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May 3rd, 2015

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

SINUS AMORIS

The Bay of Love: red sandalwood and velvet-thick vanilla with red pepper, oudh, Ethiopian myrrh, and champaca blossom.

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May 1st, 2015

We invite you to join us for our Lunacy events 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 Bards Of Ireland update.

Our Lunacy events are held on the night of the full moon and are always free.
The West Coast Will Call event will be held on Sunday, May 3rd 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

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

Hope to see you there!
Remaining Will Call Dates for 2015

West Coast:
Tuesday, June 2nd
Thursday, July 30th
Saturday, August 29th
Sunday, September 27th
Tuesday, October 27th

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.

April 15th, 2015

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Join us for our Lunacy events Salem and Dirty South Will Call events this April.

The Dirty South Will Call event will be held on Friday, April 24th from 4 to 7pm at the Microtel Inn and Suites by Wyndham at Perimeter Center.

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 Salem Will Call event will be held on Saturday, April 25th from 8 to 10pm at Salem Ink Tattoo and Art Gallery.

Salem Ink Tattoo and Art Gallery

201 Derby St.
Salem, MA 01970
http://saleminkma.com/

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

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.

April 7th, 2015

The following fragrances have been discontinued effective immediately - Séance, Herbert West, The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.

Rumpelstilzchen is limited to stock on hand and will be discontinued once that is gone.

Please accept our sincerest apologies for the short notice!

April 3rd, 2015

First up: New lunacy!

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

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MARE CRISIUM

The Sea of Crises. A discordant, clashing shock of petitgrain, rosemary, and fir needle, roiling with fiery mandarin and acerbic lime.

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In the spirit of resurrection...

Many years ago, Black Phoenix released a scent called Banshee Beat. We have 110 bottles left to sell of the remaining stock, and they’re releasing into the wild as OG BB. The bottles have matured beautifully; the patchouli note is richer, deeper, and lovelier than ever.

OG BB

A tousled, sexy mix of patchouli, vanilla, and hemp.

Because we know that so many people love this scent, Black Phoenix will be offering an updated version in our GC soon under an appropriately silly name, Revenant Rhythm.

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Plague has swept the Lab...

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Buy all ten Plagues, and get a free exclusive imp:

ANGEL OF DEATH

Aged frankincense and white sandalwood gilded by a richly spiced agarwood.

Please note: the Angel of Death will only pay a visit to your home if you purchase a full set of Plagues. Otherwise, he'll simply pass over.

At this time, we are unable to process Golden Calves as payment. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.

The Plagues will be decimating the land until 4 June 2015.

++ PLAGUES OF EGYPT

BLOOD THROUGHOUT ALL THE LAND

Beholde, I will smite with the rod that is in my hand, vpon the waters which are in the riuer, and they shalbe turned to blood. And the fish that is in the riuer shall die, and the riuer shall stincke, and the Egyptians shall loathe to drinke of the water of the riuer. And the Lord spake vnto Moses, Say vnto Aaron, Take thy rod, & stretch out thine hand vpon the waters of Egypt, vpon their streames, vpon their riuers, and vpon their ponds, and vpon all their pooles of water, that they may become blood, and that there may be blood throughout all the land of Egypt, both in vessels of wood, and in vessels of stone. And Moses and Aaron did so, as the Lord commanded: and he lift vp the rod and smote the waters that were in the riuer, in the sight of Pharaoh, and in the sight of his seruants: and all the waters that were in the riuer, were turned to blood.  And the fish that was in the riuer died: and the riuer stunke, and the Egyptians could not drinke of the water of the riuer: and there was blood throughout all the land Egypt.

Olive wood, acacia, and juniper, stone and clay, all thick with blood and crusted with dust.

SMITE ALL THY BORDERS WITH FROGGES

Beholde, I will smite all thy borders with frogges. And the riuer shall bring foorth frogges abundantly, which shall goe vp and come into thine house, and into thy bed-chamber, and vpon thy bed, and into the house of thy seruants, and vpon thy people, and into thine ouens, and into thy kneading troughes. And the frogges shall come vp both on thee, and vpon thy people, and vpon all thy seruants. And the Lord spake vnto Moses; Say vnto Aaron, Stretch foorth thine hand with thy rodde ouer the streames, ouer the riuers, and ouer the ponds, and cause frogges to come vp vpon the land of Egypt. And Aaron stretched out his hand ouer the waters of Egypt, and the frogges came vp, and couered the land of Egypt. And the Magicians did so with their inchantments, and brought vp frogges vpon the land of Egypt.

Amphibious green musk with bog moss, benzoin, Mountain sage, Brazilian vetiver, tomato leaf, cucumber pulp, and unripe squash.

ALL THE DUST OF THE LAND

Stretch out thy rod, and smite the dust of the land, that it may become lice, thorowout all the land of Egypt. And they did so: for Aaron stretched out his hand with his rod, and smote the dust of the earth, and it became lice, in man and in beast: all the dust of the land became lice throughout all the land of Egypt. And the Magicians did so with their enchantments to bring foorth lice, but they could not: so there were lice vpon man and vpon beast.

An infestation of Ceylon cinnamon bark, black patchouli, tonka absolute, bitter almond, and frankincense.

A GRIEVOUS SWARM

Beholde, I will send swarmes of flies vpon thee, and vpon thy seruants, and vpon thy people, and into thy houses: and the houses of the Egyptians shall bee full of swarmes of flies, and also the ground whereon they are. And I will seuer in that day the lande of Goshen in which my people dwell, that no swarmes of flies shall be there, to the end thou maiest know that I am the Lord in the midst of the earth. And I will put a diuision betweene my people and thy people: to morrow shall this signe be. And the Lord did so: and there came a grieuous swarme of flies into the house of Pharaoh, and into his seruants houses, and into all the lande of Egypt: the land was corrupted by reason of the swarme of flies.

Black pepper and vetiver with cardamom, blackened vanilla, and tobacco absolute.

A VERY GRIEVOUS MURRAINE

Behold, the hand of the Lord is vpon thy cattell which is in the field, vpon the horses, vpon the asses, vpon the camels, vpon the oxen, and vpon the sheepe: there shall be a very grieuous murraine. And the Lord shall seuer betweene the cattell of Israel, and the cattell of Egypt, and there shall nothing die of all that is the childrens of Israel. And the Lord appointed a set time, saying, To morrow the Lord shall doe this thing in the land.

Brown musk, myrrh, and sun-baked leather afflicted by splotches of saffron and red musk.

UPON MAN AND UPON BEAST

Take to you handfuls of ashes of the fornace, and let Moses sprinkle it towards the heauen, in the sight of Pharaoh: And it shall become small dust in all the land of Egypt, and shall bee a boyle breaking forth with blaines, vpon man and vpon beast, throughout all the land of Egypt. And they tooke ashes of the fornace, and stood before Pharaoh, and Moses sprinkled it vp toward heauen: and it became a boile breaking forth with blaines, vpon man and vpon beast.

Dry patchouli and white sandalwood oozing with lesions of labdanum, wet red cherry, and opoponax.

FIRE MINGLED WITH THE HAILE

Behold, to morrow about this time, I wil cause it to raine a very grieuous haile, such as hath not bene in Egypt, since the foundation thereof euen vntill now. Send therefore now, and gather thy cattell, and all that thou hast in the field: for vpon euery man and beast which shal be found in the field, and shal not bee brought home, the haile shall come downe vpon them, and they shall die. Hee that feared the word of the Lord amongst the seruants of Pharaoh, made his seruants and his cattell flee into the houses. And he that regarded not the word of the Lord, left his seruants and his cattell in the field. And the Lord saide vnto Moses, Stretch forth thine hand toward heauen, that there may be haile in all the land of Egypt, vpon man and vpon beast, and vpon euery herbe of the field, thorowout the land of Egypt. And Moses stretched foorth his rod toward heauen, and the Lord sent thunder and haile, and the fire ranne along vpon the ground, and the Lord rained haile vpon the land of Egypt. So there was haile, and fire mingled with the haile, very grieuous, such as there was none like it in all the land of Egypt, since it became a nation. And the haile smote throughout all the land of Egypt, all that was in the field, both man and beast: and the haile smote euery herbe of the fielde, and brake euery tree of the field.

Fields smashed by torrential rain, seared by gouts of celestial fire.

THEY SHALL EATE THE RESIDUE OF THAT WHICH IS ESCAPED

Behold, to morrow will I bring the locusts into thy coast. And they shall couer the face of the earth, that one cannot be able to see the earth, and they shall eate the residue of that which is escaped, which remaineth vnto you from the haile, and shall eate euery tree, which groweth for you out of the field. And they shall fill thy houses, and the houses of all thy seruants, and the houses of all the Egyptians, which neither thy fathers, nor thy fathers fathers haue seene, since the day that they were vpon the earth, vnto this day.

Dry vanilla mint with rosewood, balsam, green sandalwood, green mate absolute, and sage.

THREE DAYES

Stretch out thine hand toward heauen, that there may be darkenesse ouer the land of Egypt, euen darkenes which may be felt. And Moses stretched foorth his hand toward heauen: and there was a thicke darkenesse in all the land of Egypt three dayes. They saw not one another, neither rose any from his place for three dayes: but all the children of Israel had light in their dwellings.

The impenetrable darkness of opoponax and vetiver, sliced through with a shiver of mint, white grape, star anise, and pungent frankincense.

ABOUT MIDNIGHT

About midnight will I goe out into the midst of Egypt. And all the first borne in the lande of Egypt shall die, from the first borne of Pharaoh, that sitteth vpon his throne, euen vnto the first borne of the maid seruant that is behind the mill, and all the first borne of beasts.  And there shall bee a great crie throughout all the land of Egypt, such as there was none like it, nor shall bee like it any more.

Judgement rendered: vanillic sandalwood, holy balsam, cedar, and frankincense.

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.

March 29th, 2015

We invite you to join us for our Lunacy events 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 Lupercalia updates.

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

The West Coast Will Call event will be held on Tuesday, April 7th 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

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

Hope to see you there!

Remaining Will Call Dates for 2015

West Coast:
Sunday, May 3rd
Tuesday, June 2nd
Thursday, July 30th
Saturday, August 29th
Sunday, September 27th
Tuesday, October 27th

March 26th, 2015

The following fragrances have been discontinued effective immediately - Bread & Butterfly and Hamptons. Please accept our sincerest apologies for the short notice!

March 18th, 2015

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Join us for our Lunacy events Salem and Dirty South Will Call events this March.

The Dirty South Will Call event will be held on Saturday, March 28th from 4 to 7pm at the Microtel Inn and Suites by Wyndham at Perimeter Center.

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 Salem Will Call event will be held on Saturday, March 28th from 8 to 10pm at Salem Ink Tattoo and Art Gallery.

Salem Ink Tattoo and Art Gallery

201 Derby St.
Salem, MA 01970
http://saleminkma.com/

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

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.

March 13th, 2015

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13

13 is significant, whether you consider it lucky, unlucky or just plain odd. Many believe it to be unfortunate…

…because there were 13 present at the Last Supper.
…Loki crashed a party of 12 at Valhalla, which ended in Baldur’s death.
…Oinomaos killed 13 of Hippodamia’s suitors before Pelops finally, in his own shady way, defeated the jealous king.
…In ancient Rome, Hecate’s witches gathered in groups of 12, the Goddess herself being the 13th in the coven.

Concern over the number thirteen echoes back beyond the Christian era. Line 13 was omitted form the Code of Hammurabi.

The shivers over Friday the 13th also have some interesting origins:

…Christ was allegedly crucified on Friday the 13th.
…On Friday, October 13, 1307, King Philip IV of France ordered the arrests of Jaques de Molay, Grand Master of the Knights Templar, and sixty of his senior knights.
…In British custom, hangings were held on Fridays, and there were 13 steps on the gallows leading to the noose.

To combat the superstition, Robert Ingersoll and the Thirteen Club held thirteen-men dinners during the 19th Century. Successful? Hardly. The number still invokes trepidation to this day. A recent whimsical little serial killer study showed that the following murderers all have names that total thirteen letters:

Theodore Bundy
Jeffrey Dahmer
Albert De Salvo
John Wayne Gacy

And, with a little stretch of the imagination, you can also fit “Jack the Ripper” and “Charles Manson” into that equation.

More current-era paranoia: modern schoolchildren stop their memorization of the multiplication tables at 12. There were 13 Plutonium slugs in the atomic bomb that was dropped on Nagasaki. Apollo 13 wasn’t exactly the most successful space mission. All of these are things that modern triskaidekaphobes point to when justifying their fears.

For some, 13 is an extremely fortuitous and auspicious number…

…In Jewish tradition, God has 13 Attributes of Mercy. Also, there were 13 tribes of Israel, 13 principles of Jewish faith, and 13 is considered the age of maturity.
…The ancient Egyptians believed that there were 12 stages of spiritual achievement in this lifetime, and a 13th beyond death.
…The word for thirteen, in Chinese, sounds much like the word which means “must be alive”.

Thirteen, whether you love it or loathe it, is a pretty cool number all around.

…In some theories of relativity, there are 13 dimensions.
…It is a prime number, lucky number, star number, Wilson Prime, and Fibonacci number.
…There are 13 Archimedean solids.

AND…
…There were 13 original colonies when the United States were founded.

Says a lot about the US, doesn’t it?

Blackened cacao with thirteen herbs for navigating your fortunes through lucid dreaming and trancework: lemon verbena, helichrysum, nut sedge, Roman chamomile, naab, lavender, citronella, galangal, wormwood, patchouli, tulsi, hoja madre, and mugwort.

13 will be live until March 14th.

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.

March 4th, 2015

First up: New lunacy!

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

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TERRA VIGORIS

The Land of Cheerfulness: blood orange and apricot with Chinese geranium, Italian bergamot, langsat pulp, cardamom, white peach, and white sandalwood.

And The Bards Of Ireland have returned for 2015.

++ BARDS OF IRELAND 2015

Irish bards were members of a hereditary caste of learned poets. They were officials of the courts of their chieftains and kings, and served as historians, storytellers, and satirists. They were immersed in the rich history of their clan and country, and learned the intricacies of their craft from birth. Their words held so much power that it was believed that a glam dicing, or satirical incantation, spoken by a bard held the magic of a curse.

This series is a celebration of Irish poetry, hailing the songs of Ireland throughout the ages.

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CUCHULAIN'S FIGHT WITH THE SEA

A man came slowly from the setting sun,
To Emer, raddling raiment in her dun,
And said, ‘I am that swineherd whom you bid
Go watch the road between the wood and tide,
But now I have no need to watch it more.’

Then Emer cast the web upon the floor,
And raising arms all raddled with the dye,
Parted her lips with a loud sudden cry.

That swineherd stared upon her face and said,
‘No man alive, no man among the dead,
Has won the gold his cars of battle bring.’

‘But if your master comes home triumphing
Why must you blench and shake from foot to crown?’

Thereon he shook the more and cast him down
Upon the web-heaped floor, and cried his word:
‘With him is one sweet-throated like a bird.’

‘You dare me to my face,’ and thereupon
She smote with raddled fist, and where her son
Herded the cattle came with stumbling feet,
And cried with angry voice, ‘It is not meet
To idle life away, a common herd.’

‘I have long waited, mother, for that word:
But wherefore now?’

‘There is a man to die;
You have the heaviest arm under the sky.’

‘Whether under its daylight or its stars
My father stands amid his battle-cars.’

‘But you have grown to be the taller man.’

‘Yet somewhere under starlight or the sun
My father stands.’

‘Aged, worn out with wars
On foot, on horseback or in battle-cars.’

‘I only ask what way my journey lies,
For He who made you bitter made you wise.’

‘The Red Branch camp in a great company
Between wood’s rim and the horses of the sea.
Go there, and light a camp-fire at wood’s rim;
But tell your name and lineage to him
Whose blade compels, and wait till they have found
Some feasting man that the same oath has bound.’

Among those feasting men Cuchulain dwelt,
And his young sweetheart close beside him knelt,
Stared on the mournful wonder of his eyes,
Even as Spring upon the ancient skies,
And pondered on the glory of his days;
And all around the harp-string told his praise,
And Conchubar, the Red Branch king of kings,
With his own fingers touched the brazen strings.

At last Cuchulain spake, ‘Some man has made
His evening fire amid the leafy shade.
I have often heard him singing to and fro,
I have often heard the sweet sound of his bow.
Seek out what man he is.’

One went and came.
‘He bade me let all know he gives his name
At the sword-point, and waits till we have found
Some feasting man that the same oath has bound.’

Cuchulain cried, ‘I am the only man
Of all this host so bound from childhood on.

After short fighting in the leafy shade,
He spake to the young man, ‘Is there no maid
Who loves you, no white arms to wrap you round,
Or do you long for the dim sleepy ground,
That you have come and dared me to my face?’

‘The dooms of men are in God’s hidden place,’

‘Your head a while seemed like a woman’s head
That I loved once.’

Again the fighting sped,
But now the war-rage in Cuchulain woke,
And through that new blade’s guard the old blade
Broke,
And pierced him.

‘Speak before your breath is done.’

‘Cuchulain I, mighty Cuchulain’s son.’

‘I put you from your pain.  I can no more.’

While day its burden on to evening bore,
With head bowed on his knees Cuchulain stayed;
Then Conchubar sent that sweet-throated maid,
And she, to win him, his grey hair caressed;
In vain her arms, in vain her soft white breast.
Then Conchubar, the subtlest of all men,
Ranking his Druids round him ten by ten,
Spake thus:  ‘Cuchulain will dwell there and brood
For three days more in dreadful quietude,
And then arise, and raving slay us all.
Chaunt in his ear delusions magical,
That he may fight the horses of the sea.’
The Druids took them to their mystery,
And chaunted for three days.

Cuchulain stirred,
Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard
The cars of battle and his own name cried;
And fought with the invulnerable tide.

—WB Yeats

Grief and rage battering upon the waves: salt-crusted clove stem, flayed kelp, juniper, and white patchouli.

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DARK ROSALEEN

O my dark Rosaleen,
Do not sigh, do not weep!
The priests are on the ocean green,
They march along the deep.
There’s wine from the royal Pope,
Upon the ocean green;
And Spanish ale shall give you hope,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My own Rosaleen!

Shall glad your heart, shall give you hope,
Shall give you health, and help, and hope,
My Dark Rosaleen!

Over hills, and thro’ dales,
Have I roam’d for your sake;
All yesterday I sail’d with sails
On river and on lake.
The Erne, at its highest flood,
I dash’d across unseen,
For there was lightning in my blood,
My Dark Rosaleen!

My own Rosaleen!
O, there was lightning in my blood,
Red lighten’d thro’ my blood.
My Dark Rosaleen!

All day long, in unrest,
To and fro, do I move.
The very soul within my breast
Is wasted for you, love!
The heart in my bosom faints
To think of you, my Queen,
My life of life, my saint of saints,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My own Rosaleen!
To hear your sweet and sad complaints,
My life, my love, my saint of saints,
My Dark Rosaleen!
Woe and pain, pain and woe,
Are my lot, night and noon,
To see your bright face clouded so,
Like to the mournful moon.
But yet will I rear your throne
Again in golden sheen;

‘Tis you shall reign, shall reign alone,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My own Rosaleen!
‘Tis you shall have the golden throne,
‘Tis you shall reign, and reign alone,
My Dark Rosaleen!

Over dews, over sands,
Will I fly, for your weal:
Your holy delicate white hands
Shall girdle me with steel.
At home, in your emerald bowers,
From morning’s dawn till e’en,
You’ll pray for me, my flower of flowers,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My fond Rosaleen!
You’ll think of me through daylight hours
My virgin flower, my flower of flowers,
My Dark Rosaleen!

I could scale the blue air,
I could plough the high hills,
Oh, I could kneel all night in prayer,
To heal your many ills!
And one beamy smile from you
Would float like light between
My toils and me, my own, my true,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My fond Rosaleen!
Would give me life and soul anew,
My Dark Rosaleen!

O, the Erne shall run red,
With redundance of blood,
The earth shall rock beneath our tread,
And flames wrap hill and wood,

And gun-peal and slogan-cry
Wake many a glen serene,
Ere you shall fade, ere you shall die,
My Dark Rosaleen!
My own Rosaleen!
The Judgement Hour must first be nigh,
Ere you can fade, ere you can die,
My Dark Rosaleen!

—James Clarence Mangan

Impassioned patriotism cloaked in the guise of a love song: golden frankincense gilding pine pitch, sun-touched amber, and oakmoss resinoid.

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THE FAIRY THORN

“Get up, our Anna dear, from the weary spinning-wheel;
For your father’s on the hill, and your mother is asleep;
Come up above the crags, and we’ll dance a Highland reel
Around the Fairy Thorn on the steep.”    

At Anna Grace’s door ’twas thus the maidens cried,
Three merry maidens fair in kirtles of the green;
And Anna laid the rock and the weary wheel aside,
The fairest of the four, I ween.  

They’re glancing through the glimmer of the quiet eve,
Away in milky wavings of neck and ankle bare;
The heavy-sliding stream in its sleepy song they leave,
And the crags in the ghostly air.

And linking hand-in-hand, and singing as they go,
The maids along the hillside have ta’en their fearless way,
Till they come to where the rowan trees in lonely beauty grow
Beside the Fairy Hawthorn grey.

The Hawthorn stands between the ashes tall and slim,
Like matron with her twin grand-daughters at her knee;
The rowan berries cluster o’er her low head grey and dim
In ruddy kisses sweet to see.          

The merry maidens four have ranged them in a row,
Between each lovely couple a stately rowan stem,
And away in mazes wavy, like skimming birds they go,
Oh, never carolled bird like them!          

But solemn is the silence on the silvery haze
That drinks away their voices in echoless repose,
And dreamily the evening has stilled the haunted braes,
And dreamier the gloaming grows.        

And sinking one by one, like lark-notes from the sky,
When the falcon’s shadow saileth across the open shaw,
Are hushed the maidens’ voices, as cowering down they lie
In the flutter of their sudden awe.          

For, from the air above and the grassy ground beneath,
And from the mountain-ashes and the old white-thorn between,
A power of faint enchantment doth through their beings breathe,
And they sink down together on the green.        

They sink together silent, and stealing side to side,
They fling their lovely arms o’er their drooping necks so fair,
Then vainly strive again their naked arms to hide,
For their shrinking necks again are bare.        

Thus clasped and prostrate all, with their heads together bowed,
Soft o’er their bosoms beating—the only human sound—
They hear the silky footsteps of the silent fairy crowd,
Like a river in the air gliding round.        

Nor scream can any raise, nor prayer can any say,
But wild, wild the terror of the speechless three—
For they feel fair Anna Grace drawn silently away,
By whom they dare not look to see.      

They feel their tresses twine with her parting locks of gold,
And the curls elastic falling, as her head withdraws.
They feel her sliding arms from their trancèd arms unfold,
But they dare not look to see the cause;

For heavy on their senses the faint enchantment lies
Through all that night of anguish and perilous amaze
And neither fear nor wonder can ope their quivering eyes,
Or their limbs from the cold ground raise;

Till out of night the earth has rolled her dewy side,
With every haunted mountain and streamy vale below;
When, as the mist dissolves in the yellow morningtide,
The maiden’s trance dissolveth so.              

Then fly the ghastly three as swiftly as they may,
And tell their tale of sorrow to anxious friends in vain—
They pined away and died within the year and day,
And ne’er was Anna Grace seen again.

—Samuel Ferguson

Drawn away by the spirits, never to be seen again: an eerie veil of vanilla musk twirled with tuberose, Siamese red benzoin, cassis flower, Irish moss, white sandalwood, plum nectar, violet leaf, and apple petals.

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February 27th, 2015

We are proud to introduce a new Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab / Dark Delicacies collaboration!

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BEAUTIFUL DEATH ($25)

A tragedy in one act: pale sandalwood threaded with a vanilla filigree, bitter green cognac, white tobacco, and Roman chamomile, stained by a splash of black tea and the deceptively sweet juice of belladonna berries.

Beautiful Death is available for order online now at the Dark Delicacies website and will be available in store for purchase.

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We also invite you to join us for our Lunacy events 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 Lupercalia updates.

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

The West Coast Will Call event will be held on Thursday, March 5th 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

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

Hope to see you there!

Remaining Will Call Dates for 2015

West Coast:
Tuesday, April 7th
Sunday, May 3rd
Tuesday, June 2nd
Thursday, July 30th
Saturday, August 29th
Sunday, September 27th
Tuesday, October 27th

Dirty South and Salem Will Call Dates are TBA

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February 18th, 2015

In honor of tonight's Black Supermoon.

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Black Supermoon

Black on black: inky vetiver and opoponax further deepened by red benzoin and five-year aged Sumatran patchouli, limned by mint and white mandarin, and touched by the saltspray of King Tides.

Limited to 100 bottles.

February 12th, 2015

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WOODEN GOAT

A new year's blessing! Peony, China's national flower, with bamboo for flexibility, plum blossom for perseverance, courage, and hope, tangerine for wealth, orange for happiness, lychee for household peace, pine resin for constancy, golden kumquat for prosperity, King mandarin for good fortune, cypress for longevity, and peach fruit to represent the fourth phase of Wu Xing. This year’s Lunar New Year blend has an extra dollop of blazing red of dragon's blood give you fortitude and strength, and, of course, to assist in scaring away the rampaging Nian.

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13

13 is significant, whether you consider it lucky, unlucky or just plain odd. Many believe it to be unfortunate…

…because there were 13 present at the Last Supper.
…Loki crashed a party of 12 at Valhalla, which ended in Baldur’s death.
…Oinomaos killed 13 of Hippodamia’s suitors before Pelops finally, in his own shady way, defeated the jealous king.
…In ancient Rome, Hecate’s witches gathered in groups of 12, the Goddess herself being the 13th in the coven.

Concern over the number thirteen echoes back beyond the Christian era. Line 13 was omitted form the Code of Hammurabi.

The shivers over Friday the 13th also have some interesting origins:

…Christ was allegedly crucified on Friday the 13th.
…On Friday, October 13, 1307, King Philip IV of France ordered the arrests of Jaques de Molay, Grand Master of the Knights Templar, and sixty of his senior knights.
…In British custom, hangings were held on Fridays, and there were 13 steps on the gallows leading to the noose.

To combat the superstition, Robert Ingersoll and the Thirteen Club held thirteen-men dinners during the 19th Century. Successful? Hardly. The number still invokes trepidation to this day. A recent whimsical little serial killer study showed that the following murderers all have names that total thirteen letters:

Theodore Bundy
Jeffrey Dahmer
Albert De Salvo
John Wayne Gacy

And, with a little stretch of the imagination, you can also fit “Jack the Ripper” and “Charles Manson” into that equation.

More current-era paranoia: modern schoolchildren stop their memorization of the multiplication tables at 12. There were 13 Plutonium slugs in the atomic bomb that was dropped on Nagasaki. Apollo 13 wasn’t exactly the most successful space mission. All of these are things that modern triskaidekaphobes point to when justifying their fears.

For some, 13 is an extremely fortuitous and auspicious number…

…In Jewish tradition, God has 13 Attributes of Mercy. Also, there were 13 tribes of Israel, 13 principles of Jewish faith, and 13 is considered the age of maturity.
…The ancient Egyptians believed that there were 12 stages of spiritual achievement in this lifetime, and a 13th beyond death.
…The word for thirteen, in Chinese, sounds much like the word which means “must be alive”.

Thirteen, whether you love it or loathe it, is a pretty cool number all around.

…In some theories of relativity, there are 13 dimensions.
…It is a prime number, lucky number, star number, Wilson Prime, and Fibonacci number.
…There are 13 Archimedean solids.

AND…

…There were 13 original colonies when the United States were founded.

Says a lot about the US, doesn’t it?

White chocolate with thirteen luck boosting elements: pomegranate pulp, red mandarin, five-finger grass, stephanotis blossom, star jasmine, pink carnation, white chamomile, irish moss, Jamaican ginger, acorn blossom, a pinch of sweet basil, a drop of peppermint, and strawberry juice.

13 will be live until February 14th.

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January 29th, 2015

Courting

Celebrate the warmth of passion in the dead of winter with our Lupercalia fragrances, scents for the lovelorn and lustful, the depraved and the intemerate. Whether you’re in the mood to scrutinize shadowy, aberrant passions or bask in the rose-tinted warmth of new love, we’ve got something that will be right up your alley.

All of these perfume oil blends are $24 per 5ml bottle and are, as always, presented in an amber apothecary vial.

The Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab Lupercalia series will be live until 6 April 2015.

The Trading Post Lupercalia series will be debuting soon!

Blessed Lupercalia to all!

CREEPER DRAGON

This bit of artwork is one of my favorite miniatures simply because it makes me laugh. It is a detail from Roman d'Alexandre, showing Nectanebus all dragon’d up and ready to get busy.

All this is well and good, medieval Alexander romances are fascinating, but this image will always simply be Creeper Dragon to me.

Creeper Dragon Musk: daemonorops, green leather, and red musk with dribbles of honey and white cream.

DOLCE STIL NUOVO

Love always finds shelter in the gentle heart. Dolce Stil Nuovo is a 13th & 14th century Florentine literary style that celebrates love and womanhood through heartfelt, delicate, and melodious sonnets, ballate, and canzones. This is fin'amor, Courtly Love, in its most moving form, and the emotions that these words express reflect love that both spiritual and idealized.

Within this literary movement, earthly love reaches for the Divine.

Who is she coming, whom all gaze upon,
Who makes the air tremulous with light,
And at whose side is Love himself? that none
Dare speak, but each man's sighs are infinite.
Ah me! how she looks round from left to right,
Let Love discourse: I may not speak thereon.
Lady she seems of such high benison
As makes all others graceless in men's sight.
The honor which is hers cannot be said;
To whom are subject all things virtuous,
While all things beauteous own her deity.
Ne'er was the mind of man so nobly led
Nor yet was such redemption granted us
That we should ever know her perfectly.

Our interpretation of Dolce Stil Nuovo is a blend of rose otto, carnation, vanilla flower, lavender and jasmine with the clarity of crystalline white musk and the warmth of golden amber.

THE DOOM OF BEAUTY

Choice soul, in whom, as in a glass, we see,
Mirrored in thy pure form and delicate,
What beauties heaven and nature can create,
The paragon of all their works to be!
Fair soul, in whom love, pity, piety,
Have found a home, as from thy outward state
We clearly read, and are so rare and great
That they adorn none other like to thee!
Love takes me captive; beauty binds my soul;
Pity and mercy with their gentle eyes
Wake in my heart a hope that cannot cheat.
What law, what destiny, what fell control,
What cruelty, or late or soon, denies
That death should spare perfection so complete?
- Michelangelo Buonarroti

An opulent, bittersweet Renaissance-inspired fragrance: Hungary water, parma violets, and roseated oil.

FOR EACH ECSTATIC INSTANT

For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.

For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.

- Emily Dickinson

Equal parts joy and grief, lust and regret, pain and pleasure: velvet-red roses and sensual aged patchouli with night-blooming jasmine, caramelized bourbon vanilla, labdanum, black amber, and oudh.

LIAISON

A big bud of moon hangs out of the twilight,
Star-spiders spinning their thread
Hang high suspended, withouten respite
Watching us overhead.

Come then under the trees, where the leaf-cloths
Curtain us in so dark
That here we’re safe from even the ermin-moth’s
Flitting remark.

Here in this swarthy, secret tent,
Where black boughs flap the ground,
You shall draw the thorn from my discontent,
Surgeon me sound.

This rare, rich night! For in here
Under the yew-tree tent
The darkness is loveliest where I could sear
You like frankincense into scent.

Here not even the stars can spy us,
Not even the white moths write
With their little pale signs on the wall, to try us
And set us affright.

Kiss but then the dust from off my lips,
But draw the turgid pain
From my breast to your bosom, eclipse
My soul again.

Waste me not, I beg you, waste
Not the inner night:
Taste, oh taste and let me taste
The core of delight.
- DH Lawrence

The loveliest darkness, the core of delight: Moroccan black musk, white tea leaf, Indonesian black sandalwood, frankincense, honeycomb, jonquil, and clove.

NIGHT’S PAVILION

I worship you like night's pavilion,
O vase of sadness, o great silent one,
And love you more since you escape from me,
And since you seem, my night's sublimity,
To mock me and increase the leagues that lie
Between my arms and blue immensity.

I move to attack, beseige, assail,
Like eager worms after a funeral.
I even love, o beast implacable,
The coldness which makes you more beautiful.

Not the desperation, desolation and anguish of unrequited love, but the distant, chill and pitiless scent of the object of that doomed desire. White musk, osmanthus, Nile lily and frankincense.

OLISBOS

As for old flames and lovers-they're none left.
And since Milesians went against us,
I've not seen a decent eight-fingered dildo.
Yes, it's just leather, but it helps us out.

The ancient Greeks sure weren't shy about taking care of business. The port city of Miletus was once famed throughout the Mediterranean as a source of excellent stone, wood, and padded leather dildos. This scent is the celebration of an age-old pastime: polished wood, well-loved leather, and olive oil.

RED LANTERN

A tribute to the opium den cum bawdyhouses of Shanghai in the 1930's. Golden amber, blonde tobacco, Sudanese black coconut, rich caramel, black currant, white opium and delphinium laced with a sensual blend of Asian spice.

SIC ERIT

Esse quid hoc dicam, quod tam mihi dura videntur
strata, neque in lecto pallia nostra sedent,
vacuus somno noctem, quam longa, peregi,
lassaque versati corporis ossa dolent?
nam, puto, sentirem, siquo temptarer amore.
an subit et tecta callidus arte nocet?
sic erit; haeserunt tenues in corde sagittae,
et possessa ferus pectora versat Amor.
Cedimus, an subitum luctando accendimus ignem?
cedamus! leve fit, quod bene fertur, onus.
vidi ego iactatas mota face crescere flammas
et rursus nullo concutiente mori.
verbera plura ferunt, quam quos iuvat usus aratri,
detractant prensi dum iuga prima boves.
asper equus duris contunditur ora lupatis,
frena minus sentit, quisquis ad arma facit.
acrius invitos multoque ferocius urget
quam qui servitium ferre fatentur Amor.
En ego confiteor! tua sum nova praeda, Cupido;
porrigimus victas ad tua iura manus.
nil opus est bello–veniam pacemque rogamus;
nec tibi laus armis victus inermis ero.
necte comam myrto, maternas iunge columbas;
qui deceat, currum vitricus ipse dabit,
inque dato curru, populo clamante triumphum,
stabis et adiunctas arte movebis aves.
ducentur capti iuvenes captaeque puellae;
haec tibi magnificus pompa triumphus erit.
ipse ego, praeda recens, factum modo vulnus habebo
et nova captiva vincula mente feram.
Mens Bona ducetur manibus post terga retortis,
et Pudor, et castris quidquid Amoris obest.
omnia te metuent; ad te sua bracchia tendens
vulgus ‘io’ magna voce ‘triumphe!’ canet.
blanditiae comites tibi erunt Errorque Furorque,
adsidue partes turba secuta tuas.
his tu militibus superas hominesque deosque;
haec tibi si demas commoda, nudus eris.
Laeta triumphanti de summo mater Olympo
plaudet et adpositas sparget in ora rosas.
tu pinnas gemma, gemma variante capillos
ibis in auratis aureus ipse rotis.
tunc quoque non paucos, si te bene novimus, ures;
tunc quoque praeteriens vulnera multa dabis.
non possunt, licet ipse velis, cessare sagittae;
fervida vicino flamma vapore nocet.
talis erat domita Bacchus Gangetide terra;
tu gravis alitibus, tigribus ille fuit.
Ergo cum possim sacri pars esse triumphi,
parce tuas in me perdere, victor, opes!
adspice cognati felicia Caesaris arma–
qua vicit, victos protegit ille manu.

WHO is it that can tell me why my bed seems so is hard and why the bedclothes will not stay upon it? Wherefore has this night–and oh, how long it was!–dragged on, bringing no sleep to my eyes? Why are my weary limbs visited with restlessness and pain? If it were Love that had come to make me suffer, surely I should know it. Or stay, what if he slips in like a thief, what if he comes, without a word of warning, to wound me with his cruel arts? Yes, ’tis he! His slender arrows have pierced my heart, and fell Love holds it like a conquered land. Shall I yield me to him? Or shall I strive against him, and so add fuel to this sudden flame? Well, I will yield; burdens willingly borne do lighter weigh. I know that the flames will leap from the shaken torch and die away in the one you leave alone. The young oxen which rebel against the yoke are more often beaten than those which willingly submit. And if a horse be fiery, harsh is the bit that tames him. When he takes to -the fray with a will, he feels the curb less galling. And so it is with Love; for hearts that struggle and rebel against him, he is more implacable and stern than for such as willingly confess his sway.

Ah well, be it so, Cupid; thy prey am I. I am a poor captive kneeling with suppliant hands before my conqueror. What is the use of fighting? Pardon and peace is what I ask. And little, I trow, would it redound to your glory, armed as you are, to strike down a defenceless man. Crown thy brows with myrtle and thy mother’s doves yoke to thy car. Thy step-father will give thee the chariot that befits thee, and upon that chariot, amid the acclamations of the throng, thou shalt stand a conqueror, guiding with skill thy harnessed birds. Captives in thy train, youths and maidens shall follow, and splendid shall be thy triumph. And I, thy latest victim, shall be there with my fresh wound, and with submissive mien I will bear my new-wrought fetters. Prudence shall be led captive with hands bound behind her back, and Modesty, and whatsoever else is an obstacle to Love. All things shall be in awe of thee, and stretching forth their arms towards thee the throng with mighty voice shall thunder “Io Triumphe!” Caresses shall be thy escort, and Illusion and Madness, a troop that ever follows in thy train. With these fighting on thy side, nor men nor gods shall stand against thee; but if their aid be lacking, naked shalt thou be. Proud to behold thy triumph, thy mother will applaud thee from High Olympus and scatter roses on thy upturned face. Thy wings and thy locks shall be adorned with precious stones, and all with gold resplendent shalt thou drive thy golden car. Then too, if I know thee well, thou wilt set countless other hearts on fire, and many a wound shalt deal as thou passest on thy way. Repose, even when thou art fain to rest, cometh not to thine arrows. Thy ardent flame turns water itself to vapour. Such was Bacchus when he triumphed over the land of the Ganges. Thou art drawn along by doves; his car was drawn by tigers. Since, then, I am to have a part in thy godlike triumph, lose not the rights which thy victory gives thee over me. Bethink thee of the victories of thy kinsman Cæsar; he shields the conquered with the very hand that conquers them.

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Thus it will be; slender arrows are lodged in my heart,
and Love vexes the chest that it has seized.
Should I surrender or stir up the sudden flame by battling it?
I will surrender; a burden becomes light when it is carried willingly.
- Ovid, translation by J. Lewis May

Slender arrows lodged in my heart: red amber, benzoin, red musk, bourbon geranium, oak bark, Atlas cedar, and 13-year aged Sumatran patchouli.

SIGNIOR DILDO

With thanks to Sir John Wilmot.

This signior is sound, safe, ready, and dumb
As ever was candle, carrot, or thumb;
Then away with these nasty devices, and show
How you rate the just merit of Signior Dildo.

Count Cazzo, who carries his nose very high,
In passion he swore his rival should die;
Then shut himself up to let the world know
Flesh and blood could not bear it from Signior Dildo.

A rabble of pricks who were welcome before,

Now finding the porter denied them the door,
Maliciously waited his coming below
And inhumanly fell on Signior Dildo.

Nigh wearied out, the poor stranger did fly,
And along the Pall Mall they followed full cry;
The women concerned from every window
Cried, ‘For heaven’s sake, save Signior Dildo.’

The good Lady Sandys burst into a laughter
To see how the ballocks came wobbling after,
And had not their weight retarded the foe,
Indeed’t had gone hard with Signior Dildo.

A scent of pearls and ivory: orris, violet leaf, narcissus, and Madagascar vanilla.

SMUT

Quintessential BPAL filth. Three swarthy, smutty musks sweetened with sugar and woozy with dark booze notes.

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This year’s Box of Bonbons is particularly peculiar –

++ BOX OF BONBONS 2015

BLOODLUST BONBON

Smoked cacao with dragon’s blood resin, red musk, red patchouli and vetiver with a drop of cinnamon.

DESIRE BONBON

Belgian chocolate with neroli, black patchouli and black musk, gilded by apple, bergamot, blood red rose, teak, and vanilla.

EMBALMING FLUID BONBON

Chocolate and embalming fluid: perhaps an acquired taste?

HAUNTED BONBON

Dark chocolate with thick golden amber and murky black musk.

LAUDANUM BONBON

Nicely narcotic: bittersweet chocolate with nutmeg, sassafras, black poppy and myrrh.

LURID BONBON

Dark chocolate dotted by cacao nibs, laced with black currant, Bulgarian lavender, white musk, and thick resins.

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While I would dearly love to share artwork here for the following three Lupercalia subsets, in the interest of protecting those that are underage or possess delicate sensibilities, I’ll only be listing the notes here. Please refer to our web site for the naughty bits.

++ ODE TO VENUS

A line inspired by the timeless beauty of vintage nude postcard photography; in our vision, each of these women illustrates a facet of the splendor of the Roman goddess of love.

Venus, bright Goddess of the skies,
To whom unnumbered temples rise,
Jove’s daughter fair, whose wily arts
Delude fond lovers of their hearts;
Oh, listen gracious to my prayer,
And free my mind from anxious care.

If e’er you heard my ardent vow,
Propitious goddess, hear me now!
And oft my ardent vow you’ve heard,
By Cupid’s friendly aid preferred,
Oft left the golden courts of Jove
To listen to my tales of love.

The radiant car your sparrows drew;
You gave the word, and swift they flew,
Through liquid air they winged their way,
I saw their quivering pinions play:
To my plain roof they bore their queen,
Of aspect mild and look serene.

Soon as you came by your command,
Back flew the wantoned, feathered band,
Then, with a sweet enchanting look,
Divinely smiling, thus you spoke;
“Why didst thou call me to thy cell?
Tell me, my gentle Sappho, tell.

“What healing medicine shall I find
To cure thy love-distempered mind?
Say, shall I lend thee all my charms
To win young Phaon to thy arms?
Or does some other swain subdue
Thy heart? my Sappho, tell me, who?

“Though now, averse, thy charms he slight,
He soon shall view thee with delight:
Though now he scorns thy gifts to take,
He soon to thee shall offerings make;
Though now thy beauties fail to move,
He soon shall melt with equal love.”

Once more, O Venus! hear my prayer,
And ease my mind of anxious care;
Again vouchsafe to be my guest,
And calm this tempest in my breast!
To thee, bright queen, my vows aspire;
O grant me all my heart’s desire!

ALMA VENUS

Mother Venus

Amber-infused blood orange with Italian neroli, ambergris, orange flower absolute, French beeswax, tuberose, Himalayan cedar, and honey.

VENUS CAELESTIS

Celestial Venus

Blue lotus absolute, grey amber, white myrrh, frankincense, and sugared lemon peel.

VENUS CALLIPYGE

Venus With the Pretty Bottom

Iris root, carnation, and grandiflorum jasmine with violet leaf, muguet, and peach blossom.

VENUS CLOACINA

Venus the Purifier

A magnificent white gardenia in full bloom, gilded by frankincense, sheer musk, and vanilla orchid.

VENUS ERYCINA

Venus of the Prostitutes

Honeysuckle absolute with white gardenia, red patchouli, red amber, and crushed diamond accord.

VENUS GENETRIX

Venus the Progenitor

Black amber and jasmine tea with 7-year aged vanilla bourbon absolute.

VENUS LIBITINA

Venus of the Undertakers

Rose water, black cherry, cream accord, bourbon, and orris root.

VENUS MURCIA

Venus of the Myrtle

Crushed grass, honey myrtle, and dew-touched green musk.

VENUS OBSEQUENS

Venus the Gracious

Pink apple and blackcurrant with honey and cardamom.

VENUS VERTICORDIA

Venus the Changer of Hearts

Fickle dandelion florets dancing through honey-drenched wildflowers.

VENUS VICTRIX

Venus the Victorious

Peru balsam and aged patchouli with white sandalwood, red musk, red roses, and wood moss.

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++ ODE TO MARS

To strike a balance with this year’s Ode to Venus, we present an Ode the God of War and Agriculture: a series of six emboldening, strengthening, fertile scents that embody dominance, power, vitality, and sexual potency.

Magnanimous, unconquer'd, boistrous Mars,
In darts rejoicing, and in bloody wars
Fierce and untam'd, whose mighty pow'r can make
The strongest walls from their foundations shake:
Mortal destroying king, defil'd with gore, 5
Pleas'd with war's dreadful and tumultuous roar:
Thee, human blood, and swords, and spears delight,
And the dire ruin of mad savage fight.
Stay, furious contests, and avenging strife,
Whose works with woe, embitter human life; 10
To lovely Venus, and to Bacchus yield,
To Ceres give the weapons of the field;
Encourage peace, to gentle works inclin'd,
And give abundance, with benignant mind.

LENUS MARS

Mars the Healer

Roman chamomile, white musk, and ambergris.

MARS ALATOR

Mars the Huntsman

Sweet fig and vetiver.

MARS COROTIACUS

Mars of the Cavalry

A dark leather chypre with white sage and juniper berry.

MARS LOUCETIUS

Mars of the Thunderstorm

A white tea chypre with rockrose, white sandalwood, and champaca flower.

MARS RIGONEMETIS

Mars of the Sacred Grove

Dark musk entwined with ivy, black pine, birch tar, cypress, black cedar, and black pepper.

MARS ULTOR

Mars the Avenger

Black amber and smoky vanilla with cistus, benzoin, caramelized tobacco, and blackened nutmeg.

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It wouldn’t be Lupercalia without our Shunga series, would it?

A limited edition Salon series celebrating the joy, humor, playfulness, and thrill of sexual intercourse through scent interpretations of Edo era Japanese erotic art.

A COMMENTARY

Ripe apricots and neroli-tinged red musk with bergamot, bitter clove, and vetiver.

A PECULIAR SPIRIT

Tobacco absolute with neroli, oudh, benzoin, and black tea leaf.

ARISTOCRATIC COUPLE

Bourbon vanilla, preserved apricot, and cardamom.

COMPARISON OF CELEBRATED BEAUTIES

Vanilla cream, mimosa, and almond blossom.

IVORY VULVA

Marshmallow root, coconut, macadamia milk, cream accord, and a drop of golden amber.

JOYFUL ROMP

Plum blossoms and white sandalwood with indigo, tuberose, plum musk, and a drop of vetiver.

LOVERS AND A FAN

White coconut, thick wildflower honey, and threads of saffron.

MINAMOTO NO YORIMASA AND THE LOTUS FLOWER

Lotus root, lotus petals, and blue lotus absolute with frankincense, black amber, and blackcurrant.

MOUNT FUJI REFLECTED IN LAKE MISAICA

An oamoss chypre with black cypress, wild mint, labdanum, pine needles, white sandalwood, and white cedar.

THE ONNAGATA AND THE PILLOW ROLL

White musk and Himalayan cedar with bergamot, rose absolute, white patchouli, pink peppercorn, and hay absolute.

PLEASANT EMBRACE

Lemon-silvered musk and white pear.

PROSPEROUS FLOWERS OF THE ELEGANT TWELVE SEASONS

Patchouli and honeyed saffron with labdanum, leather accord, and wood vanilla.

RIDING IN THE PALANQUIN

Lacquered wood, mother of pearl, bamboo, silk, ho leaf, and jasmine blossoms.

SEATED COUPLE LEANING ON HIPS

Sake, skin musk, and ambrette seed.

SERVING TEA AFTER COITUS

Green tea, heady honey, white plum, ambergris accord, and vanilla flower.

STARTLED TOAD

Golden amber and coconut with frankincense, frothy vanilla, carnation, sweet aged patchouli, and lemongrass.

THE WET NURSE AND THE OLD MONK

Red sandalwood, peach, white tea, and champaca.

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January 27th, 2015

BPAL's Travels in 2015 (List of places we will be vending in the coming year)

We'll update info as we get it - booth numbers, hours, days, etc.


Denver Comic Con
http://denvercomiccon.com/

May 23 - 25. 2015

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CBLDF Welcome Party San Diego Comic Con

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Dragon*Con - Atlanta

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September 4 - 7, 2015

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January 6th, 2015

Happy New Year, all! I hope your 2014 was joy-filled and bright, but if that wasn’t quite the case, we present Lacus Oblivionis, the latest installment in our Map o’the Moon series...

Peninsula Delioiorum

LACUS OBLIVIONIS

The Lake of Forgetfulness: a deep, still pool of lavender, aged benzoin and patchouli, frankincense, and sorrow-honeyed ylang ylang.  Deep beneath, there is a touch of fig’s sweetness and amber’s golden light.

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This month, we are thrilled to introduce our Sherlock Holmes line, 221B Baker Street. This series has been almost a decade in the making, and technically began the day I first read the Hound of the Baskervilles in third grade.

221B is a project that will overlap between Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab and Black Phoenix Trading Post. Many members of the dramatis personæ will be available in perpetuity through the general catalogue, while the stories themselves will manifest as limited edition runs.

Sherlock Holmes has been a source of inspiration and pleasure for me, spanning almost my entire life, and helped me, as a child and as an adult, to understand the merits of critical thinking, the value of a potent imagination, and the necessity of observation.

++ 221B BAKER STREET

It was on a bitterly cold and frosty morning during the winter of ‘97 that I was awakened by a tugging at my shoulder. It was Holmes. The candle in his hand shone upon his eager, stooping face and told me at a glance that something was amiss.

“Come, Watson, come!” he cried. “The game is afoot. Not a word! Into your clothes and come!”

SHERLOCK HOLMES

My name is Sherlock Holmes.  It is my business to know what other people don't know.

A fastidiously clean scent, with a dash of pipe and cigarette tobacco. Faintly beneath, you catch the fragrance of a smear of greasepaint, a stray horsehair, and a whisper of Moroccan leather and rosin.

JOHN WATSON

I know, my dear Watson, that you share my love of all that is bizarre and outside the conventions and humdrum routine of everyday life.

Tweed and crisp linen, lime-tinged aftershave, the sleek steel and oil of a well-cared for service revolver, and a memory’s echo of a Jezail bullet shell.

Label artwork for this line was created by Julie Dillon and Abigail Larson.

January 1st, 2015

Join us for our Lunacy events 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 Yule updates.

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

The West Coast Will Call event will be held on Tuesday, January 6th 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

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The Dirty South Will Call event will be held Saturday, January 10th from 4 to 7pm at Hammond Park.

705 Hammond Dr.
(In the Community Room located off of Glenridge Rd. NE)
Sandy Springs, Georgia 30328

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

Hope to see you there!

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December 5th, 2014

First up: New lunacy!

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

LACUS DOLORIS

The Lake of Sorrow: the plaintive wail of a bleak, pale chypre with carrot seed, lugubrious opoponax, and wormwood.

On to the BPTP update!

Ted, Ashley, Krampus, Santa, and the Goblins are thrilled to introduce the Black Phoenix Trading Post 2014 Yule Collection!

Please note: cutoff date for domestic Christmas orders is 12 December 2014. We will, of course, do our best to get your order to you by Christmas, but if your order is a Christmas gift, please let us know by checking the humongous red and green box at checkout and the Goblins and I will do everything in our power to expedite the process.

Krampus is insisting on showing off his series first –

++ BPTP’S KRAMPUSNACHT FRAGRANCES

KRAMPUS’ CHAINS

Black licorice and rusted musk with tobacco absolute and myrrh.

KRAMPUS’ SHADOW

Birch tar, patchouli, and blackish-red musk.

YULE BUDDIES

Frosted gingerbread, leather, pipe tobacco, and fruitcake crumbs.

What a show off.

Next up, we have a selection of Yule candles, crafted by Sara Robey! –

++ BPTP YULE CANDLES

CHOCOLATE ESPRESSO GINGERBREAD

Please do not eat!

JOTUNHEIMR

The Home of the Giants, the World Beyond the Fence. A vast, anarchic, and mighty wilderness of dark, wild forests and sharp, toothy mountain peaks where winter reigns eternally.

MULLED CIDER

Apples and ale stewed with orange and lemon rind, cinnamon sticks, cloves, allspice berries, maple syrup, and dark rum.

NAUGHTY

Your friendly neighborhood sex shop: gleaming black leather, latex, and musk.

NICE

As sweet as can be: spun sugar strawberries.

ROSE RED

The perfected winter rose, dew covered and freshly cut.

SMUTTY GOBLIN

A goblin’y take on Smut! Smutty Goblin Musk sweetened with sugar and tonka, and woozy with dark booze notes.

SNOW WHITE

A chilly, bright perfume: flurries of virgin snow, crisp winter wind and the faintest breath of night-blooming flowers.

And a line of Yule hair glosses to help keep your locks a-gleamin’, despite sleet, snow, rain, and other weather things that we’re unfamiliar with in Los Angeles.

++ BPTP YULE HAIR GLOSS

HONEYED FRANKINCENSE

Honey absolute, honey myrtle, and white frankincense.

ELDRITCH DARK

Black and red musks with honey, leather, and sugared black rose.

FROSTY SILKYBAT

Sugared patchouli, snowy vanilla, and snowflakes.

ROSE RED

The perfected winter rose, dew covered and freshly cut.

SNOW WHITE

A chilly, bright perfume: flurries of virgin snow, crisp winter wind and the faintest breath of night-blooming flowers.

WINTER LILY AND SUGARCANE

Pale, elegant lily blossoms gilded with snow and lightly brushed with sugarcane.

And some atmosphere sprays to help your holiday cheer stay cheerful! –

++ BPTP YULE ATMOSPHERE SPRAYS

BLUE SPRUCE AND SNOW-CAPPED PINE

With a touch of juniper and cypress.

CHESTNUT AND FIG

With Himalayan cedar, violet leaf, and cade.

FIREWOOD AND TOBACCO

Ashes, glowing embers, and tobacco absolute.

MIDNIGHT AT MIDWINTER

Terebinth pine, fir balsam, frozen sap, blackcurrant, and vetiver.

SUGAR PLUM AND VANILLA BEAN
An almost ridiculously adorable scent.

VIVEMENT

Peppermint candies dropped into a flute of champagne

Black Phoenix Trading Post got a little nutty with the colored snowball subseries this year –

++ BPTP YULE SNOWBALL PERFUMES

COQUELICOT SNOW

Snowballs of poppy-red musk, tangerine, blood orange, and mimosa blossom.

GLAUCOUS SNOW

Snowballs of blue lilac, lotus root, Roman chamomile, sandalwood, and cade.

FULVOUS SNOW

Snowballs of hay absolute, tonka bean, honeyed oak, patchouli, chestnut blossom, and oudh.

The Goblins have been spending a lot of time thumbing through Alchemy Lab’s Marchen notes…

BLACK PHOENIX TRADING POST: THE SNOW QUEEN, A TALE IN SEVEN PARTS

In this installment, we present parts I and II --

Which Describes a Looking-Glass and the Broken Fragments

You must attend to the commencement of this story, for when we get to the end we shall know more than we do now about a very wicked hobgoblin; he was one of the very worst, for he was a real demon. One day, when he was in a merry mood, he made a looking-glass which had the power of making everything good or beautiful that was reflected in it almost shrink to nothing, while everything that was worthless and bad looked increased in size and worse than ever. The most lovely landscapes appeared like boiled spinach, and the people became hideous, and looked as if they stood on their heads and had no bodies. Their countenances were so distorted that no one could recognize them, and even one freckle on the face appeared to spread over the whole of the nose and mouth. The demon said this was very amusing. When a good or pious thought passed through the mind of any one it was misrepresented in the glass; and then how the demon laughed at his cunning invention. All who went to the demon’s school—for he kept a school—talked everywhere of the wonders they had seen, and declared that people could now, for the first time, see what the world and mankind were really like. They carried the glass about everywhere, till at last there was not a land nor a people who had not been looked at through this distorted mirror. They wanted even to fly with it up to heaven to see the angels, but the higher they flew the more slippery the glass became, and they could scarcely hold it, till at last it slipped from their hands, fell to the earth, and was broken into millions of pieces. But now the looking-glass caused more unhappiness than ever, for some of the fragments were not so large as a grain of sand, and they flew about the world into every country. When one of these tiny atoms flew into a person’s eye, it stuck there unknown to him, and from that moment he saw everything through a distorted medium, or could see only the worst side of what he looked at, for even the smallest fragment retained the same power which had belonged to the whole mirror. Some few persons even got a fragment of the looking-glass in their hearts, and this was very terrible, for their hearts became cold like a lump of ice. A few of the pieces were so large that they could be used as window-panes; it would have been a sad thing to look at our friends through them. Other pieces were made into spectacles; this was dreadful for those who wore them, for they could see nothing either rightly or justly. At all this the wicked demon laughed till his sides shook—it tickled him so to see the mischief he had done. There were still a number of these little fragments of glass floating about in the air, and now you shall hear what happened with one of them.

A VERY WICKED HOBGOBLIN PERFUME

Merry malice and malevolent pleasures: infernal red musk bubbling with sour white grape and bitter cognac.

THE DEMON’S SCHOOL ATMOSPHERE SPRAY

Open daily. Lessons in cunning, derision, and scorn: vetiver smoke and acerbic incense.

SHARDS OF LOOKING-GLASS HAIR GLOSS

Fragments of a hellish distorted mirror: glassy lily, muguet, and mugwort.

A Little Boy and a Little Girl

In a large town, full of houses and people, there is not room for everybody to have even a little garden, therefore they are obliged to be satisfied with a few flowers in flower-pots. In one of these large towns lived two poor children who had a garden something larger and better than a few flower-pots. They were not brother and sister, but they loved each other almost as much as if they had been. Their parents lived opposite to each other in two garrets, where the roofs of neighboring houses projected out towards each other and the water-pipe ran between them. In each house was a little window, so that any one could step across the gutter from one window to the other. The parents of these children had each a large wooden box in which they cultivated kitchen herbs for their own use, and a little rose-bush in each box, which grew splendidly. Now after a while the parents decided to place these two boxes across the water-pipe, so that they reached from one window to the other and looked like two banks of flowers. Sweet-peas drooped over the boxes, and the rose-bushes shot forth long branches, which were trained round the windows and clustered together almost like a triumphal arch of leaves and flowers. The boxes were very high, and the children knew they must not climb upon them, without permission, but they were often, however, allowed to step out together and sit upon their little stools under the rose-bushes, or play quietly. In winter all this pleasure came to an end, for the windows were sometimes quite frozen over. But then they would warm copper pennies on the stove, and hold the warm pennies against the frozen pane; there would be very soon a little round hole through which they could peep, and the soft bright eyes of the little boy and girl would beam through the hole at each window as they looked at each other. Their names were Kay and Gerda. In summer they could be together with one jump from the window, but in winter they had to go up and down the long staircase, and out through the snow before they could meet.

See there are the white bees swarming,” said Kay’s old grandmother one day when it was snowing.

Have they a queen bee?” asked the little boy, for he knew that the real bees had a queen.

To be sure they have,” said the grandmother. “She is flying there where the swarm is thickest. She is the largest of them all, and never remains on the earth, but flies up to the dark clouds. Often at midnight she flies through the streets of the town, and looks in at the windows, then the ice freezes on the panes into wonderful shapes, that look like flowers and castles.”

Yes, I have seen them,” said both the children, and they knew it must be true.

Can the Snow Queen come in here?” asked the little girl.

Only let her come,” said the boy, “I’ll set her on the stove and then she’ll melt.”

Then the grandmother smoothed his hair and told him some more tales. One evening, when little Kay was at home, half undressed, he climbed on a chair by the window and peeped out through the little hole. A few flakes of snow were falling, and one of them, rather larger than the rest, alighted on the edge of one of the flower boxes. This snow-flake grew larger and larger, till at last it became the figure of a woman, dressed in garments of white gauze, which looked like millions of starry snow-flakes linked together. She was fair and beautiful, but made of ice—shining and glittering ice. Still she was alive and her eyes sparkled like bright stars, but there was neither peace nor rest in their glance. She nodded towards the window and waved her hand. The little boy was frightened and sprang from the chair; at the same moment it seemed as if a large bird flew by the window. On the following day there was a clear frost, and very soon came the spring. The sun shone; the young green leaves burst forth; the swallows built their nests; windows were opened, and the children sat once more in the garden on the roof, high above all the other rooms. How beautiful the roses blossomed this summer. The little girl had learnt a hymn in which roses were spoken of, and then she thought of their own roses, and she sang the hymn to the little boy, and he sang too:—

Roses bloom and cease to be,
But we shall the Christ-child see.”

Then the little ones held each other by the hand, and kissed the roses, and looked at the bright sunshine, and spoke to it as if the Christ-child were there. Those were splendid summer days. How beautiful and fresh it was out among the rose-bushes, which seemed as if they would never leave off blooming. One day Kay and Gerda sat looking at a book full of pictures of animals and birds, and then just as the clock in the church tower struck twelve, Kay said, “Oh, something has struck my heart!” and soon after, “There is something in my eye.”

The little girl put her arm round his neck, and looked into his eye, but she could see nothing.

I think it is gone,” he said. But it was not gone; it was one of those bits of the looking-glass—that magic mirror, of which we have spoken—the ugly glass which made everything great and good appear small and ugly, while all that was wicked and bad became more visible, and every little fault could be plainly seen. Poor little Kay had also received a small grain in his heart, which very quickly turned to a lump of ice. He felt no more pain, but the glass was there still. “Why do you cry?” said he at last; “it makes you look ugly. There is nothing the matter with me now. Oh, see!” he cried suddenly, “that rose is worm-eaten, and this one is quite crooked. After all they are ugly roses, just like the box in which they stand,” and then he kicked the boxes with his foot, and pulled off the two roses.

Kay, what are you doing?” cried the little girl; and then, when he saw how frightened she was, he tore off another rose, and jumped through his own window away from little Gerda.

When she afterwards brought out the picture book, he said, “It was only fit for babies in long clothes,” and when grandmother told any stories, he would interrupt her with “but;” or, when he could manage it, he would get behind her chair, put on a pair of spectacles, and imitate her very cleverly, to make people laugh. By-and-by he began to mimic the speech and gait of persons in the street. All that was peculiar or disagreeable in a person he would imitate directly, and people said, “That boy will be very clever; he has a remarkable genius.” But it was the piece of glass in his eye, and the coldness in his heart, that made him act like this. He would even tease little Gerda, who loved him with all her heart. His games, too, were quite different; they were not so childish. One winter’s day, when it snowed, he brought out a burning-glass, then he held out the tail of his blue coat, and let the snow-flakes fall upon it. “Look in this glass, Gerda,” said he; and she saw how every flake of snow was magnified, and looked like a beautiful flower or a glittering star. “Is it not clever?” said Kay, “and much more interesting than looking at real flowers. There is not a single fault in it, and the snow-flakes are quite perfect till they begin to melt.”

Soon after Kay made his appearance in large thick gloves, and with his sledge at his back. He called up stairs to Gerda, “I’ve got to leave to go into the great square, where the other boys play and ride.” And away he went.

In the great square, the boldest among the boys would often tie their sledges to the country people’s carts, and go with them a good way. This was capital. But while they were all amusing themselves, and Kay with them, a great sledge came by; it was painted white, and in it sat some one wrapped in a rough white fur, and wearing a white cap. The sledge drove twice round the square, and Kay fastened his own little sledge to it, so that when it went away, he followed with it. It went faster and faster right through the next street, and then the person who drove turned round and nodded pleasantly to Kay, just as if they were acquainted with each other, but whenever Kay wished to loosen his little sledge the driver nodded again, so Kay sat still, and they drove out through the town gate. Then the snow began to fall so heavily that the little boy could not see a hand’s breadth before him, but still they drove on; then he suddenly loosened the cord so that the large sled might go on without him, but it was of no use, his little carriage held fast, and away they went like the wind. Then he called out loudly, but nobody heard him, while the snow beat upon him, and the sledge flew onwards. Every now and then it gave a jump as if it were going over hedges and ditches. The boy was frightened, and tried to say a prayer, but he could remember nothing but the multiplication table.

The snow-flakes became larger and larger, till they appeared like great white chickens. All at once they sprang on one side, the great sledge stopped, and the person who had driven it rose up. The fur and the cap, which were made entirely of snow, fell off, and he saw a lady, tall and white, it was the Snow Queen.

We have driven well,” said she, “but why do you tremble? here, creep into my warm fur.” Then she seated him beside her in the sledge, and as she wrapped the fur round him he felt as if he were sinking into a snow drift.

Are you still cold,” she asked, as she kissed him on the forehead. The kiss was colder than ice; it went quite through to his heart, which was already almost a lump of ice; he felt as if he were going to die, but only for a moment; he soon seemed quite well again, and did not notice the cold around him.

My sledge! don’t forget my sledge,” was his first thought, and then he looked and saw that it was bound fast to one of the white chickens, which flew behind him with the sledge at its back. The Snow Queen kissed little Kay again, and by this time he had forgotten little Gerda, his grandmother, and all at home.

Now you must have no more kisses,” she said, “or I should kiss you to death.”

Kay looked at her, and saw that she was so beautiful, he could not imagine a more lovely and intelligent face; she did not now seem to be made of ice, as when he had seen her through his window, and she had nodded to him. In his eyes she was perfect, and she did not feel at all afraid. He told her he could do mental arithmetic, as far as fractions, and that he knew the number of square miles and the number of inhabitants in the country. And she always smiled so that he thought he did not know enough yet, and she looked round the vast expanse as she flew higher and higher with him upon a black cloud, while the storm blew and howled as if it were singing old songs. They flew over woods and lakes, over sea and land; below them roared the wild wind; the wolves howled and the snow crackled; over them flew the black screaming crows, and above all shone the moon, clear and bright,—and so Kay passed through the long winter’s night, and by day he slept at the feet of the Snow Queen.

A TRIUMPHAL ARCH OF LEAVES AND FLOWERS ATMOSPHERE SPRAY

Kitchen herbs and rosebushes streaming with snow peas and fluttering petals.

THE WHITE BEES SWARMING HAIR GLOSS

Frost-dusted honey.

NEITHER PEACE NOR REST PERFUME

This snow-flake grew larger and larger, till at last it became the figure of a woman, dressed in garments of white gauze, which looked like millions of starry snow-flakes linked together. She was fair and beautiful, but made of ice—shining and glittering ice. Still she was alive and her eyes sparkled like bright stars, but there was neither peace nor rest in their glance.

A scent that glitters with the coldest white musk; hollow, sharp, and brittle.

SPLENDID SUMMER DAYS ATMOSPHERE SPRAY

Perfect red roses, warm amber sunlight, and the sweet honeyed carnation of friendship.

THE SHARD IN THE HEART, THE WORM IN THE ROSE ATMOSPHERE SPRAY

Stony contempt and blossoming darkness: vetiver trickling through sickly roses.

A LADY TALL AND WHITE PERFUME

A fur and cap all made of snow: frosted vanilla sandalwood.
SLEEPING AT THE FEET OF THE SNOW QUEEN HAIR GLOSS

And she always smiled so that he thought he did not know enough yet, and she looked round the vast expanse as she flew higher and higher with him upon a black cloud, while the storm blew and howled as if it were singing old songs. They flew over woods and lakes, over sea and land; below them roared the wild wind; the wolves howled and the snow crackled; over them flew the black screaming crows, and above all shone the moon, clear and bright,—and so Kay passed through the long winter’s night, and by day he slept at the feet of the Snow Queen.

The roar of the wild wind, the howl of winter wolves, the screams of night-winged crows, and the moon shining, clear and bright: juniper and white musk with white tea extract, oakmoss absolute, white lemon rind, and tobacco.

The Yules will be live until 5 February 2015!

We hope your holidays are filled with love, joy, laughter, and song, and that switches and chains will only come into play if you want them to!

December 2nd, 2014

The last Will Call events for the year! We hope you’ll come out and join us.

We will be holding toy drives at both the West Coast and Dirty South Will Calls. For every toy (no plush, please) valued at $10 or more that you bring, you will receive a limited edition .5ml Gingerbread Jolly Roger.

Join us for our Lunacy events 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 Yule updates.

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

The West Coast Will Call event will be held on Friday, December 5th from 6 to 9pm at Dark Delicacies.

Toys will be given to Spark of Love, the Los Angeles County Fire Department’s toy collection campaign.

Dark Delicacies

3512 W. Magnolia Blvd
(1 block east of Hollywood Way)
Burbank, CA 91505
www.darkdel.com

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The Dirty South Will Call event will be held Saturday, December 13th from 4 to 7pm at Hammond Park.

Toys will be given to Children’s Healthcare Of Atlanta.

705 Hammond Dr.
(In the Community Room located off of Glenridge Rd. NE)
Sandy Springs, Georgia 30328

New England Will Call will be held at Healthy Living Market on Sunday, December 21st from 4 to 7pm, in the Wellness Department.

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

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

Hope to see you there!

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November 26th, 2014

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Visit the BPAL site on Black Friday, Small Business Saturday, or Cyber Monday and place an order to get this Limited Edition imp:

SEVEN HERBS CHARM

Inspired by Southern Conjure, this imp was crafted with herbs and flowers that are traditionally used to stimulate a burst of good fortune and a shower of prosperity. Let’s keep passing tokens of shining luck and good cheer forward! Lift each other up, and brighten our futures together!

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