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West Coast Will Call For April

2015 March 29

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

Discontinuation alert: Hamptons and Bread and Butterfly

2015 March 26
by black phoenix

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

March Salem and Dirty South Will Call Events

2015 March 18

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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!

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13 Returns For A New Friday the 13th

2015 March 13
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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.

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New Lunacy And The Bards Of Ireland Are Here

2015 March 4
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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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West Coast Will Call And A New Dark Delicacies Exclusive Scent

2015 February 27
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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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Black Supermoon Is Live!

2015 February 18
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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.

Celebrating The Lunar New Year and Friday the 13th with 13 and Wooden Goat

2015 February 12
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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 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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A New Lunacy At BPAL and Lupercalia Has Arrived At The Black Phoenix Trading Post

2015 February 3
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First up: New lunacy!

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

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MARE NECTARIS

The Sea of Nectar: sweet peach liquor with papaya-infused musk, golden musk, and green ti leaf.

 

And Lupercalia has arrived at the Black Phoenix Trading Post.

 

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++ BPTP LUPERCALIA: THE YEAR OF LOVE

There were four loves that one by one,
Following the seasons and the sun,
Passed over without tears, and fell
Away without farewell.

The first was made of gold and tears,
The next of aspen-leaves and fears,
The third of rose-boughs and rose-roots,
The last love of strange fruits.

GOLD AND TEARS PERFUME

Glittering, ductile amber wet with carrot seed and bittersweet grey musk.

 

ASPEN-LEAVES AND FEARS HAIR GLOSS

Honey streaked with red musk and saffron.

 

ROSE-BOUGHS AND ROSE-ROOTS HAIR GLOSS

Vibrant red and white rose petals, thorny boughs, and gnarled roots.

 

These were the four loves faded.
Hold Some minutes fast the time of gold
When our lips each way clung and clove
To a face full of love.

THESE WERE THE FOUR LOVES FADED BATH OIL

Coconut, white jasmine, and mint-green moss with honeysuckle, tuberose, and white amber.

 

THE TIME OF GOLD BATH OIL

Orange blossom and vanilla orchid with frankincense, rockrose, golden sandalwood, gilded cedar, and yellow lily.

 

The tears inside our eyelids met,
Wrung forth with kissing, and wept wet
The faces cleaving each to each
Where the blood served for speech.

TEARS WRUNG FORTH PERFUME

Black cypress, celery seed, Italian bergamot, green juniper berries, ylang ylang, and petitgrain.

 

FACES CLEAVING EACH TO EACH PERFUME

White apple, benzoin, and oudh.

 

The second, with low patient brows
Bound under aspen-coloured boughs
And eyes made strong and grave with sleep
And yet too weak to weep—

 

EYES MADE STRONG AND GRAVE WITH SLEEP PERFUME

Ambergris accord, white musk, tobacco absolute, opoponax, and bitter cacao.

 

The third, with eager mouth at ease
Fed from late autumn honey, lees
Of scarce gold left in latter cells
With scattered flower-smells—

 

LATE AUTUMN HONEY BATH OIL

Thick raw honey with a touch of Russian sage and hyssop.

 

SCATTERED FLOWER-SMELLS HAIR GLOSS

Osmanthus, linden, tuberose, carnation, ylang ylang, and lemon tree blossoms with Himalayan cedar and a drop of tobacco absolute.

 

Hair sprinkled over with spoilt sweet
Of ruined roses, wrists and feet
Slight-swathed, as grassy-girdled sheaves
Hold in stray poppy-leaves—

 

RUINED ROSES PERFUME

White rose marred by oakmoss, Spanish moss, slippery labdanum, and gurjum balsam.

 

STRAY POPPY-LEAVES HAIR GLOSS

Poppy leaves, tobacco leaves, mandrake root, and dried ivy.

 

The fourth, with lips whereon has bled
Some great pale fruit’s slow colour, shed
From the rank bitter husk whence drips
Faint blood between her lips—

 

FAINT BLOOD BETWEEN HER LIPS PERFUME

Honey and daemonorops draco with rum absolute, tobacco, and vetiver.

 

Made of the heat of whole great Junes
Burning the blue dark round their moons
(Each like a mown red marigold)
So hard the flame keeps hold—

 

BURNING THE BLUE DARK ROUND THEIR MOONS ATMOSPHERE SPRAY

Sapphire-blue musk alight with a white fire of chamomile, styrax, iced honey, saffron, and castoreum accord.

 

These are burnt thoroughly away.
Only the first holds out a day
Beyond these latter loves that were
Made of mere heat and air.

And now the time is winterly
The first love fades too: none will see,
When April warms the world anew,
The place wherein love grew.

 

THE FIRST LOVE FADES TOO ATMOSPHERE SPRAY

Blackened vanilla, white sandalwood, crushed lavender, and oudh.

 

THE PLACE WHEREIN LOVE GREW ATMOSPHERE SPRAY

Bulgarian rose, dark musk, orange blossoms, white fig, and honey.

 

 

++ LUPERCALIA 2015 BATH OILS

BITTERSWEET CHOCOLATE BATH OIL

An exercise is unabashed sensuality: cacao absolute and a hint of oude.

 

BLOOD ROSE BATH OIL

Sensual, robust, and silken: voluptuous red rose bursting with lascivious red wine and sultry dragon’s blood resin.

 

BOURBON VANILLA BATH OIL

Deceptively sweet: bourbon vanilla oleoresin and benzoin resinoid.

 

 

++ LUPERCALIA 2015 ATMOSPHERE SPRAYS

HONEYED GOLDEN MUSK, ROSEWATER, AND RED SANDALWOOD

A haze of skin, silk, and taffeta.

 

OLIBANUM, BLOOD, AND CLOVE

Unhallowed passion.

 

WHISKY, CANDLESMOKE, AND MUSK

With the faintest hint of opium smoke.

 

 

++ LUPERCALIA 2015 HAIR GLOSS

BLACK VANILLA AND CARDAMOM

With a touch of cinnamon, tobacco, and oudh.

 

ROSE PETALS AND CHAMPA

Champa resinoid, frankincense, red wine kyphi, and myrrh.

 

PEACH, WHITE GINGER, AND CUBEB

With tea leaf and cistus.

 

RED PATCHOULI AND FIG

A feral beauty.

Lupercalia 2015 Is Live!

2015 January 28
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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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