes. She loves her sifu, she loves the exercises, she loves practicing her forms. (She’s alright with the meditation aspect, but let’s be real: she’s a kid, and would rather be doing somersaults.) This year, she attained her blue belt, and this scent was created to commemorate her achievement. Baby, I am so proud of you. You worked so hard, and it paid off. I am always, always proud of you.

This Battle Fairy smells like blue cotton candy, strawberries, a plop of vanilla icing and a bit of crushed peppermint candy.

BLOOD AND JUDGMENT SO WELL COMMEDLED
This year, Lilith started cultivating a love of Shakespeare, especially Hamlet. Man, this kid loves that play. I assumed, when we started talking about Shakespeare’s works, that she’d love the comedies, particularly Midsummer Night’s Dream and all its attendant fairies. Nope; it’s all about the mopey Prince of Denmark and his teen angst.

When she started at her Shakespeare summer camp this year, one of her teachers asked which characters she liked best. She replied, “Horatio.”

“Horatio? But he doesn’t have many lines, does he? Why do you like him so much?”

“He’s Hamlet’s best friend, he’s always there for Hamlet, and he’s the only one that doesn’t die.”

Wise words, kiddo!

This is a photo that I took of her watching Kenneth Branagh’s Hamlet with her trusty sidekick, Wednesday. The dog, for her part, is a huge fan of the Two Gentlemen of Verona.

A little kid’s interpretation of Hamlet’s BFF. A scent of kindness and devotion, friendship and loyalty: soft brown leather and brushed suede with bourbon vanilla, toasted almond, tonka bean, and amber.

GHOST REVELRY
While we were at Kensal Green in March, Lilith began knocking on all the crypts to wake the ghosts. In her estimation, they were likely bored and lonely, and a party would do them some good. Lil is always very concerned about everyone’s happiness, both the living and the dead.

A spectral shindig: damp mosses, fallen leaves, and soft woods swirled with an ethereal mist of white sandalwood, lilac, orris root, and moonflower.

GIVE ME THY BREATH, MY SISTER
“Give me thy breath, my sister,” exclaimed Beatrice; “for I am faint with common air! And give me this flower of thine, which I separate with gentlest fingers from the stem, and place it close beside my heart.”

Lilith absolutely adores her carnivorous plants. She is doting and gentle… decidedly loving… and tends them with all of her precise, attentive Virgo care. She has a small pot of scarlet pink pitcher plants that are all her own, and two bogs that she shares with mom and dad.

Rosy snap-traps, syrupy mucilage, and pink, ballooning bladders: a scent like honey cotton candy, with hints of mint, sugar crystals, and a hint of crisp, bog-moist greenery.

LITTLE LADY MACBETH
“Lady Macbeth should have Macbeth and the king just play rock paper scissors to see who gets to be king. And then whoever wins has to play against her and if she wins, she gets to be king.”

– Lilith coming up with solutions as we begin reading the Scottish Play.

A Lilith’ized take on our Lady Macbeth scent, wherein ambition, covetousness, and manipulation are transformed into fairmindedness, equity, and a willingness to sometimes leave things to chance: sugared red currant and honey cake.

MEUS AMOR AETERNUS
When our tarantula, Pinky, died, Lilith buried her. She cradled Pinky’s little body and placed her in a special box. She dug the grave with her own hands. She composed a memorial for Pinky, and spoke at her funeral. She laid a heart-shaped stone that she had found at the beach on her grave, and many months later, she still does what she can to tend Pinky’s grave.

She has a reverence and respect for both life and death that is as beautiful to me as it is uncanny. Just recently, Lilith asked Ted and I to compose eulogies for our Soccer Mom Car, which was recently totaled, so we could share our memories of the car and let the car know how much she meant to us, thanking our poor, unfortunate SUV for keeping us safe for so many years.

I love and treasure many things about my daughter, but to me, her big heart is her most beautiful aspect. She seems to love everyone and everything, she forgives all, and she truly values other people’s feelings. Lilith, you are a good person. You are a better person than I, I suspect, and it is an honor to be your mother.

A cotton candy-suffused blend of Snake Oil and Dorian, touched by earthy green moss and raiz de moras, hope-filled vanilla bean, sweet honey, and joyous carnation. The scent has roots in her bloodline and has been touched by the world, but is entirely her own. She is entirely her own.

MUSE OF FIRE
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention,
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels,
Leash’d in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire
Crouch for employment. But pardon, and gentles all,
The flat unraised spirits that have dared
On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
So great an object: can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of France? or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?
O, pardon! since a crooked figure may
Attest in little place a million;
And let us, ciphers to this great accompt,
On your imaginary forces work.
Suppose within the girdle of these walls
Are now confined two mighty monarchies,
Whose high upreared and abutting fronts
The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder:
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts;
Into a thousand parts divide on man,
And make imaginary puissance;
Think when we talk of horses, that you see them
Printing their proud hoofs i’ the receiving earth;
For ’tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,
Carry them here and there; jumping o’er times,
Turning the accomplishment of many years
Into an hour-glass: for the which supply,
Admit me Chorus to this history;
Who prologue-like your humble patience pray,
Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.

Lilith performed this prologue with her Shakespeare camp this summer. It gave me chills every time I heard her practice her lines, and forevermore she will be my Muse of Fire.

The image accompanying this scent is from the morning of her performance. Lilith, you inspire me every day. Your love of Shakespeare has reinvigorated my own, and it means the world to me that we have this to share with one another.

My little Muse of Fire: an explosion of rainbow-hued flower petals dusted in sugar.

[Seriously… you have no idea how it made me feel to hear Lilith recite lines from Henry V. I still choke up every time I think on it too long, and when this prologue comes to mind, I hear it in her voice.]

MY BABY AND A BABY GOAT
Look, I just wanted to make a scent for Lilith and this baby goat. Because it makes me happy and BECAUSE LOOK AT IT. LOOK AT THAT BABY GOAT.

Fuzzy baby goat musk, goat’s milk accord, wild rice flower, and a little bit of farmer’s market honey.

POP!
While in London this year, Lilith learned how to blow bubbles with her bubblegum. It may not sound like a big deal, but I really do think that blowing bubbles is one of childhood’s great milestones. It’s a momentous occasion to a 6-year old, and is certainly deserving of commemoration!

This is the scent of the bubbles that she popped all over the city: strawberry bubblegum against a backdrop of chilly wind.

STICKY EYEBALLS AND FLOPPY ENTRAILS
Last year, Lilith helped us set up one of the maze rooms for her school’s Halloween party. Not only did she help prep prop guts, but during the event, she spent some time assisting us by hiding in front of a glass window and throwing eyeballs, dismembered rubber fingers, and entrails at passers-by.

I love my kid.

Sticky white glops of marshmallow and clotted cream with ropes of sinewy strawberry licorice whips and oozing pink jelly.

WALKING THE PRIME MERIDIAN
This is the scent of the Royal Observatory at Greenwich on a cold, stormy day in March: ancient oaks and deep green mosses dampened by rain and sea salt.

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Over at Black Phoenix Trading Post, Teddy has some stories to share about his life as Lilith’s daddy:

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Lilith,

I love you.

Those three words are said every day by millions of people with varying degrees of meaning, but those three words cannot convey the depth of feelings I have for you.

Beth is my soulmate and I would be lost without her, but you make me want to live forever just so I can see all the amazing things you are capable of.

Up until you were born, I felt that my life was great. I had traveled the world, seen and did many wonderful things, but nothing compares to having you hug me and say, “Daddy, I love you.”

Just the other day, you said that you are going to learn how to make robots so that when we are old we can put our brains in robot bodies and live forever.

I hope that you can do that so I can spend my eternity with you and Beth.

I love you.
Daddy

CATCH ME, DAD

“Catch me dad!” she cries, and takes off.How can I ever say no to my best friend?I hope she never loses the joy of running because I will always be ready to run and play with her.

Sun-warmed dirt and wildflowers, a whiff of the lavender Lilith loves to use in her hair, and the green leaves of summer just turning to autumn’s russet and brown.

EN GARDE
Captain Lilith, the scourge of the seven seas has returned.

Lilith and her crew were playing a spirited game of Liar’s dice, when the first mate was caught cheating. The captain does not tolerate cheaters on board her vessel and she took the first mate to task. The battle was fierce but quick. Captain Lilith takes no prisoners! “WALK THE PLANK, DAD.”

Rum-flavored candies, caramel, pirate tobacco, sugar cane, and vanilla beans.

MOVIE NIGHT
When I was younger, my life was one huge, fast merry-go-round of bars and dance clubs but I have found that there is nothing better that a lazy evening of a movie and popcorn with my best friend and her Dog Mom Wednesday.

My life is full of love and my belly is full of popcorn. What could be better?

Popcorn and jelly beans.

MUDDY PUDDLES
Lilith is never going to let me grow old, and why would I want to? Especially when there are muddy puddles just waiting to be splashed in and mom is waiting with a warm mug of chocolate.
I love the rain and my family.

The scent of hot chocolate with marshmallows after a long day of puddle-hopping.

ONCE UPON A TIME
Once upon a time there once was a King and a Princess that both adored books.
Every night they would retire to the royal chambers and read together.
Sometimes they read about castles.
Sometimes they read about superheroes.
They would about read about pigs that could fly, exploding cows, purple crayons, and imaginary friends. The stories changed, but always they would lie side by side and enjoy each other’s company.

I love my little Princess. I hope we always read stories and make stories together, forever.

Our bedtime scent: French lavender, hops, yarrow, Roman chamomile, and a drop of vanilla.

TRANQUILITY
Sunday mornings are made for the tranquility of a quiet family breakfast.

Totally-not-healthy breakfast cereals, spilled milk, a smushed bit of banana, and the last gloopy bits of latte foam.

THE WORST PILLOW
Lilith and I have a game where I lie down on her like I’m going to sleep and say, “My pillow is lumpy. What a lumpy pillow.” Then I try to fluff up my pillow. She tries to get away while I yell, “COME BACK PILLOW!”

This photo was taken while we were in Seattle; laughing and giggling is what we do best.

Coffee and junk food room service: a fluffy coffee scent, all pillowy vanilla, caramel, and roasted beans.

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September 16th, 2015

We invite you to join us for our West Coast, San Francisco Bay Area, and Dirty South Lunacy events this September for your opportunity to purchase the latest scents, and get a sneak preview of what's coming soon.

The blends available for purchase include those that went live on the Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab website up to and including the Scalia and Carnival Diabolique updates (please note that stock may be limited).

Our Lunacy events are held on the night of the full moon and are always free.

The San Francisco Bay Area Lunacy Event will be held on Friday, September 25th from 6 to 8pm at Loved To Death.

Loved To Death
1681 Haight St.
San Francisco, CA 94117

www.lovedtodeath.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

The Dirty South Lunacy Event will be held on Sunday, September 27th from 4 to 7pm at the Microtel Inn and Suites by Wyndham at Perimeter Center

6280 Peachwood Dunwoody Rd
(In the conference/meeting room)
Atlanta, GA 30328

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

The West Coast Lunacy Event will be held on Sunday, September 27th from 4 to 7pm at Dark Delicacies.

Dark Delicacies
3512 W. Magnolia Blvd
(1 block east of Hollywood Way)
Burbank, CA 91505

www.darkdel.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

Remaining Lunacy Event Dates for 2015

West Coast:
Tuesday, October 27th

Future West Coast, Dirty South, San Francisco Bay Area, and Salem Lunacy Event Dates are TBA

If you have any questions, please email us at willcall@blackphoenixalchemylab.com.

Hope to see you there!

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August 31st, 2015

Continuing with Tabula Selenographica’s trip through the lunar landscape, we are thrilled to present:

The Sea of Fecundity: clove and allspice with chamomile, strawberry leaf, sweetly aged patchouli, squill root, acorns, and bright mosses.

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August 20th, 2015

Lunacy and Dragon Con are fast approaching. First up, this month’s Lunacy events.

We invite you to join us for our West Coast, San Francisco Bay Area, and Dirty South Lunacy events this August for your opportunity to purchase the latest scents, and get a sneak preview of what’s coming soon.

The blends that will be available for purchase include those that went live on the Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab website up to and including the Scalia and Carnival Diabolique updates (please note that stock may be limited).

Also, this month, Beth, Ted, Brian, and Lilith will be traveling up north to be at the San Francisco Bay Area Lunacy Event.

Our Lunacy events are held on the night of the full moon and are always free.


The San Francisco Bay Area Lunacy Event will be held on Wednesday, August 26th from 6 to 8pm at Loved To Death.

Loved To Death
1681 Haight St.
San Francisco, CA 94117

www.lovedtodeath.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.


The Dirth South Lunacy Event will be held on Sunday, August 30th from 4 to 7pm at the Microtel Inn and Suites by Wyndham at Perimeter Center

6280 Peachwood Dunwoody Rd
(In the conference/meeting room)
Atlanta, GA 30328

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.


The West Coast Lunacy Event will be held on Sunday, August 30th from 4 to 7pm at Dark Delicacies.

Dark Delicacies
3512 W. Magnolia Blvd
(1 block east of Hollywood Way)
Burbank, CA 91505

www.darkdel.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.


We also have three new exclusive scents for Dark Delicacies.

We have created a scent to commemorate Midian Unmade, a book of short stories inspired by Clive Barker’s Cabal.

MIDIAN UNMADE
A hint of lonliness
A desire for belonging
The copper taste of blood
The reuniting of the Breed
Inevitable
–          Del Howison

Blood-soaked soil, scorched cypress branches, and faint remnants of Baphomet’s temple incense.

We have also created a pair of scents inspired by Sue and Del’s home states: Elmwood Cemetery for Michigan, and Grove Street Cemetery for Connecticut.

ELMWOOD CEMETERY
Red baneberry, purple prairie clover, wild bergamot, bloodroot, purple dead-nettle, hemlock, and bog rosemary twined into a waft of frankincense and myrrh.

GROVE STREET CEMETERY
Lyre-leaved sage, moth mullein, dandelions, and sweet white violet creeping through ancient brownstone walls and crumbling shale.

All three are available exclusively at www.darkdel.com


Remaining Lunacy Event Dates for 2015

West Coast:

Sunday, September 27th
Tuesday, October 27th

Future Dirty South, San Francisco Bay Area, and Salem Lunacy Event Dates are TBA

If you have any questions, please email us at willcall@blackphoenixalchemylab.com.

Hope to see you there!

August 19th, 2015

++ BLACK PHOENIX ALCHEMY LAB DRAGONCON 2015

Here be the limited edition scents for DragonCon 2015! A return to the Peach Pit, and a few stray dragons (and dragon’ish creatures) inspired by Medieval marginalia:

++ BLACK PHOENIX ALCHEMY LAB DRAGONCON 2015: PEACH PIT

PEACH IX

Rose musk, peach blossom, and vanilla cream.

PEACH X

Peach, iris root, King mandarin, and lime rind.

PEACH XI

Peach, white sandalwood, golden amber, gurjum balsam, leather accord, and oudh.

PEACH XII

Snow-touched sparkling peach glacé with green tea absolute, pink grapefruit, and white musk.

PEACH XIII

Peach, red musk, cypress, myrrh, vetiver, champa resinoid, and patchouli.

PEACH XIV

Peach and Moroccan sandalwood with wild strawberry, vanilla pod, and caramelized benzoin.

++ BLACK PHOENIX ALCHEMY LAB DRAGONCON 2015: DRAGON CAVE

ILL-MANNERED DRAGON

So rude! Dragon’s blood resin, coconut, vanilla bean, and neroli.

RECALCITRANT DRAGON

If you don't finish your peasant, you can't have any dessert! Scaly green musk, smoked vanilla, tobacco, and white sandalwood.

++ BLACK PHOENIX TRADING POST DRAGONCON 2015: ATMOSPHERE SPRAYS

STILL LIFE WITH PEACHES: HERCULANEUM, AD50

Myrrh incense and olive blossom drifting over peaches roasted in honeyed wine, cumin, and mint.

HOUSEBREAKING YOUR DRAGON

Never an easy task! Thankfully, this spray will eliminate the scent of even the most sulphrous dragon dooky residue: lemon and lemongrass with lavender, sweet orange, pink grapefruit, pimento, and a drop of rosemary.

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++ BLACK PHOENIX TRADING POST DRAGONCON 2015: HAIR GLOSS

DRAGON WITH A LLAMA MOHAWK

Golden amber and dragon’s blood resin with champaca, honey, and macadamia nut.

RENOIR’S STILL LIFE WITH PEACHES
Auguste Renoir

Peach and orange blossom with amber, apricot, red pepper, cistus, lime, white musk, and vanilla.

STILL LIFE WITH MELON AND PEACHES
Edouard Manet

Peach, white rose, and charentais melon with tuberose, French vanilla, Darjeeling tea, white sandalwood, and soft musk.

STILL LIFE WITH PEACHES, A SILVER GOBLET, GRAPES AND WALNUTS
Jean-Siméon Chardin

Peach with tonka absolute, walnut hulls, velvet red musk, oudh, black patchouli, smoked clove, and a hint of black grape skin.

Atmosphere sprays are $25, hair glosses are $28, and perfumes are $26. Available exclusively at our booth at DragonCon!

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Cosplayers: Our Cosplay Station returns this year for any last minute fixes.

Booth 1319
Floor 1
Americasmart
235 Williams Street NW,
Building 2
Atlanta GA, 30303

Both Carnival Diabolique and our Scalia Collection will also be available at Dragon Con.

++ THE COLLECTED POETIC WORKS OF ANTONIN SCALIA

Hubris is sometimes defined as o’erweening pride; and pride, we know, goeth before a fall.

We’ve had myriad political figures throughout US history who have possessed acid tongues, but few in the modern era have provided such a constant stream of colorfully vitriolic superlatives as Antonin Scalia.

He is the federal court’s beat poet of indignation and right-wing rage.

For your pleasure, we present a line dedicated to SCOTUS’ reigning Sick Burn Champion, the cranky, flamboyant, inimitable Justice Antonin Gregory Scalia. Proceeds from every single bottle will be donated to the Southern Poverty Law Center, the Trevor Project, and the National Center for Transgender Equality.

ASK THE NEAREST HIPPIE

Obergefell vs Hodges

Who ever thought that intimacy and spirituality [whatever that means] were freedoms? And if intimacy is, one would think Freedom of Intimacy is abridged rather than expanded by marriage. Ask the nearest hippie.

An olfactory guide, created to assist you in locating nearby hippies: patchouli, hemp, smoky vanilla bean, and cannabis accord.

(No, there is no actual weed in this perfume, silly.)

JIGGERY POKERY

King vs Burwell

The Court’s next bit of interpretive jiggery-pokery involves other parts of the Act that purportedly presuppose the availability of tax credits on both federal and state Exchanges. Ante, at 13–14.

I dunno. “Jiggery Pokery” just felt like it needed a whimsical scent attached to it, so here’s some pink pepper cotton candy with a sliver of orange peel and a hint of vanilla cream.

LOOMING SPECTRE OF INUTTERABLE HORROR

Arizona vs United States

We are not talking here about a federal law prohibiting the States from regulating bubble-gum advertising, or even the construction of nuclear plants. We are talking about a federal law going to the core of state sovereignty: the power to exclude.

The Court opinion’s looming specter of inutterable horror—“[i]f §3 of the Arizona statute were valid, every State could give itself independent authority to prosecute federal registration violations”—seems to me not so horrible and even less looming.

If securing its territory in this fashion is not within the power of Arizona, we should cease referring to it as a sovereign State.

Wherein Scalia channels Lovecraft: raw frankincense and tobacco absolute with Russian leather, blackened champaca, bitter clove, red patchouli, bourbon vanilla and petitgrain.

MUMMERIES AND STRAINING-TO-BE- MEMORABLE PASSAGES

Obergefell vs Hodges

Buried beneath the mummeries and straining-to-be-memorable passages of the opinion is a candid and startling assertion: No matter what it was the People ratified, the Fourteenth Amendment protects those rights that the Judiciary, in its 'reasoned judgment,' thinks the Fourteenth Amendment ought to protect.

Rosemary is for remembrance: rosemary water with lavender, blackberry, Italian bergamot, and white musk.

MYSTICAL APHORISMS OF THE FORTUNE COOKIE

Obergefell vs Hodges

If, even as the price to be paid for a fifth vote, I ever joined an opinion for the Court that began: ‘The Constitution promises liberty to all within its reach, a liberty that includes certain specific rights that allow persons, within a lawful realm, to define and express their identity,’ I would hide my head in a bag. The Supreme Court of the United States has descended from the disciplined legal reasoning of John Marshall and Joseph Story to the mystical aphorisms of the fortune cookie.

Almond fortune cookies and a bit of roadside palm reader-inspired incense.

PURE APPLESAUCE

King vs Burwell

The Court claims that the Act must equate federal and state establishment of Exchanges when it defines a qualified individual as someone who (among other things) lives in the “State that established the Exchange,” 42 U. S. C. §18032(f )(1)(A). Otherwise, the Court says, there would be no qualified individuals on federal Exchanges, contradicting (for example) the provision requiring every Exchange to take the “ ‘interests of qualified individuals’ ” into account when selecting health plans. Ante, at 11 (quoting §18031(e)(1)(b)). Pure applesauce.

Our applesauce is decidedly impure: mashed apples with sugar and honey, slivered with tobacco tar and black tea.

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Carnaval Diabolique has reappeared, after an extended tour through Malbolge and Cocytus. Acts I & II have returned, and the remaining acts will follow. Art by the inimitable Julie Dillon, represented in the Carnaval as Iulia. A selection of scents have been gently (and not-so-gently!) reformulated in this itieration.

Each scent travels with its pitch card. Purchases of Mme Moriarty come with a randomly drawn tarot card for a little impromptu divination. Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab is not responsible for any dire tidings or baneful portents that may come your way.

And now, without further ado -

CARNAVAL DIABOLIQUE

A Pantomime of Deviltry and Debauch in Seven Acts

++ ACT 1: THE PROLOGUE

Tattered and stained parchment signs lead you through a maze of dark woods and damp leaves; a curl of opium smoke, black musk and floral perfume compels you through the darkness towards the firelight in the distance. The faraway wailing of a phantom calliope grows louder as you approach the isolated clearing, and creaking gates announce your arrival. Massive crumbling statues adorn the gates, depicting a surrealistic scene of cavorting imps, grinning demons, and heavy-lidded succubi. A huge neon sign hums and sparks, marking the entrance:

It flashes, “Carnaval Diabolique”.

It is midnight on the midway, and in the air, the scent of nighttime rain, ozone, and heavy summer blooms mingles with thick incense, and a disconcerting blend of sugar and brimstone. Black and orange banners flutter in sinister gaiety, snapping weirdly in the chill breeze as lightning slashes through the sky. In the gloom, the Carnaval thrums with life and unlife; the murmuration is low-pitched, punctuated by gasps, soft cries, and moans, and the smooth, resonant voices of the carnaval talkers, grinders, candy butchers, and pitchmen carry over it all.

CARNAVAL DIABOLIQUE
Straight from the twisted alleys of Dis, by way of the City of Angels: opium smoke, lemon flower, heliotrope, tuberose, black musk, vanilla, coconut, apricot flower.

MIDNIGHT ON THE MIDWAY
Lightning splits the sky, illuminating the skeletal skyline of the carnival rides: sugared incense, flickering blue musk, and night-blooming flowers.

THE PHANTOM CALLIOPE
Ghostly, glowing, sweet and dark: black cherry, patchouli, cassis, cardamom and verbena.

THE CANDY BUTCHER
An exquisite, enigmatic woman sidles up to you, bearing a tray of strange, dusty curios, chocolate creatures, serpentine taffy, and candied skulls. Her skin is dusky, her eyes are heavy-lidded and sensual, her hair is the fine, soft white of spun sugar, and her skin is softly scented with cocoa. She holds a shrunken head aloft, and beckons.

Bittersweet chocolate with a heavy cream undertone.

++ ACT 2: FIAT NOX

A surge of warm, dark bodies buoys you along, pulling you past the crowded, candle-lit entrances to innumerable tents striped in bone white, blood red, pumpkin orange and twilight violet canvas. Through the shadows cast by the gaslamps and swinging red lanterns, you move through the ghoulish entertainment.

MME. MORIARTY, MISFORTUNE TELLER
A colorless woman bursts from an elaborate gold and ruby tent and faints dead at your feet. Soft laughter emits from the dark entrance to the tent, and the scent of musk, black fruits and incense touches your senses. Looking up, you see that the sign hovering above the unconscious woman is adorned with images of the Major Arcana’s Tower and reads:

“Mme. Moriarty, Misfortune Teller.
No fate too grim, no future too bleak.”

A tiny woman with floor-length black dreadlocks walks out of the tent, stepping over the prone body. She is clothed in deep red wrappings, and is bedecked in golden ornaments bearing alchemical symbols and charms representing eternity, chance, and wisdom. She pauses, looks you over slowly, and then flicks a tarot card at your feet.

Red musk, vanilla bean, pomegranate, black currant, patchouli leaf and wild plum.

THE ORGAN GRINDER
A handsome, dark-skinned man weaves and dances his way through the crowd. Veves have been burned into the face of his old acoustic guitar, which he strums casually as he strolls though the crowd. A winged Capuchin monkey is balanced on his shoulder, holding out a rusty metal cup. The guitar player’s melancholy chords begin to mingle strangely with a cacophonous jangling sound. The discordant symphony grows and swells as he moves toward a cloaked and hooded figure; this spectre’s skeletal hands operate a dilapidated barrel organ that stands at a crossroads in the midway. As they come together, the music hits a nightmarish crescendo; your heart heaves with longings unfulfilled, your vision swims, and your head is filled with whispered incantations and gallows secrets. In that instant, you suddenly understand the profundity of deals made in Heaven and Hell, and the price of desire.

Almond milk, sarsaparilla, tobacco smoke, High John the Conqueror root, coconut hull, black patchouli and white pine bark.

PULCINELLA & TERESINA
Your eyes are drawn to a gilded miniature stage whose sign reads: "All Praises to the Lord of Misrule!" Upon the platform, a sneering wooden jester waltzes with a hollow-eyed and bleeding wooden maiden, while a wooden devil floats above them.

Labdanum, cedar, teak and red rose.

MELISANDE, THE PUPPET MISTRESS
Behind the diminutive stage, the puppet mistress stands, a pale and grinning Professor, the Lady of Chaos. Her hands are tangled in web-like strings; a swazzle peeks through her violet lips. Behind her, you see a wavering image, with all the vague haziness of a mirage: a leaping coyote, a flame-haired and scarred Norseman, a glittering golden spider, a laughing monkey, a leering satyr, a shadowy flutist, and an African youth dressed in black and red.

Jasmine sambac, dark musk, violet water, vanilla bean and mimosa.

DOC CONSTANTINE
As you pass the tiny stage, you come across a large canvas tent, illuminated within, the exterior dotted with odd splatters. In front of the tent stands a scorched wooden cart covered in a jumble of bottles, jars, vials and twisted steel implements, and an elaborate, gold-gilded sign reads:

“Doc Constantine Cures What Ails Ye!
Liniments, salves, potions and elixirs for every malady of the body and spirit!”

A scream splits the air, jarring you. You see shadows move jaggedly within the tent, there is another scream, and all is suddenly still and silent. After a long heartbeat, the door flap opens. A man steps out wearing a crystal-eyed schnabel mask in the style of medieval plague doctors, carmine streaking his sleeves, vest, and the blonde hair that crowns him. He pulls off the mask, and you see a handsome figure, almost beatific. He rolls a cigarette, lights it, takes a deep pull, and winks at you slyly as he gestures at the multitude of concoctions he has for sale. A bent crone, her body as bowed and knotty as an ancient oak, shuffles up to the wagon with rosy-cheeked, tow-headed maiden following her at a small distance. As she approaches the doctor, the crone gestures at herself, running a gnarled hand down her body in a sweeping movement, and casting a sideways glance at her grandchild. Smiling an angel’s smile, Doc Constantine hands the old woman a potion the color of cold, congealed blood. She drinks it quickly, gasping. Before your eyes her body shimmers and blurs, and a shower of dark sparks seems to engulf her. Where the crone stood, there is now a voluptuous, raven-haired vixen, vibrant, sensual, at the prime of her life and sexual vitality. Her shriek of joy is interrupted by another’s scream of shock: the rigors of age have not vanished; they have moved aside, and the young woman has aged horribly, taking on the crone’s burden.

Sheer musk, cedar smoke, fir needle, chaparral, black amber and leather.

XANTHE, THE WEEPING CLOWN
From the corner of your eye, you see what seems to be a swirl of pale, translucent spirits. Ghostly in form, their faces are masks of pain and fury. Their insubstantial bodies churn and roil around a hissing, wailing clown. Her greasepaint is smeared with tears, and her fanged crimson mouth is turned down in a vicious scowl while blood drips from her lips. Her costume is torn and threadbare, and a steel-bright glint around her waist draws your eyes to an arsenal of razors, knives, and cleavers hanging from her belt. She swats futilely at the spirits as she shoves and scratches her way through the crowd.

Guava, orange peel, white pepper, spun sugar and apple blossom.

IULIA, L'ARTISTE du DIABLE
A chittering buzz rises from a small crowd that has gathered around an opulent velvet-draped tent. Some are fidgeting impatiently; others try in vain to peep within the tent. Within moments, a slim, stunningly handsome man emerges from the entryway to the sound of gasps and scattered applause. His face is lit with fierce joy, and he bows almost smugly to the assemblage. Grabbing a flirtatious blonde from the mob, he kisses her in a rush of mad passion, his arm encircles her waist, and he leads her directly to a nearby opium den. The crowd disperses, and curiosity pulls you forward. You push open the fringed, beaded tent-flap and enter the dimly-lit room. A lovely, voluptuous redhead stands before an ornate antique easel. Her luminous alabaster skin and the phosphorescence emanating from her paintbrush seem to be the only source of light. As you adjust to the gloom, you see that the walls are covered with atrocities: an exhibit of dissolution. The myriad canvases show men and women in various stages of rot and decay, a panoply of indulgence, teeth set in fury, mouths leering in lust, hands grasping greedily.

The scarlet woman turns her gleaming sightless eyes towards you and, in a husky, compelling voice, she speaks:

“Why let the years tear at your youthful splendor? Why let the mark of your sins stain your fine features? Will you let the cold, creeping grasp of time and the toil of temptation mar your visage? Why should the pleasures of our flesh wreak such havoc?”

She leans in close to you and whispers, “Let me capture your soul on this canvas in oil and blood, and you will be beautiful forever.”

White tea, sugar cane, orange blossom, rockrose, lemon balm, white mint, and honey.

THEODOSIUS, THE LEGERDEMAIN
A flash of light and the smell of sulfur seize your attention. A vast black tent stands before you, subtly glowing with an unnatural, almost phosphorescent light. This tent has no pennants, no ornamentation, save for a carved ebony sign, lettered in silver:

“Master Theodosius
Legerdemain, Medium, Conjurer
One thousand years of marvels.
Enter at your peril.”

Another flash blinds you, and from a swirl of smoke a rakish, devilishly handsome man appears, long black hair falling down halfway to his waist, elegant and sinister in an inky silk tuxedo and a voluminous cape. The shadow he casts against the tent, oddly, seems to be that of an enormous corvus, and his eyes radiate a deep azure light. Staring fixedly at you, he snaps his fingers, and two bolts of violet lightning strike the ground on either side of him, blinding you momentarily. As your eyes adjust, you see that two lovely, slender, waiflike women now stand upon the scarred ground beside him, dressed in tattered ballerina costumes the nebulous color of smoke. Turning to his right, he touches the woman’s lips and says, “Seachd seachd uair!” She opens her mouth, and a flock of diminutive bats fly forth from her throat. Turning to his left, he touches the other woman’s hair and repeats, “Seachd seachd uair!” What once was a gleaming mane of stark white hair is now a nest of writhing vipers. She opens her mouth, baring fangs, and spits forth a thin stream of venom. The Master swirls his cape, which suddenly seems to grow and twist like a living shadow, and in a final flash of red lightning and a deafening thunderclap, he and both his assistants vanish.

Earl Grey tea leaves, a white fougere, jasmine leaf, pearlescent white musk, and vanilla bean.

ANTONINO, THE CARNY TALKER
As you approach an enormous patchwork tent, a curious sound catches your attention: the rattle of bones and the tinkling of tiny bells heralds the arrival of a gaunt and ghastly creature. An animated skeleton dressed in a jester’s motley saunters towards the front of the tent, waving an orange and black striped cane at the crowd in an effort to clear a path. The jester makes his way past the fog-shrouded, faded, colossal posters that adorn the tent to a platform in front of the massive tent’s entrance. His ivory smile frozen in a gleeful rictus grin, he steps up onto the platform, taps the cane three times, and the jester costume vanishes. Suddenly dark eyes appear in the empty sockets, bones are wrapped in muscle, sinew grows over the bones, blood fills rapidly appearing veins. Before your eyes, the skeletal jester has become a dapper, handsome man, dressed in black and orange, with a skull-ornamented straw hat tilted jauntily upon his shining black hair.

His smile is slick and conspiratorial. With a flourish and arcing wave of his cane, he booms:

“Step right up, ladies and gentlemen! This is Carnaval Diabolique’s notorious 13-In-1: the finest freak show in all the Hells! What marvels await you, you ask? Simply the strangest and most fantastic creatures, human and inhuman, gathered for your entertainment, enlightenment and erudition!”

With the cane, he gestures at the gigantic posters that adorn the tent. The images, once hazy, suddenly come into focus.

“From the depths of the Black Forest: Arachnina, the Spider Girl! From the rain-swept streets of London: Hope and Faith, the Siamese Twins! From ruins of old Aquae Sextia: Wulric, the Wolf Man!

"Thalassa, the Galapagos Mermaid! A vision of life-in-death, Eshe!

"All in all, THIRTEEN anatomical curiosities, miracles of genetics, magick and science, masters of marvels, ALIVE ON THE INSIDE!”

White musk, wild plum, vetiver, black coconut, verbena, fig, and lavender.

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July 29th, 2015

There’s much to announce!

This month’s blue moon hangs high and bright, and with it, Terra Caloris and Blue Moon have reappeared:

TERRA CALORIS

The Land of Heat: red musk flickering with hot red amber, red pepper, scorched thyme, frankincense, green cardamom, and Ceylon cinnamon.

Caution: this oil contains cinnamon, and is not suitable for those with sensitive skin.

BLUE MOON JULY 2015

The spirit of the full moon is capricious, intense and passionate, yet still distant, aloof and cold. Luna herself governs glamours, bewitchments and dream-work, innocent wonder, transient pleasure and delight, the Moment, impulse, mystery and veils. The Blue Moon is one of her rarest manifestations, and this scent is formulated to encapsulate her most complex and profound nature:

Mugwort and bay, for psychic sensitivity…
Myrrh for protection and purity of spirit…
Lotus root for true dreaming…
Clary sage for euphoria…

… within a crystalline prism of white vegetal musk shimmering with damp violet leaf, tranquil styrax, green tea absolute, and palmarosa.

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We have created a scent to commemorate Midian Unmade. The scent is sold exclusively at Dark Delicacies and on the Dark Delicacies web site.

Inspired by Clive Barker’s Cabal, this volume of short stories, edited by Stoker Award-winning anthologist Del Howison and internationally bestselling urban fantasy author Joseph Nassise, Midian Unmade tells us of Midian after the fall. Contributors to Midian Unmade include: Karl Alexander, author of the classic novel Time After Time; actor, writer, and director Amber Benson (Tara Maclay on Buffy the Vampire Slayer); New York Times bestselling author Nancy Holder; Hugo and John W. Campbell Award-winner Seanan McGuire; Bram Stoker Award winner Weston Ochse, David J. Schow, winner of the World Fantasy Award, writer of the screenplay for The Crow; New York Times bestselling writer Stephen Woodworth.

MIDIAN UNMADE
A hint of lonliness
A desire for belonging
The copper taste of blood
The reuniting of the Breed
Inevitable
–          Del Howison

Midian Unmade: blood-soaked soil, scorched cypress branches, and faint remnants of Baphomet’s temple incense.

At this time, Dark Delicacies is only able to process domestic mail order purchases for BPAL scents.

DARK DELICACIES

DARK DELICACIES: MIDIAN UNMADE SIGNING

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++ THE COLLECTED POETIC WORKS OF ANTONIN SCALIA

Hubris is sometimes defined as o’erweening pride; and pride, we know, goeth before a fall.

We’ve had myriad political figures throughout US history who have possessed acid tongues, but few in the modern era have provided such a constant stream of colorfully vitriolic superlatives as Antonin Scalia.

He is the federal court’s beat poet of indignation and right-wing rage.

For your pleasure, we present a line dedicated to SCOTUS’ reigning Sick Burn Champion, the cranky, flamboyant, inimitable Justice Antonin Gregory Scalia. Proceeds from every single bottle will be donated to the Southern Poverty Law Center, the Trevor Project, and the National Center for Transgender Equality.

ASK THE NEAREST HIPPIE

Obergefell vs Hodges

Who ever thought that intimacy and spirituality [whatever that means] were freedoms? And if intimacy is, one would think Freedom of Intimacy is abridged rather than expanded by marriage. Ask the nearest hippie.

An olfactory guide, created to assist you in locating nearby hippies: patchouli, hemp, smoky vanilla bean, and cannabis accord.

(No, there is no actual weed in this perfume, silly.)

JIGGERY POKERY

King vs Burwell

The Court’s next bit of interpretive jiggery-pokery involves other parts of the Act that purportedly presuppose the availability of tax credits on both federal and state Exchanges. Ante, at 13–14.

I dunno. “Jiggery Pokery” just felt like it needed a whimsical scent attached to it, so here’s some pink pepper cotton candy with a sliver of orange peel and a hint of vanilla cream.

LOOMING SPECTRE OF INUTTERABLE HORROR

Arizona vs United States

We are not talking here about a federal law prohibiting the States from regulating bubble-gum advertising, or even the construction of nuclear plants. We are talking about a federal law going to the core of state sovereignty: the power to exclude.

The Court opinion’s looming specter of inutterable horror—“[i]f §3 of the Arizona statute were valid, every State could give itself independent authority to prosecute federal registration violations”—seems to me not so horrible and even less looming.

If securing its territory in this fashion is not within the power of Arizona, we should cease referring to it as a sovereign State.

Wherein Scalia channels Lovecraft: raw frankincense and tobacco absolute with Russian leather, blackened champaca, bitter clove, red patchouli, bourbon vanilla and petitgrain.

MUMMERIES AND STRAINING-TO-BE- MEMORABLE PASSAGES

Obergefell vs Hodges

Buried beneath the mummeries and straining-to-be-memorable passages of the opinion is a candid and startling assertion: No matter what it was the People ratified, the Fourteenth Amendment protects those rights that the Judiciary, in its 'reasoned judgment,' thinks the Fourteenth Amendment ought to protect.

Rosemary is for remembrance: rosemary water with lavender, blackberry, Italian bergamot, and white musk.

MYSTICAL APHORISMS OF THE FORTUNE COOKIE

Obergefell vs Hodges

If, even as the price to be paid for a fifth vote, I ever joined an opinion for the Court that began: ‘The Constitution promises liberty to all within its reach, a liberty that includes certain specific rights that allow persons, within a lawful realm, to define and express their identity,’ I would hide my head in a bag. The Supreme Court of the United States has descended from the disciplined legal reasoning of John Marshall and Joseph Story to the mystical aphorisms of the fortune cookie.

Almond fortune cookies and a bit of roadside palm reader-inspired incense.

PURE APPLESAUCE

King vs Burwell

The Court claims that the Act must equate federal and state establishment of Exchanges when it defines a qualified individual as someone who (among other things) lives in the “State that established the Exchange,” 42 U. S. C. §18032(f )(1)(A). Otherwise, the Court says, there would be no qualified individuals on federal Exchanges, contradicting (for example) the provision requiring every Exchange to take the “ ‘interests of qualified individuals’ ” into account when selecting health plans. Ante, at 11 (quoting §18031(e)(1)(b)). Pure applesauce.

Our applesauce is decidedly impure: mashed apples with sugar and honey, slivered with tobacco tar and black tea.

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Carnaval Diabolique has reappeared, after an extended tour through Malbolge and Cocytus. Acts I & II have returned, and the remaining acts will follow. Art by the inimitable Julie Dillon, represented in the Carnaval as Iulia. A selection of scents have been gently (and not-so-gently!) reformulated in this itieration.

Each scent travels with its pitch card. Purchases of Mme Moriarty come with a randomly drawn tarot card for a little impromptu divination. Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab is not responsible for any dire tidings or baneful portents that may come your way.

And now, without further ado -

CARNAVAL DIABOLIQUE

A Pantomime of Deviltry and Debauch in Seven Acts

++ ACT 1: THE PROLOGUE

Tattered and stained parchment signs lead you through a maze of dark woods and damp leaves; a curl of opium smoke, black musk and floral perfume compels you through the darkness towards the firelight in the distance. The faraway wailing of a phantom calliope grows louder as you approach the isolated clearing, and creaking gates announce your arrival. Massive crumbling statues adorn the gates, depicting a surrealistic scene of cavorting imps, grinning demons, and heavy-lidded succubi. A huge neon sign hums and sparks, marking the entrance:

It flashes, “Carnaval Diabolique”.

It is midnight on the midway, and in the air, the scent of nighttime rain, ozone, and heavy summer blooms mingles with thick incense, and a disconcerting blend of sugar and brimstone. Black and orange banners flutter in sinister gaiety, snapping weirdly in the chill breeze as lightning slashes through the sky. In the gloom, the Carnaval thrums with life and unlife; the murmuration is low-pitched, punctuated by gasps, soft cries, and moans, and the smooth, resonant voices of the carnaval talkers, grinders, candy butchers, and pitchmen carry over it all.

CARNAVAL DIABOLIQUE
Straight from the twisted alleys of Dis, by way of the City of Angels: opium smoke, lemon flower, heliotrope, tuberose, black musk, vanilla, coconut, apricot flower.

MIDNIGHT ON THE MIDWAY
Lightning splits the sky, illuminating the skeletal skyline of the carnival rides: sugared incense, flickering blue musk, and night-blooming flowers.

THE PHANTOM CALLIOPE
Ghostly, glowing, sweet and dark: black cherry, patchouli, cassis, cardamom and verbena.

THE CANDY BUTCHER
An exquisite, enigmatic woman sidles up to you, bearing a tray of strange, dusty curios, chocolate creatures, serpentine taffy, and candied skulls. Her skin is dusky, her eyes are heavy-lidded and sensual, her hair is the fine, soft white of spun sugar, and her skin is softly scented with cocoa. She holds a shrunken head aloft, and beckons.

Bittersweet chocolate with a heavy cream undertone.

++ ACT 2: FIAT NOX

A surge of warm, dark bodies buoys you along, pulling you past the crowded, candle-lit entrances to innumerable tents striped in bone white, blood red, pumpkin orange and twilight violet canvas. Through the shadows cast by the gaslamps and swinging red lanterns, you move through the ghoulish entertainment.

MME. MORIARTY, MISFORTUNE TELLER
A colorless woman bursts from an elaborate gold and ruby tent and faints dead at your feet. Soft laughter emits from the dark entrance to the tent, and the scent of musk, black fruits and incense touches your senses. Looking up, you see that the sign hovering above the unconscious woman is adorned with images of the Major Arcana’s Tower and reads:

“Mme. Moriarty, Misfortune Teller.
No fate too grim, no future too bleak.”

A tiny woman with floor-length black dreadlocks walks out of the tent, stepping over the prone body. She is clothed in deep red wrappings, and is bedecked in golden ornaments bearing alchemical symbols and charms representing eternity, chance, and wisdom. She pauses, looks you over slowly, and then flicks a tarot card at your feet.

Red musk, vanilla bean, pomegranate, black currant, patchouli leaf and wild plum.

THE ORGAN GRINDER
A handsome, dark-skinned man weaves and dances his way through the crowd. Veves have been burned into the face of his old acoustic guitar, which he strums casually as he strolls though the crowd. A winged Capuchin monkey is balanced on his shoulder, holding out a rusty metal cup. The guitar player’s melancholy chords begin to mingle strangely with a cacophonous jangling sound. The discordant symphony grows and swells as he moves toward a cloaked and hooded figure; this spectre’s skeletal hands operate a dilapidated barrel organ that stands at a crossroads in the midway. As they come together, the music hits a nightmarish crescendo; your heart heaves with longings unfulfilled, your vision swims, and your head is filled with whispered incantations and gallows secrets. In that instant, you suddenly understand the profundity of deals made in Heaven and Hell, and the price of desire.

Almond milk, sarsaparilla, tobacco smoke, High John the Conqueror root, coconut hull, black patchouli and white pine bark.

PULCINELLA & TERESINA
Your eyes are drawn to a gilded miniature stage whose sign reads: "All Praises to the Lord of Misrule!" Upon the platform, a sneering wooden jester waltzes with a hollow-eyed and bleeding wooden maiden, while a wooden devil floats above them.

Labdanum, cedar, teak and red rose.

MELISANDE, THE PUPPET MISTRESS
Behind the diminutive stage, the puppet mistress stands, a pale and grinning Professor, the Lady of Chaos. Her hands are tangled in web-like strings; a swazzle peeks through her violet lips. Behind her, you see a wavering image, with all the vague haziness of a mirage: a leaping coyote, a flame-haired and scarred Norseman, a glittering golden spider, a laughing monkey, a leering satyr, a shadowy flutist, and an African youth dressed in black and red.

Jasmine sambac, dark musk, violet water, vanilla bean and mimosa.

DOC CONSTANTINE
As you pass the tiny stage, you come across a large canvas tent, illuminated within, the exterior dotted with odd splatters. In front of the tent stands a scorched wooden cart covered in a jumble of bottles, jars, vials and twisted steel implements, and an elaborate, gold-gilded sign reads:

“Doc Constantine Cures What Ails Ye!
Liniments, salves, potions and elixirs for every malady of the body and spirit!”

A scream splits the air, jarring you. You see shadows move jaggedly within the tent, there is another scream, and all is suddenly still and silent. After a long heartbeat, the door flap opens. A man steps out wearing a crystal-eyed schnabel mask in the style of medieval plague doctors, carmine streaking his sleeves, vest, and the blonde hair that crowns him. He pulls off the mask, and you see a handsome figure, almost beatific. He rolls a cigarette, lights it, takes a deep pull, and winks at you slyly as he gestures at the multitude of concoctions he has for sale. A bent crone, her body as bowed and knotty as an ancient oak, shuffles up to the wagon with rosy-cheeked, tow-headed maiden following her at a small distance. As she approaches the doctor, the crone gestures at herself, running a gnarled hand down her body in a sweeping movement, and casting a sideways glance at her grandchild. Smiling an angel’s smile, Doc Constantine hands the old woman a potion the color of cold, congealed blood. She drinks it quickly, gasping. Before your eyes her body shimmers and blurs, and a shower of dark sparks seems to engulf her. Where the crone stood, there is now a voluptuous, raven-haired vixen, vibrant, sensual, at the prime of her life and sexual vitality. Her shriek of joy is interrupted by another’s scream of shock: the rigors of age have not vanished; they have moved aside, and the young woman has aged horribly, taking on the crone’s burden.

Sheer musk, cedar smoke, fir needle, chaparral, black amber and leather.

XANTHE, THE WEEPING CLOWN
From the corner of your eye, you see what seems to be a swirl of pale, translucent spirits. Ghostly in form, their faces are masks of pain and fury. Their insubstantial bodies churn and roil around a hissing, wailing clown. Her greasepaint is smeared with tears, and her fanged crimson mouth is turned down in a vicious scowl while blood drips from her lips. Her costume is torn and threadbare, and a steel-bright glint around her waist draws your eyes to an arsenal of razors, knives, and cleavers hanging from her belt. She swats futilely at the spirits as she shoves and scratches her way through the crowd.

Guava, orange peel, white pepper, spun sugar and apple blossom.

IULIA, L'ARTISTE du DIABLE
A chittering buzz rises from a small crowd that has gathered around an opulent velvet-draped tent. Some are fidgeting impatiently; others try in vain to peep within the tent. Within moments, a slim, stunningly handsome man emerges from the entryway to the sound of gasps and scattered applause. His face is lit with fierce joy, and he bows almost smugly to the assemblage. Grabbing a flirtatious blonde from the mob, he kisses her in a rush of mad passion, his arm encircles her waist, and he leads her directly to a nearby opium den. The crowd disperses, and curiosity pulls you forward. You push open the fringed, beaded tent-flap and enter the dimly-lit room. A lovely, voluptuous redhead stands before an ornate antique easel. Her luminous alabaster skin and the phosphorescence emanating from her paintbrush seem to be the only source of light. As you adjust to the gloom, you see that the walls are covered with atrocities: an exhibit of dissolution. The myriad canvases show men and women in various stages of rot and decay, a panoply of indulgence, teeth set in fury, mouths leering in lust, hands grasping greedily.

The scarlet woman turns her gleaming sightless eyes towards you and, in a husky, compelling voice, she speaks:

“Why let the years tear at your youthful splendor? Why let the mark of your sins stain your fine features? Will you let the cold, creeping grasp of time and the toil of temptation mar your visage? Why should the pleasures of our flesh wreak such havoc?”

She leans in close to you and whispers, “Let me capture your soul on this canvas in oil and blood, and you will be beautiful forever.”

White tea, sugar cane, orange blossom, rockrose, lemon balm, white mint, and honey.

THEODOSIUS, THE LEGERDEMAIN
A flash of light and the smell of sulfur seize your attention. A vast black tent stands before you, subtly glowing with an unnatural, almost phosphorescent light. This tent has no pennants, no ornamentation, save for a carved ebony sign, lettered in silver:

“Master Theodosius
Legerdemain, Medium, Conjurer
One thousand years of marvels.
Enter at your peril.”

Another flash blinds you, and from a swirl of smoke a rakish, devilishly handsome man appears, long black hair falling down halfway to his waist, elegant and sinister in an inky silk tuxedo and a voluminous cape. The shadow he casts against the tent, oddly, seems to be that of an enormous corvus, and his eyes radiate a deep azure light. Staring fixedly at you, he snaps his fingers, and two bolts of violet lightning strike the ground on either side of him, blinding you momentarily. As your eyes adjust, you see that two lovely, slender, waiflike women now stand upon the scarred ground beside him, dressed in tattered ballerina costumes the nebulous color of smoke. Turning to his right, he touches the woman’s lips and says, “Seachd seachd uair!” She opens her mouth, and a flock of diminutive bats fly forth from her throat. Turning to his left, he touches the other woman’s hair and repeats, “Seachd seachd uair!” What once was a gleaming mane of stark white hair is now a nest of writhing vipers. She opens her mouth, baring fangs, and spits forth a thin stream of venom. The Master swirls his cape, which suddenly seems to grow and twist like a living shadow, and in a final flash of red lightning and a deafening thunderclap, he and both his assistants vanish.

Earl Grey tea leaves, a white fougere, jasmine leaf, pearlescent white musk, and vanilla bean.

ANTONINO, THE CARNY TALKER
As you approach an enormous patchwork tent, a curious sound catches your attention: the rattle of bones and the tinkling of tiny bells heralds the arrival of a gaunt and ghastly creature. An animated skeleton dressed in a jester’s motley saunters towards the front of the tent, waving an orange and black striped cane at the crowd in an effort to clear a path. The jester makes his way past the fog-shrouded, faded, colossal posters that adorn the tent to a platform in front of the massive tent’s entrance. His ivory smile frozen in a gleeful rictus grin, he steps up onto the platform, taps the cane three times, and the jester costume vanishes. Suddenly dark eyes appear in the empty sockets, bones are wrapped in muscle, sinew grows over the bones, blood fills rapidly appearing veins. Before your eyes, the skeletal jester has become a dapper, handsome man, dressed in black and orange, with a skull-ornamented straw hat tilted jauntily upon his shining black hair.

His smile is slick and conspiratorial. With a flourish and arcing wave of his cane, he booms:

“Step right up, ladies and gentlemen! This is Carnaval Diabolique’s notorious 13-In-1: the finest freak show in all the Hells! What marvels await you, you ask? Simply the strangest and most fantastic creatures, human and inhuman, gathered for your entertainment, enlightenment and erudition!”

With the cane, he gestures at the gigantic posters that adorn the tent. The images, once hazy, suddenly come into focus.

“From the depths of the Black Forest: Arachnina, the Spider Girl! From the rain-swept streets of London: Hope and Faith, the Siamese Twins! From ruins of old Aquae Sextia: Wulric, the Wolf Man!

"Thalassa, the Galapagos Mermaid! A vision of life-in-death, Eshe!

"All in all, THIRTEEN anatomical curiosities, miracles of genetics, magick and science, masters of marvels, ALIVE ON THE INSIDE!”

White musk, wild plum, vetiver, black coconut, verbena, fig, and lavender.

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Meanwhile, at BLACK PHOENIX TRADING POST

The Claw Polishes have returned!

Synesthesia! These are our interpretations of Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab perfumes, expressed through color.

Black Phoenix nail lacquer is quick drying and chip resistant. Our formula is free of toluene, DBP, and formaldehyde, providing you with excellent long-lasting color without sacrificing your health or the environment to do so!

Please note:
These polishes are not scented with BPAL perfumes. The perfumes were utilized as inspirations.

We have done our best to accurately represent the color and texture of the polishes. However, the appearance of the colors on a computer may vary from monitor to monitor.

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BAKU

HOLOGRAPHIC CRÈME WITH MULTICHROME FLAKE

Soothing lilac, speckled with the remnants of dark dreams.

BELLADONNA

CRÈME

Queen of poisons: a royal, inky violet.

BLACK ANNIS

CRÈME

The darkest point of nighttime; an ink-black terror.

DANCE OF DEATH

SHIMMER-LADEN CRÈME

Sooty green, resplendent with serpentine, golden shimmer.

DENN DIE TODTEN REITEN SCHNELL

CRÈME

Sombre slate grey, a frail offering.

EMBALMING FLUID

GLOW-IN-THE DARK SHEER GLITTER JELLY

Nearly sheer glittery glow-in-the-dark polish! Utilize for some gloriously ghoulish layering. Despite what the name implies, this formula, like all the others we offer, does not contain formaldehyde!

EVENT HORIZON

GLITTER-SHOT CRÈME

Crushed starlight, lost forever in the blue-black.

FIRE OF LOVE

GLITTER

The spark of desire. Glitter-full, deep-red, hot as hell.

HARLOT

CRÈME

Stark, unabashed red.

JUKE JOINT

GLITTER-SHOT CRÈME

An impertinent charmer, sugar-dusted, electric mint.

LE LETHE

METALLIC PEARL

An indolent, sultry shade of red.

LIBERTINE

CRÈME

Perfect, utterly debauched burgundy.

ONEIROI

IRIDESCENT

Ever-shifting dreams. An opalescent haze of grey and lavender on the westward horizon.

SPELLBOUND

CRÈME

Come-hither enchantment. A vampy, blackened berry.

TEMPLE OF DREAMS

FOIL

Star-dappled darkness.

UNSEELIE

SHIMMER

Ruled by the Queen of Air and Darkness, the Court sows chaos wherever it rides. Dangerously seductive; the essence of crushed stars

And for the moment, that’s all the news that’s fit to print!

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July 17th, 2015

July brings new scents, a vintage favorite, and 4 Lunacy events.

News From The Lab:

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We are THRILLED to announce a scent and memento collaboration inspired by Guillermo Del Toro's Crimson Peak. A million thanks to Guillermo and the wonderful people at Legendary Pictures! Stay tuned for details.

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SNAKE OIL: 2009 VINTAGE

Back in 2009, we bottled a hooch-jug of Snake Oil and put it aside in a cool, dark nook. We’ll be selling the fruits of our labor and patience in 100 bottle increments. Each bottle is $50.

We will be making announcements prior to each hundred-bottle release.

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SCHOLAR'S TOWER

Gleaming amber spheres, polished cedar and mahogany, sweet parchment, inks of frankincense ash, and soft plumes of incense.

Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab has created SCHOLARS' TOWER to commemorate "Imagined Realms", the first in a series of books of fantasy art by award winning artist Julie Dillon.

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July Lunacy Events

We invite you to join us for our West Coast, San Francisco Bay Area, Dirty South, and Salem Lunacy events this July for your opportunity to purchase the latest scents, and get a sneak preview of what's coming soon.

The blends that will be available for purchase include those that went live on the Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab website up to and including the Chaos Theory VII updates.

This month, Beth and Brian will also be traveling up north to be at the Loved To Death Lunacy Event

Our Lunacy events are held on the night of the full moon and are always free.

The Dirth South Lunacy Event will be held on Sunday, July 26th from 4 to 7pm at the Microtel Inn and Suites by Wyndham at Perimeter Center

6280 Peachwood Dunwoody Rd
(In the conference/meeting room)
Atlanta, GA 30328

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

The West Coast Lunacy Event will be held on Thursday, July 30th from 6 to 9pm at Dark Delicacies.

Dark Delicacies
3512 W. Magnolia Blvd
(1 block east of Hollywood Way)
Burbank, CA 91505

www.darkdel.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

The Salem Lunacy Event will be held on Thursday, July 30th from 8 to 10pm at Salem Ink Tattoo and Art Gallery.

Salem Ink and Tattoo
201 Derby St.
Salem, MA 01970

www.saleminkma.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

Also, if you're in the San Francisco Bay Area, Beth and Brian will be attending the August Lunacy Event at Loved To Death. We're including the details below for those of you who need time to plan a trip.

The San Francisco Bay Area Lunacy Event will be held on Wednesday, August 26th from 6 to 8pm at Loved To Death.

Loved To Death
1681 Haight St.
San Francisco, CA 94117

www.lovedtodeath.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

Remaining Lunacy Event Dates for 2015

West Coast:
Sunday, August 30th
Sunday, September 27th
Tuesday, October 27th

Future Dirty South, San Francisco Bay Area, and Salem Lunacy Event Dates are TBA

If you have any questions, please email us at willcall@blackphoenixalchemylab.com.

Hope to see you there!

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July 2nd, 2015

This July, the full moon brings a new Lunacy and a Blue Moon.

They are live until Monday the 6th. Blue Moon will be reappearing at the full moon at the end of the month!

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Blue Moon July 2015

The spirit of the full moon is capricious, intense and passionate, yet still distant, aloof and cold. Luna herself governs glamours, bewitchments and dream-work, innocent wonder, transient pleasure and delight, the Moment, impulse, mystery and veils. The Blue Moon is one of her rarest manifestations, and this scent is formulated to encapsulate her most complex and profound nature:

Mugwort and bay, for psychic sensitivity…
Myrrh for protection and purity of spirit…
Lotus root for true dreaming…
Clary sage for euphoria…

… within a crystalline prism of white vegetal musk shimmering with damp violet leaf, tranquil styrax, green tea absolute, and palmarosa.

TERRA CALORIS

The Land of Heat: red musk flickering with hot red amber, red pepper, scorched thyme, frankincense, green cardamom, and Ceylon cinnamon.

Caution: this oil contains cinnamon, and is not suitable for those with sensitive skin.

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June 20th, 2015

We invite you to join us for our upcoming Dirty South and San Francisco Bay Area events.

The Salem Lunacy event and the West Coast Lunacy event are both off this month and will return at the end of July to line up with the second full moon of the month.

The Dirth South Lunacy event will be held on Sunday, June 28th from 4 to 7pm at the Microtel Inn and Suites by Wyndham at Perimeter Center

6280 Peachwood Dunwoody Rd
(In the conference/meeting room)
Atlanta, GA 30328

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

The San Francisco Bay Area Lunacy event will be held on Wednesday, July 1st from 6 to 8pm at Loved To Death.

Loved To Death
1681 Haight St.
San Francisco, CA 94117
www.lovedtodeath.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

Remaining Lunacy Event Dates for 2015

West Coast:

Thursday, July 30th
Sunday, August 30th
Sunday, September 27th
Tuesday, October 27th

Future Dirty South, San Francisco Bay Area, and Salem Lunacy Event Dates are TBA

If you have any questions, please email us at willcall@blackphoenixalchemylab.com.

Hope to see you there!

Want to keep up to date on all the BPAL news? Follow us on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, join our mailing list, visit our Forums, or follow our blog The Black Phoenix Gazette.

June 2nd, 2015

This June, the full moon brings Lunacy, Chaos and new exclusives for Haute Macabre and Loved to Death with it.

First up, we are thrilled to present:

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LACUS BONITATIS

The Lake of Goodness. A perfume that inspires philanthropy while fostering kindness, affection, and compassion: sweet amber with rose geranium, lavender, amyris, motherwort, orange blossom, honey, apple peel, and angelica root.

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Our latest collaboration with Haute Macabre is available for preorder!

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ESBAT

The silent rays of the full moon piercing the shadows of an ancient grove: a ragged canopy of moonflower and morning glory, dew-touched mosses creeping over gnarled oak roots, and shimmering beams of mugwort, cuckoo flower, and rose mallow.

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Presenting our newest Lunacy Event partner Loved To Death and the debut of their exclusive Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab exclusive scent.

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Loved To Death

A scent of dark corners and forgotten mysteries, secrets unearthed in dark attics, and cobwebbed, timeworn artifacts: vanilla bean, blackened and smoked, with husky clove, cinnamon bark, and a touch of beeswax.

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Finally, we revisit Chaos Theory.

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CHAOS THEORY VII

Turbulent, disordered beauty: sensitive to initial conditions, topologically mixed, and approached by periodic orbits with abandon. A dynamical system expressed through scent.

Each bottle of Chaos Theory is truly unique, a fragrant fractal, and an exercise in the joy of chance and uncertainty! Each is a one-of-a-kind, utterly random combination of scents, the composition of which is based on whim, mood and gut instinct. Each bottle is numbered, and each bottle is unique.

Hail Eris! After a long hiatus, Chaos Theory is back!

CHAOS THEORY VII: EMERGENCE

Chaos is the score upon which reality is written. – Henry Miller

This year, the traditional chaos of our Chaos Theories is convulsing through a handful of classic scent families.

Each CT:7 scent under the auspices of Emergence, has a base of one of the following olfactive families, in wildly varying proportions:

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CHAOS THEORY VII:ANIMALIC

Accords of castoreum, ambergris, and civet! Leathers and musks ahoy!

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CHAOS THEORY VII: FLORAL

Any manner of flowers - pale or bright, crisp or sultry – will form the base of these Chaos blends.

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CHAOS THEORY VII: FOUGERE

Sharply fernlike lavenders and lilacs with a herbaceous, oakmoss-tinted touch.

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CHAOS THEORY VII: GOURMAND

Sweet vanillas, thick chocolates, burnt caramels, and spun sugars.

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CHAOS THEORY VII: ORIENTAL

These scents possess sensual, languid bases, including amber, benzoin, tonka, balsams, and dark, warm vanillas.

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CHAOS THEORY VII: WOODS

The root of these scents (SEE WHAT I DID THERE?) are foresty and camphoraceous, riddled with deep greens and lush brown tones.

From these bases comes a new series of flowing, fragrant fractals that emanate from these three roots. Random combinations of oils have been added to every individual bottle, retaining their sensitivity to their initial component, resulting in a truly unique blend that swirls merrily around its core oil. The end result may or may not encapsulate the scent family of its origin scent; randomness will out.

This is an exercise in the joy of chance and uncertainty! Each is a one-of-a-kind, utterly random combination of scents, the composition of which is based on whim, mood and gut instinct.

Most common allergens have been omitted from the experiment. No pennyroyal, no nuts, no cinnamon, no cassia. Regardless, if you have any sensitivities, please do not participate in Chaos Theory. The contents of the oils are not recorded [that's the whole point!] and we will not be able to answer questions about specific bottles of CT:7 or guarantee that an allergen is not present in your order.

By purchasing CT:7, you agree to absolve Black Phoenix of any responsibility related to an allergic reaction to one of the oils in this series. Please make a responsible choice, and use caution and discretion when ordering. This is intended to be a fun, exciting project.

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May 22nd, 2015

We invite you to join us for our West Coast, San Francisco Bay Area, and Salem Lunacy events this June for your opportunity to meet the lab staff (California only), purchase the latest scents, and get a sneak preview of what's coming soon.

The blends that will be available for purchase include those that went live on the Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab website up to and including the Plagues Of Death updates.

Our Lunacy events are held on the night of the full moon and are always free.

The West Coast Lunacy event will be held on Tuesday, June 2nd from 6 to 9pm at Dark Delicacies.

Dark Delicacies
3512 W. Magnolia Blvd
(1 block east of Hollywood Way)
Burbank, CA 91505

www.darkdel.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

The San Francisco Bay Area Lunacy event will be held on Tuesday, June 2nd from 6 to 8pm at Loved To Death.

Loved To Death
1681 Haight St.
San Francisco, CA 94117

www.lovedtodeath.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

The Salem Lunacy event will be held on Thursday, June 4th from 8 to 10pm at Salem Ink Tattoo and Art Gallery.

Salem Ink and Tattoo
201 Derby St.
Salem, MA 01970

www.saleminkma.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

Remaining Lunacy Event Dates for 2015

West Coast:
Thursday, July 30th
Sunday, August 30th
Sunday, September 27th
Tuesday, October 27th

Future Dirty South, San Francisco Bay Area, and Salem Lunacy Event Dates are TBA
If you have any questions, please email us at willcall@blackphoenixalchemylab.com.

Hope to see you there!

Want to keep up to date on all the BPAL news? Follow us on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, join our mailing list, visit our Forums, or follow our blog The Black Phoenix Gazette.

May 12th, 2015

The following exclusives will only be available at Denver Comic Con May 23rd - 25th at our booth #560.

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++ BPAL’S DENVER COMIC CON LE’s: QUEENS OF THE ROW ($26)

MADAM LOU

Inspired by Louisa “Madam Lou” Bunch, a voluptuous, wildly famous Central City madam. Madam Lou ran her house on Pine Street in the late 1800’s. When an epidemic broke out, she converted her brothel into a hospital, and she and her girls labored to nurse the community back to health.

Truly a lady loved by many: white almond-tinted musk and heady orchid with cedarwood, vanilla orchid, ylang ylang, Chinese peony, and honey.

LAURA BELLE MCDANIEL

The Queen of the Colorado City Tenderloin. A regal, intelligent, altruistic woman who possessed startling business acumen and a true charitable streak.

Sleek vetiver-limned musk with tobacco absolute, smoky vanilla, carnation, and lavender.

MATTIE SILKS

Men taken in and done for. Feisty and fearless, Mattie was the proprietress of several brothels on Brownell Street, as well as a “portable boarding house” that traveled to mining camps in the area. She governed her houses with an iron will and an ivory-handled pistol, and took care of those in need: she often provided food and shelter for those that were down on their luck.

Champagne-splashed amber with vanilla, ambergris accord, Damascus rose, white patchouli, and leather.

KATE FULTON

In the ‘80s, rival madams Mattie Silks and Katie Fulton resolved a dispute by taking up pistols against each other in a duel over their tempestuous lover, gambler and con artist Cortez Thomson. Both ladies missed each other, but a stray bullet snipped Cort in the neck. Irony or intent?

A flourish of gardenias and gunpowder.

JENNIE ROGERS

Jennie Rogers ran one of the most famous, most beautiful brothels in the area, the House of Mirrors. When the silver boom imploded, countless people were left destitute. Mining towns became deserted as people flocked to Denver in the hopes of finding gainful employment. Many women, without money or means, approached Jennie for work. She found lodging for these women in upright, respectable boarding houses, refusing to allow them to work for her or anyone else, and as her finances permitted, she gradually sent them home to their families.

A ruthless, temperamental, passionate woman cloaked in an austere, elegant, and bookish exterior: bourbon vanilla chypre and peach-gilded jasmine with may rose, tobacco leaf, and bergamot.

++ BPTP DENVER HAIR GLOSS ($30)

HOLLIDAY

The Wickedest Street in the City. The romance of vice: red musk and bourbon vanilla with blackened amber, gunsmoke, honey, and a splash of rum.

MIKADO SALOON

The Mikado Saloon and Bordello, run by Pearl “21”  Thompson, was a small, intimate establishment: well-worn leather with bourbon vanilla, dark musk, and ambergris accord.

PEARL

The Soiled Dove of Cripple Creek, proprietress of the Old Homestead. An elegant, polished scent: vanilla orchid, Siamese benzoin, white fig, amber and tiare.

++ BPTP DENVER COMIC CON ATMOSPHERE SPRAYS ($25)

HOUSE OF MIRRORS

There was a bird’s-eye maple grand piano in the mirrored parlor. The piano was in the southwest corner of the room, and to the left of the fireplace as you entered. There was a tete-a tete chair, being a chair shaped like the letter S, in the middle of the room under the chandelier. This S shaped chair was covered with white velvet with big embossed red roses with green leaves. It matched the satin carpet on the floor. The woodwork on this chair, and some of the other furniture was of imitation gold. There were two big arm chairs in the room at the front; one in each corner. There was a settee in the other corner in the southeast corner of the room. This beautiful crystal chandelier hung from the middle of the room. Directly south of this parlor was the ballroom. There were mirrors about three feet wide that went from the ceiling to the floor. These mirrors were in oval frames. The frames were carved with figures of nude women. There were electric lights all around the ballroom. The five piece orchestra sat on an elevated platform. There were high-backed carved gothic styled chairs around the room. The chairs had big stuffed arms. There were ottomans on each side of the chairs. The girls were permitted to sit only on the ottomans. They were not permitted to sit on the chairs, or on the laps of the gentleman guests.

Warm vanilla dripping with golden amber, glittering with a shard of silvered glass.

THE OLD HOMESTEAD

A luxurious, glamorous bordello and gaming house famous for its high-class ladies, high-stakes gambling, extraordinary service, and powerful clientele.

Gleaming leather entwined with honeysuckle, ivory musk, and white gardenia.

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