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A Return To Dragon Con, New Exclusives, and August Lunacy Events

2015 August 20
by black phoenix

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

www.lovedtodeath.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

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

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

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

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

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

www.darkdel.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

We also have three new exclusive scents for Dark Delicacies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

All three are available exclusively at www.darkdel.com

 

Remaining Lunacy Event Dates for 2015

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

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

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

Hope to see you there!

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++ BLACK PHOENIX ALCHEMY LAB DRAGONCON 2015

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

++ BLACK PHOENIX ALCHEMY LAB DRAGONCON 2015: PEACH PIT

PEACH IX

Rose musk, peach blossom, and vanilla cream.

PEACH X

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

PEACH XI

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

PEACH XII

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

PEACH XIII

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

PEACH XIV

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

 

++ BLACK PHOENIX ALCHEMY LAB DRAGONCON 2015: DRAGON CAVE

ILL-MANNERED DRAGON

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

RECALCITRANT DRAGON

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

 

++ BLACK PHOENIX TRADING POST DRAGONCON 2015: ATMOSPHERE SPRAYS

STILL LIFE WITH PEACHES: HERCULANEUM, AD50

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

HOUSEBREAKING YOUR DRAGON

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

dragon with a llama mohawk

++ BLACK PHOENIX TRADING POST DRAGONCON 2015: HAIR GLOSS

DRAGON WITH A LLAMA MOHAWK

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

RENOIR’S STILL LIFE WITH PEACHES
Auguste Renoir

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

STILL LIFE WITH MELON AND PEACHES
Edouard Manet

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

 

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

++ THE COLLECTED POETIC WORKS OF ANTONIN SCALIA

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

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

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

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

ASK THE NEAREST HIPPIE

Obergefell vs Hodges

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

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

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

JIGGERY POKERY

King vs Burwell

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

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

LOOMING SPECTRE OF INUTTERABLE HORROR

Arizona vs United States

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

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

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

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

MUMMERIES AND STRAINING-TO-BE- MEMORABLE PASSAGES

Obergefell vs Hodges

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

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

MYSTICAL APHORISMS OF THE FORTUNE COOKIE

Obergefell vs Hodges

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

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

PURE APPLESAUCE

King vs Burwell

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

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

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

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

And now, without further ado –

CARNAVAL DIABOLIQUE

A Pantomime of Deviltry and Debauch in Seven Acts

++ ACT 1: THE PROLOGUE

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

It flashes, “Carnaval Diabolique”.

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

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

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

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

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

Bittersweet chocolate with a heavy cream undertone.

++ ACT 2: FIAT NOX

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Labdanum, cedar, teak and red rose.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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Blue Moons, Claw Polish, a Sojourn to Midian, the Return of Carnaval Diabolique, and a little Jiggery Pokery

2015 July 29
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There’s much to announce!

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

TERRA CALORIS

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

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

BLUE MOON JULY 2015

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DARK DELICACIES

DARK DELICACIES: MIDIAN UNMADE SIGNING

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++ THE COLLECTED POETIC WORKS OF ANTONIN SCALIA

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

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

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

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

ASK THE NEAREST HIPPIE

Obergefell vs Hodges

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

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

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

JIGGERY POKERY

King vs Burwell

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

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

LOOMING SPECTRE OF INUTTERABLE HORROR

Arizona vs United States

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

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

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

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

MUMMERIES AND STRAINING-TO-BE- MEMORABLE PASSAGES

Obergefell vs Hodges

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

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

MYSTICAL APHORISMS OF THE FORTUNE COOKIE

Obergefell vs Hodges

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

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

PURE APPLESAUCE

King vs Burwell

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

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

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

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

And now, without further ado –

CARNAVAL DIABOLIQUE

A Pantomime of Deviltry and Debauch in Seven Acts

++ ACT 1: THE PROLOGUE

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

It flashes, “Carnaval Diabolique”.

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

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

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

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

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

Bittersweet chocolate with a heavy cream undertone.

++ ACT 2: FIAT NOX

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Labdanum, cedar, teak and red rose.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Meanwhile, at BLACK PHOENIX TRADING POST

The Claw Polishes have returned!

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

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

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

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

++ CLAW POLISH

BAKU

HOLOGRAPHIC CRÈME WITH MULTICHROME FLAKE

Soothing lilac, speckled with the remnants of dark dreams.

BELLADONNA

CRÈME

Queen of poisons: a royal, inky violet.

BLACK ANNIS

CRÈME

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

DANCE OF DEATH

SHIMMER-LADEN CRÈME

Sooty green, resplendent with serpentine, golden shimmer.

DENN DIE TODTEN REITEN SCHNELL

CRÈME

Sombre slate grey, a frail offering.

EMBALMING FLUID

GLOW-IN-THE DARK SHEER GLITTER JELLY

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

EVENT HORIZON

GLITTER-SHOT CRÈME

Crushed starlight, lost forever in the blue-black.

FIRE OF LOVE

GLITTER

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

HARLOT

CRÈME

Stark, unabashed red.

JUKE JOINT

GLITTER-SHOT CRÈME

An impertinent charmer, sugar-dusted, electric mint.

LE LETHE

METALLIC PEARL

An indolent, sultry shade of red.

LIBERTINE

CRÈME

Perfect, utterly debauched burgundy.

ONEIROI

IRIDESCENT

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

SPELLBOUND

CRÈME

Come-hither enchantment. A vampy, blackened berry.

TEMPLE OF DREAMS

FOIL

Star-dappled darkness.

UNSEELIE

SHIMMER

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

 

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

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Crimson Peak, Vintage Snake Oil and A Lot Of Lunacy

2015 July 17
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July brings new scents, a vintage favorite, and 4 Lunacy events.

News From The Lab:

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

 

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SNAKE OIL: 2009 VINTAGE

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

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

 

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SCHOLAR’S TOWER

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

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

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July Lunacy Events

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

 

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

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

www.darkdel.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

 

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

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

www.saleminkma.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

 

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

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

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

www.lovedtodeath.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

 

Remaining Lunacy Event Dates for 2015

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

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

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

Hope to see you there!

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July Brings A Blue Moon and a Hot Lunar Blend!

2015 July 2
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This July, the full moon brings a new Lunacy and a Blue Moon.

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

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Blue Moon July 2015

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

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

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

 

TERRA CALORIS

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

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

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Upcoming Dirty South & San Francisco Bay Area Lunacy Events, Plus Details On Salem and West Coast Events

2015 June 20
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We invite you to join us for our upcoming Dirty South and San Francisco Bay Area events.

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

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

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

RSVP for the Event  on Facebook.

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

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

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

Remaining Lunacy Event Dates for 2015

West Coast:

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

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

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

Hope to see you there!

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Lunacy, The Return Of Chaos Theory, and Two New Exclusive Scents

2015 June 2
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This June, the full moon brings Lunacy, Chaos and new exclusives for Haute Macabre and Loved to Death with it.

First up, we are thrilled to present:

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LACUS BONITATIS

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

 

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Our latest collaboration with Haute Macabre is available for preorder!

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ESBAT

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

 

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

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Loved To Death

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

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Finally, we revisit Chaos Theory.

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CHAOS THEORY VII

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

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

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

 

CHAOS THEORY VII: EMERGENCE

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

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

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

 

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CHAOS THEORY VII:ANIMALIC

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

 

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CHAOS THEORY VII: FLORAL

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

 

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CHAOS THEORY VII: FOUGERE

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

 

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CHAOS THEORY VII: GOURMAND

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

 

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CHAOS THEORY VII: ORIENTAL

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

 

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CHAOS THEORY VII: WOODS

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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June West Coast, San Francisco Bay Area, and Salem Lunacy Events

2015 May 22
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We invite you to join us for our West Coast, San Francisco Bay Area, and Salem Lunacy events this June for your opportunity to meet the lab staff (California only), purchase the latest scents, and get a sneak preview of what’s coming soon.

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

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

 

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

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

www.darkdel.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

 

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

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

www.lovedtodeath.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

 

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

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

www.saleminkma.com

RSVP for the Event on Facebook.

 

Remaining Lunacy Event Dates for 2015

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

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

Hope to see you there!

 

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BPAL and BPTP’s Denver Comic Con Exclusives For 2015

2015 May 12
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The following exclusives will only be available at Denver Comic Con May 23rd – 25th at our booth #560.

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

MADAM LOU

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

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

 

LAURA BELLE MCDANIEL

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

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

 

MATTIE SILKS

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

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

 

KATE FULTON

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

A flourish of gardenias and gunpowder.

 

JENNIE ROGERS

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

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

 

++ BPTP DENVER HAIR GLOSS ($30)

HOLLIDAY

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

 

MIKADO SALOON

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

 

PEARL

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

 

 

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

HOUSE OF MIRRORS

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

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

 

THE OLD HOMESTEAD

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

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

 

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New Lunacy Is Live!

2015 May 3
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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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West Coast Will Call For May

2015 May 1
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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
Sunday, August 30th
Sunday, September 27th
Tuesday, October 27th

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