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Note: only 5ml bottles are offered in our limited edition scents. Please check the BPAL forum for stock updates. No samples can be requested for any limited edition scents, as they are not taken into consideration or assimilated into stock when the limited edition oils are made. Simply put: there are none to give. If you request a sample of a limited edition scent, we will swap for a random “permanent” scent.

All limited edition scents are $23!

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  • Absinthe Bonbon


    Wormwood essence, light mints, cardamom, anise, hyssop, and the barest hint of lemon embraced by white chocolate.

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  • Arise, Lift Up Thine Eyes and See


    The tears that through her eyelids fell on me
    Made mine own bitter where they ran between
    As blood had fallen therein,
    She saying; Arise, lift up thine eyes and see
    If any glad thing be or any good
    Now the best thing is taken forth of us;
    Even she to whom all praise
    Was as one flower in a great multitude,
    One glorious flower of many and glorious,
    One day found gracious among many days:

    Champaca flower gilded with golden amber, Madagascar vanilla, Roman chamomile, and black nutmeg.

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  • Blood Kiss Bonbon


    Dark chocolate and lush, creamy vanilla and the honey of the sweetest kiss smeared with the vital throb of husky clove, swollen red cherries, but darkened with the vampiric sensuality of vetiver, soporific poppy and blood red wine, and a skin-light pulse of feral musk.

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  • Crowned and Robed and Dead


    Then I beheld, and lo on the other side
    My lady’s likeness crowned and robed and dead.
    Sweet still, but now not red,
    Was the shut mouth whereby men lived and died.
    And sweet, but emptied of the blood’s blue shade,
    The great curled eyelids that withheld her eyes.
    And sweet, but like spoilt gold,
    The weight of colour in her tresses weighed.
    And sweet, but as a vesture with new dyes,
    The body that was clothed with love of old.

    Red rose and white magnolia in a tomb of vetiver, oak leaf, mahogany, and Somalian olibanum.

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  • Deadly Nightshade Honey Bonbon


    Nightshade accord-infused summer honey encased in dark chocolate.

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  • Death Shall Come in with Thee


    Now, ballad, gather poppies in thine hands
    And sheaves of brier and many rusted sheaves
    Rain-rotten in rank lands,
    Waste marigold and late unhappy leaves
    And grass that fades ere any of it be mown;
    And when thy bosom is filled full thereof
    Seek out Death’s face ere the light altereth,
    And say “My master that was thrall to Love
    Is become thrall to Death.”
    Bow down before him, ballad, sigh and groan.
    But make no sojourn in thy outgoing;
    For haply it may be
    That when thy feet return at evening
    Death shall come in with thee.

    Opium poppy, smoke, and tar with green cognac, brittle white vanilla pod, white sandalwood, and clove bud.

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  • From You I Have Been Absent in the Spring


    From you have I been absent in the spring,
    When proud-pied April dress’d in all his trim
    Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
    That heavy Saturn laugh’d and leap’d with him.
    Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell
    Of different flowers in odour and in hue
    Could make me any summer’s story tell,
    Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew;
    Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
    Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
    They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
    Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
    Yet seem’d it winter still, and, you away,
    As with your shadow I with these did play.
    - Sonnet 98, William Shakespeare

    White lilies, vermillion roses, vanilla orchid, sweet clove, white frankincense, velvety brown oudh, cistus, styrax, aged red patchouli, and a hint of black peppercorn.

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  • Kneel Down, Fair Love, and Fill Thyself with Tears


    Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears,
    Girdle thyself with sighing for a girth
    Upon the sides of mirth,
    Cover thy lips and eyelids, let thine ears
    Be filled with rumour of people sorrowing;
    Make thee soft raiment out of woven sighs
    Upon the flesh to cleave,
    Set pains therein and many a grievous thing,
    And many sorrows after each his wise
    For armlet and for gorget and for sleeve.

    A soft raiment of woven sighs: gossamer orris root and silken white magnolia over a sheer dove-grey musk.

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  • Love and Sleep


    Lying asleep between the strokes of night
    I saw my love lean over my sad bed,
    Pale as the duskiest lily’s leaf or head,
    Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite,
    Too wan for blushing and too warm for white,
    But perfect-coloured without white or red.
    And her lips opened amorously, and said -
    I wist not what, saving one word – Delight.

    And all her face was honey to my mouth,
    And all her body pasture to mine eyes;
    The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire
    The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south,
    The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs
    And glittering eyelids of my soul’s desire.
    - Algernon Swinburne

    Fig milk, vanilla, orchid, and ylang ylang.

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  • Love Lay Upon Her Eyes


    Ah! in the days when God did good to me,
    Each part about her was a righteous thing;
    Her mouth an almsgiving,
    The glory of her garments charity,
    The beauty of her bosom a good deed,
    In the good days when God kept sight of us;
    Love lay upon her eyes,
    And on that hair whereof the world takes heed;
    And all her body was more virtuous
    Than souls of women fashioned otherwise.

    White amber and Bulgarian rose.

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  • Luperci 2014


    Piss off, Saint Valentine! Lupercalia is an ancient Roman celebration, held on February 15th, that kicked in the advent of Spring with a very, very festive purification, fertility and sexuality ritual. The ritual began near the cave of Lupercal on the Palatine, an area sacred to Faunus, as well as Ruminia, Romulus and Remus. During Lupercalia, Vestal Virgins first made offerings of sacred cakes to the fig tree under which the she-wolf suckled the Sacred Twins. A dog and two goats were then offered in sacrifice to Faunus. The blood of the sacrifice was smeared onto two naked patrician youths, who were assisted by the Virgins, and the blood was wiped clean with sacred wool dipped in milk. The youths donned the skins of the sacrificial goats, wielding whips made from the goat skins, and then led the priests and the Virgins around the pomarium, and around the base hills of Rome. This was a ceremony of great happiness and merriment, and was of particular interest to young women: being touched by the goat-whips young men that led the procession ensured their fertility in the coming year. It is believed that, after the initial rite, male participants would draw the name of an available maiden, with whom he spent the rest of the night. This scent is for the Luperci, the Chosen of Faunus, the Brothers of the Wolf: raw, down and dirty patchouli, Gurjam balsam, and essence of Sampson Root sweetened with the heightened sexuality of beeswax, virile juniper, oakmoss, ambrette seed over honey and East African musk.

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  • Lust Bonbon


    Uncontrollable passion and insatiable sexual desire: red musk, patchouli, ylang ylang and myrrh, surrounded by smoky cinnamon-dusted cacao.

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  • Managarm’s Bloody Jaws


    Then the ancient witch who lived in Jarnvid, the Iron Wood, fed the Wolf Managarm on unburied men and on the corpses of those who fell in battle. Mightily grew and flourished the Wolf that was to be the devourer of Mani, the Moon. The Champions in Valhalla would find their seats splashed with the blood that Managarm dashed from his jaws; this was a sign to the Gods that the time of the last battle was approaching.

    The offspring of Fenrir, known in whispers as the Moon-Hound, the Moon-Snatcher, the Enemy, He Who Hates: ironwood needles and blood-matted fur.

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  • O Love and Time and Sin


    O Love’s lute heard about the lands of death,
    Left hanged upon the trees that were therein;
    O Love and Time and Sin,
    Three singing mouths that mourn now underbreath,
    Three lovers, each one evil spoken of;
    O smitten lips wherethrough this voice of mine
    Came softer with her praise;
    Abide a little for our lady’s love.
    The kisses of her mouth were more than wine,
    And more than peace the passage of her days.

    Love and Time and Sin: red rose, Saturnian opoponax, and red musk.

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  • Queen Venus with a Hood Striped Gold and Black


    By night there stood over against my bed
    Queen Venus with a hood striped gold and black,
    Both sides drawn fully back
    From brows wherein the sad blood failed of red,
    And temples drained of purple and full of death.
    Her curled hair had the wave of sea-water
    And the sea’s gold in it.
    Her eyes were as a dove’s that sickeneth.
    Strewn dust of gold she had shed over her,
    And pearl and purple and amber on her feet.

    Rose oudh with fossilized amber, benzoin, blackened labdanum, golden myrrh, and dark musk.

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  • Saint Foutin de Varailles 2014


    Echoing the worship of ancient fertility gods, some early Christians attributed the power to grant blessings of reproductive fruitfulness to Christian saints through accidents of folk-etymology. A syncretic saint of questionable origin, he is possibly the result of a merging of the deity Priapus, or Mutinus Mutunus, and the sainted, semi-mythical first bishop of Lyons, Ponthius, often pronounced Fontin by the common folk of France where his veneration was concentrated. Saint Foutin’s name is an amalgamation of Pothinus and the verb foutre, which means “to fuck”, effectively granting this saint the prerogatives and powers of his predecessor, Priapus.

    Saint Foutin was said to cure venereal diseases and other genital maladies, grant fruitfulness to women, and restore potency to men. Scrapings of stone from the groin of one of the saint’s statues in France was said to cure all sexual ailments. At other shrines, offerings of wine were poured onto the saint’s penis, and worshippers molded ex votos in wax shaped to represent their afflicted body parts to leave in his care, either at the foot of his statue or hanging from the roof of his shrine.

    Beeswax, frankincense, dried rose petals, and a dribble of wine.

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  • She Whose Handmaiden Was Love


    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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  • The Battle of Vigridr


    And now, for the third time, Garm, the hound with blood upon his jaws, barked. He had broken loose on the world, and with fierce bounds he rushed toward Vigard Plain, where the Gods had assembled their powers. Loud barked Garm. The Eagle Hræsvelgur screamed on the edge of heaven. Then the skies were cloven, and the tree Ygdrassil was shaken in all its roots.

    To the place where the Gods had drawn up their ranks came the ship of Jötunheim and the ship of Hel, came the riders of Muspelheim, and Garm, the hound with blood upon his jaws. And out of the sea that now surrounded the plain of Vigard the serpent Jörmungand came.

    What said Odin to the Gods and to the Champions who surrounded him? “We will give our lives and let our world be destroyed, but we will battle so that these evil powers will not live after us.” Out of Hel’s ship sprang Fenrir the Wolf. His mouth gaped; his lower jaw hung against the earth, and his upper jaw scraped the sky. Against the Wolf Odin All-Father fought. Thor might not aid him, for Thor had now to encounter Jörmungand, the monstrous serpent.

    By Fenrir the Wolf Odin was slain. But the younger Gods were now advancing to the battle; and Vidar, the Silent God, came face to face with Fenrir. He laid his foot on the Wolf’s lower jaw, that foot that had on the sandal made of all the scraps of leather that shoemakers had laid by for him, and with his hands he seized the upper jaw and tore his gullet. Thus died Fenrir, the fiercest of all the enemies of the Gods.

    Jörmungand, the monstrous serpent, would have overwhelmed all with the venom he was ready to pour forth. But Thor sprang forward and crushed him with a stroke of his hammer Miölnir. Then Thor stepped back nine paces. But the serpent blew his venom over him, and blinded and choked and burnt, Thor, the World’s Defender, perished.

    Loki sprang from his ship and strove with Heimdall, the Warder of the Rainbow Bridge and the Watcher for the Gods. Loki slew Heimdall and was slain by him.

    Bravely fought Tyr, the God who had sacrificed his swordhand for the binding of the Wolf. Bravely he fought, and many of the powers of evil perished by his strong left hand. But Garm, the hound with bloody jaws, slew Tyr.

    And now the riders of Muspelheim came down on the field. Bright and gleaming were all their weapons. Before them and behind them went wasting fires. Surtur cast fire upon the earth; the tree Ygdrassil took fire and burned in all its great branches; the World Tree was wasted in the blaze. But the fearful fire that Surtur brought on the earth destroyed him and all his host.

    The blood of the gods cascading onto earth and into sea: salt and sinew, venom and flame, and bone shards scattered across the gore-soaked soil of Óskópnir.

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  • The Expiration


    So, so breake off this last lamenting kisse,
    Which sucks two soules, and vapours Both away,
    Turne thou ghost that way, and let mee turne this,
    And let our selves benight our happiest day,
    We ask’d none leave to love; nor will we owe
    Any, so cheape a death, as saying, Goe;

    Goe; and if that word have not quite kil’d thee,
    Ease mee with death, by bidding mee goe too.
    Oh, if it have, let my word worke on mee,
    And a just office on a murderer doe.
    Except it be too late, to kill me so,
    Being double dead, going, and bidding, goe.
    - John Donne

    The last lamenting kiss: velvet red rose absolute with sweet myrrh, amber honey, and red sandalwood.

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  • The Fimbul Winter


    Snow fell on the four quarters of the world; icy winds blew from every side; the sun and the moon were hidden by storms. It was the Fimbul Winter: no spring came and no summer; no autumn brought harvest or fruit, and winter grew into winter again.

    There was three years’ winter. The first was called the Winter of Winds: storms blew and snows drove down and frosts were mighty. The children of men might hardly keep alive in that dread winter.

    The second winter was called the Winter of the Sword: those who were left alive amongst men robbed and slew for what was left to feed on; brother fell on brother and slew him, and over all the world there were mighty battles.

    And the third winter was called the Winter of the Wolf.

    The scent of utter desolation: three long white winters ushering in the end of the world. Endless rolling landscapes of snow and ice, bereft of bud, flower, or seed.

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  • The Final Darkness


    The Wolf Hati caught up on Sol, the Sun; the Wolf Managarm seized on Mani, the Moon; they devoured them; stars fell, and darkness came down on the world.

    The sun turns black, earth sinks in the sea: black amber and shimmering moonflower blackened by opoponax, khus attar, smoked oudh, and myrrh and all swallowed by the fathomless depths of a lightless ocean.

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  • The Flowers Cleave Apart


    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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  • The Laughter of Loki


    Then was heard the galloping of the horses of the riders of Muspelheim; then was heard the laughter of Loki; then was heard the blowing of Heimdall’s horn; then was heard the opening of Valhalla’s five hundred and forty doors, as eight hundred Champions made ready to pass through each door.

    Serpentine green musk with fiery red ginger, sweet basil, alder leaf, white patchouli, cistus, and mistletoe.

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  • The Rending of the Rock


    A dog barked; deep down in the earth a dog barked; it was Garm, the hound with bloody mouth, barking in Gnipa’s Cave. The Dwarfs who heard groaned before their doors of stone. The tree Ygdrassil moaned in all its branches. There was a rending noise as the Giants moved their ship; there was a trampling sound as the hosts of Muspelheim gathered their horses.

    But Jötunheim and Muspelheim and Hel waited tremblingly; it might be that Fenrir the Wolf might not burst the bonds wherewith the Gods had bound him. Without his being loosed the Gods might not be destroyed. And then was heard the rending of the rock as Fenrir broke loose. For the second time the Hound Garm barked in Gnipa’s Cave.

    Doom unfettered, the ruin of hope: the tattered remains of Gelgja, smashed stone, feral grey musk, and blackened blood.

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  • The Ship of Hel


    The riders of Muspelheim reached Bifröst, the Rainbow Bridge. Now would they storm the City of the Gods and fill it with flame. But Bifröst broke under the weight of the riders of Muspelheim, and they came not to the City of the Gods.

    Jörmungand, the serpent that encircles the world, reared itself up from the sea. The waters flooded the lands, and the remnant of the world’s inhabitants was swept away. That mighty flood floated Naglfar, the Ship of Nails that the Giants were so long building, and floated the ship of Hel also. With Hrymer the Giant steering it, Naglfar sailed against the Gods, with all the powers of Jötunheim aboard. And Loki steered the ship of Hel with the Wolf Fenrir upon it for the place of the last battle.

    Black oak and sprucewood with opoponax, myrrh, black ambergris, and the silent ice of Niflheimr.

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  • The Sick Rose


    O Rose thou art sick.
    The invisible worm,
    That flies in the night
    In the howling storm:

    Has found out thy bed
    Of crimson joy:
    And his dark secret love
    Does thy life destroy.
    - William Blake

    A perfect red rose darkened by vetiver, opium tar, labdanum, and red benzoin.

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  • The Sunlight and the Moonlight Fall from Thee


    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 Sword of Surtur


    Since Bifröst was broken, the Æsir and the Vanir, the Asyniur and the Vana, the Einherjer and the Valkyries rode downward to Vigard through the waters of Thund. Odin rode at the head of his Champions. His helmet was of gold and in his hand was his spear Gungnir. Thor and Tyr were in his company.

    In Mirkvid, the Dark Forest, the Vanir stood against the host of Muspelheim. From the broken end of the Rainbow Bridge the riders came, all flashing and flaming, with fire before them and after them. Niörd was there with Skadi, his Giant wife, fierce in her war-dress; Freya was there also, and Frey had Gerda beside him as a battle-maiden. Terribly bright flashed Surtur’s sword. No sword ever owned was as bright as his except the sword that Frey had given to Skirnir. Frey and Surtur fought; he perished, Frey perished in that battle, but he would not have perished if he had had in his hand his own magic sword.

    Iron and fire: red-hot ginger, fossilized amber, prickly poppy, red cedar, cubeb, star anise, and scorpion pepper.

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  • The Three Cocks


    A cock crew; far down in the bowels of the earth he was and beside Hela’s habitation: the rusty-red cock of Hel crew, and his crowing made a stir in the lower worlds. In Jötunheim a cock crew, Fialar, the crimson cock, and at his crowing the Giants aroused themselves. High up in Asgard a cock crew, the golden cock Gullinkambir, and at his crowing the Champions in Valhalla bestirred themselves.

    Red musk and belladonna blossom for Hel’s red rooster, amber and copal for Gullinkambir, and pimento-soaked red clove for Fialar.

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  • The Voice


    Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,
    Saying that now you are not as you were
    When you had changed from the one who was all to me,
    But as at first, when our day was fair.

    Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then,
    Standing as when I drew near to the town
    Where you would wait for me: yes, as I knew you then,
    Even to the original air-blue gown!

    Or is it only the breeze, in its listlessness
    Travelling across the wet mead to me here,
    You being ever dissolved to wan wistlessness,
    Heard no more again far or near?

    Thus I; faltering forward,
    Leaves around me falling,
    Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward,
    And the woman calling.
    - Thomas Hardy

    Longing and loss: fallen leaves, the memory of pale roses, and long-ago dried tears.

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  • The Waters of the Well of Wisdom


    Odin took council with Mimir’s head. Up from the waters of the Well of Wisdom he drew it, and by the power of the runes he knew he made the head speak to him. Where best might the Æsir and the Vanir and the Einherjar, who were the Champions of Midgard, meet, and how best might they strive with the forces of Muspelheim and Jötunheim and Hel? The head of Mimir counseled Odin to meet them on Vigard Plain and to wage there such war that the powers of evil would be destroyed forever, even though his own world should be destroyed with them.

    Cool, dark water steeped with mugwort, mayweed, and thyme.

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  • There is a Garden in Her Face


    There is a garden in her face
    Where roses and white lilies blow;
    A heavenly paradise is that place,
    Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow:
    There cherries grow which none may buy
    Till “Cherry-ripe” themselves do cry.

    Those cherries fairly do enclose
    Of orient pearl a double row,
    Which when her lovely laughter shows,
    They look like rose-buds filled with snow;
    Yet them no peer nor prince can buy
    Till “Cherry-ripe” themselves do cry.

    Her eyes like angels watch them still;
    Her brows like bended bows do stand,
    Threat’ning with piercing frowns to kill
    All that attempt with eye or hand
    Those sacred cherries to come nigh,
    Till “Cherry-ripe” themselves do cry.
    - Thomas Campion

    Ethereal grace in earthly form: cherry blossoms, pink roses, and graceful white lilies under a sheen of pale honey.

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  • Thrice Toss These Oaken Ashes


    Thrice toss these oaken ashes in the air,
    Thrice sit thou mute in this enchanted chair,
    Then thrice three times tie up this true love’s knot,
    And murmur soft “She will, or she will not.”

    Go burn these pois’nous weeds in yon blue fire,
    These screech-owl’s feathers and this prickling briar,
    This cypress gathered at a dead man’s grave,
    That all my fears and cares an end may have.

    Then come, you fairies! dance with me a round;
    Melt her hard heart with your melodious sound.
    In vain are all the charms I can devise:
    She hath an art to break them with her eyes.

    Apple peel and oak ash, briar thorns and pine ash, and cypress gathered at a dead man’s grave.

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  • Tweedledum Bonbon


    Absurd! Green mango, fig, patchouli and green tea with white chocolate and white hazelnut cream.

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  • Valentine of Rome 2014


    Many legends surround St. Valentine, and history has yet to show, conclusively, which ones are true and which are fiction. One tale claims that Valentine was a 3rd century Christian priest. When Emperor Claudius II declared that his soldiers were never to marry – the emperor believed that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and children – Valentine continued to perform wedding ceremonies in secret. When the emperor learned of Valentine’s disobedience, he imprisoned the priest. The emperor chose to interrogate the priest himself, and despite his fury at his orders being flagrantly disobeyed, he was impressed with the priest’s intelligence, wisdom, and passion. He attempted to convert the priest to the Roman faith, and was furious when he failed.

    While incarcerated, Valentine fell in love with his jailor’s blind daughter. Through God’s grace and the power of Valentine’s pure and true love for this woman, he was able to cure her blindness with a touch. Before he was beaten and beheaded, he sent her a letter expressing his feelings for her, signed ‘From Your Valentine’.

    Ecclesiastical incense, Roman flora, and the fruits of martyrdom: cypress, olive blossom, frankincense, myrrh, and blood accord.

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  • Weeping Faces of Wearied Loves


    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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  • Womb Furie 2014


    In the middle of the flanks of women lies the womb, a female viscus, closely resembling an animal; for it is moved of itself hither and thither in the flanks, also upwards in a direct line to below the cartilage of the thorax and also obliquely to the right or to the left, either to the liver or spleen; and it likewise is subject to falling downwards, and, in a word, it is altogether erratic. It delights, also, in fragrant smells, and advances towards them; and it has an aversion to fetid smells, and flees from them; and on the whole the womb is like an animal within an animal.
    – Aretaeus the Cappadocian

    Oh, that wily womb! Hippocrates and his followers considered the womb a mobile creature, causing mayhem as it writhed its way through a woman’s body. Sometimes this ornery organ, due to lack of sexual activity, would create conflicts within a woman’s system or would become blocked itself, causing anxiety, nervousness, water retention, and sleeplessness. With the assistance of doctors, nursemaids, hand tools, or, occasionally, self-manipulation, this vexing condition could be alleviated through hysterical paroxysms.

    Or, as we call it nowadays: orgasm.

    An itch that needs to be scratched: Snake Oil and three types of honey.

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  • Wood Horse


    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 and pomelo for prosperity, narcissus and King mandarin for good fortune, cypress for longevity, sticky rice cakes for abundance and hopes for a rich, sweet life, and a splash of blazing red of dragon’s blood… to help you scare away the rampaging Nian.

    May you realize your ambitions.
    May your wealth fill a palace.
    May your happiness be limitless.

    … and may you have everlasting peace this year, and every year to follow!

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Limited Edition - A Little Lunacy

A Little Lunacy
  • Palus Nebularum


    The cat went here and there
    And the moon spun round like a top,
    And the nearest kin of the moon,
    The creeping cat, looked up.
    Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
    For, wander and wail as he would,
    The pure cold light in the sky
    Troubled his animal blood.
    Minnaloushe runs in the grass
    Lifting his delicate feet.
    Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
    When two close kindred meet,
    What better than call a dance?
    Maybe the moon may learn,
    Tired of that courtly fashion,
    A new dance turn.
    Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
    From moonlit place to place,
    The sacred moon overhead
    Has taken a new phase.
    Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
    Will pass from change to change,
    And that from round to crescent,
    From crescent to round they range?
    Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
    Alone, important and wise,
    And lifts to the changing moon
    His changing eyes.


    This cycle, we’re changing up the Lunacies a bit. From Aries to Aries, we’ll be sailing through the dreamstuff of the lunar mare on a voyage that transverses the surface of Luna by way of your subconscious.


    The Marsh of Frogs: weedy green musk, three boggy mosses, water lettuce, and water hyacinth against a backdrop of glittering moon rocks.

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  • Lemon-Scented Sticky Bat


    …last week Maddy woke me up early in the morning.

    “Daddy,” she said, “There's a bat on the kitchen window.”

    “Grumphle,” I said and went back to sleep.

    Soon, she woke me up again. “I did a drawing of the bat on the kitchen window,” she said, and showed me her drawing. For a five year old she's a very good artist. It was a schematic of the kitchen windows, showing a bat on one of the windows.

    “Very nice dear,” I said. Then I went back to sleep.

    When I went downstairs…

    We have, instead of dangling fly papers, transparent strips of gluey clear plastic, about six inches long and an inch high, stuck to the windows on the ground floor. When they accumulate enough flies, you peel them off the window and throw them away.

    There was a bat stuck to one. He was facing out into the room. “I think he's dead,” said my assistant Lorraine.

    I peeled the plastic off the window. The bat hissed at me.

    “Nope,” I said. “He's fine. Just stuck.”

    The question then became, how does one get a bat (skin and fur) off a fly-strip. Luckily, I bethought me of the Bram Stoker award. After the door had fallen off (see earler in this topic) I had bought some citrus solvent to take the old glue to reglue the door on.

    So I dripped citrus solvent onto the grumpy bat, edging him off the plastic with a twig, until a lemon-scented sticky bat crawled onto a newspaper. Which I put on the top of a high woodpile, and watched the bat crawl into the logs. With any luck he was as right as rain the following night…

    Sticky-sweet iced lemon sugar!

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