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We specialize in formulating body and household blends with a dark, romantic Gothic tone. Our scents run the aesthetic gamut of magickal, pagan and mythological blends, Renaissance, Medieval and Victorian formulas, and horror / Gothic-themed scents.


By utilizing our knowledge of homeopathy and aromatherapy, the conceptual theories of hermetic alchemy, and the aesthetic artistry of perfumery, we have mastered the art of encapsulating allegorical ideas into singular olfactory experiences. We are the first of our kind, and have over fifteen years of practical experience in the field. Our expertise shows.



We pride ourselves on the artistry of our products, and our skill in their creation. All of our products are hand-blended here in our laboratory. Integrity and dedication is vitally important to us, and we do our best to provide the best possible product and slavishly good service to all our clients. Click here to learn more about Black Phoenix and our one-of-a-kind offerings.

Welcome to the Lab!

We specialize in formulating body and household blends with a dark, romantic Gothic tone. Our scents run the aesthetic gamut of magickal, pagan and mythological blends, Renaissance, Medieval and Victorian formulas, and horror / Gothic-themed scents.
By utilizing our knowledge of homeopathy and aromatherapy, the conceptual theories of hermetic alchemy, and the aesthetic artistry of perfumery, we have mastered the art of encapsulating allegorical ideas into singular olfactory experiences. We are the first of our kind, and have over fifteen years of practical experience in the field. Our expertise shows.
We pride ourselves on the artistry of our products, and our skill in their creation. All of our products are hand-blended here in our laboratory. Integrity and dedication is vitally important to us, and we do our best to provide the best possible product and slavishly good service to all our clients.

Lupercalia 2013

Happy Valentine’s from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab!  Click here to see the 2014 collection.

  • Weeping Faces of Wearied Loves

    $23

    Upon her raiment of dyed sendaline
    Were painted all the secret ways of love
    And covered things thereof,
    That hold delight as grape-flowers hold their wine;
    Red mouths of maidens and red feet of doves,
    And brides that kept within the bride-chamber
    Their garment of soft shame,
    And weeping faces of the wearied loves
    That swoon in sleep and awake wearier,
    With heat of lips and hair shed out like flame.

    Oman frankincense, grape flowers, sweet myrrh, black currant bud, and Haitian vetiver stained by red wine.

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  • The Sunlight and the Moonlight Fall from Thee

    $23

    O Love, thou knowest if she were good to see.
    O Time, thou shalt not find in any land
    Till, cast out of thine hand,
    The sunlight and the moonlight fail from thee,
    Another woman fashioned like as this.
    O Sin, thou knowest that all thy shame in her
    Was made a goodly thing;
    Yea, she caught Shame and shamed him with her kiss,
    With her fair kiss, and lips much lovelier
    Than lips of amorous roses in late spring.

    Blood red lilies, white frankincense, black pepper, and tuberose.

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  • The Flowers Cleave Apart

    $23

    Ah! that my tears filled all her woven hair
    And all the hollow bosom of her gown—
    Ah! that my tears ran down
    Even to the place where many kisses were,
    Even where her parted breast-flowers have place,
    Even where they are cloven apart—who knows not this?
    Ah! the flowers cleave apart
    And their sweet fills the tender interspace;
    Ah! the leaves grown thereof were things to kiss
    Ere their fine gold was tarnished at the heart.

    Honeyed jasmine, white neroli, red sandalwood, champaca, and raspberry wine.

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  • She Whose Handmaiden Was Love

    $23

    Even she whose handmaiden was Love—to whom
    At kissing times across her stateliest bed
    Kings bowed themselves and shed
    Pale wine, and honey with the honeycomb,
    And spikenard bruised for a burnt-offering;
    Even she between whose lips the kiss became
    As fire and frankincense;
    Whose hair was as gold raiment on a king,
    Whose eyes were as the morning purged with flame,
    Whose eyelids as sweet savour issuing thence.

    A kiss of fire and frankincense: exquisite Hojari frankincense painted with red benzoin, Ceylon cinnamon, blood rose, pimento, and jasmine hedoine.

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Beloved Favorites

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  • TKO

    $28

    “Many things — such as loving, going to sleep, or behaving unaffectedly — are done worst when we try hardest to do them.”

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  • The Last Unicorn

    $26

    The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam, but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.

    Frosty lilac petals, iris pallida root, orris, violet leaf, white chocolate, coconut, wild lettuce, white sandalwood, and oakmoss.

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  • The Cat

    $26

    There was a polite noise from behind her.

    She turned around. Standing on the wall next to her was a large black cat, identical to the large black cat she'd seen in the grounds at home.

    “Good afternoon,” said the cat.

    Its voice sounded like the voice at the back of Coraline's head, the voice she thought words in, but a man's voice, not a girl's.

    “Hello,” said Coraline. “I saw a cat like you in the garden at home. You must be the other cat.”

    The cat shook its head. “No,” it said. “I'm not the other anything. I'm me.” It tipped its head to one side; green eyes glinted. “You people are spread all over the place. Cats, on the other hand, keep ourselves together. If you see what I mean.”

    “I suppose. But if you're the same cat I saw at home, how can you talk?”

    Cats don't have shoulders, not like people do. But the cat shrugged, in one smooth movement that started at the tip of its tail and ended in a raised movement of its whiskers. “I can talk.”

    “Cats don't talk at home.”

    “No?” said the cat.

    “No,” said Coraline.

    The cat leaped smoothly from the wall to the grass near Coraline's feet. It stared up at her.

    “Well, you're the expert on these things,” said the cat dryly. “After all, what would I know? I'm only a cat.”

    Sleek, black, dark, and clever: benzoin, honey, cedar, and dark musk.

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  • The Antikythera Mechanism

    5.00 out of 5

    Bronze gears spin inside a polished wooden case, and an entire universe dances within.

    Teakwood, oak, black vanilla, and tobacco.

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  • Snake Oil

    4.00 out of 5

    By far, our most popular scent! Magnetic, mysterious, and exceedingly sexual in nature. A blend of exotic Indonesian oils sugared with vanilla.

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  • Scherezade

    5.00 out of 5

    A master storyteller who possessed unfailing courage and compassion, a sharp, quick wit, and a true understanding of human nature. Saffron and Middle Eastern spices swirled through sensual red musk.

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  • Rogue

    Soft, well-worn black leather, hemp, and rosin.

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  • O

    The scent of sexual obsession, slavery to sensual pleasure, and the undercurrent of innocence defiled utterly. Amber and honey with a touch of vanilla.

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