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The Four Hundred divine rabbits of the Aztec pantheon that preside over parties and drunkenness.
Bittersweet Mexican cocoa with rum, red wine, and a scent redolent of sacrificial blood.
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When you return go alone, just you and the children and when you approach the beach then call for me:
Zilvine, Zilvineli,
If alive, may the sea foam milk
If dead, may the sea foam blood…
And if you see coming towards you foaming milk then know that I am still alive, but if blood comes then I have reached my end. While you, my children, let not the secret out, do not let anyone know how to call for me.
Blood rising through an ocean wave.
They all started telling stories, then, of how fine and wonderful a thing it was to be a ghoul, of all the things they had crunched up and swallowed down with their powerful teeth. Impervious they were to disease or illness, said one of them. Why, it didn’t matter what their dinner had died of, they could just chomp it down. They told of the places they had been, which mostly seemed to be catacombs and plague-pits (“Plague Pits is good eatin’,” said the Emperor of China, and everyone agreed.) They told Bod how they had got their names and how he, in his turn, once he had become a nameless ghoul, would be named, as they had been.
“But I don’t want to become one of you,” said Bod.
“One way or another,” said the Bishop of Bath and Wells, cheerily, “you’ll become one of us. The other way is messier, involves being digested, and you’re not really around very long to enjoy it.”
“But that’s not a good thing to talk about,” said the Emperor of China.”Best to be a Ghoul. We’re afraid of nuffink!”
And all the ghouls around the coffin-wood fire howled at this statement, and growled and sang and exclaimed at how wise they were, and how mighty, and how fine it was to be scared of nothing.
Dessicated skin coated in blackened ginger, cinnamon, and mold-flecked dirt, with cumin, bitter clove, leather, and dried blood.
Where Hinzelmann had been standing stood a male child, no more than five years old. His hair was dark brown, and long. He was perfectly naked, save for a worn leather band around his neck. He was pierced with two swords, one of them going through his chest, the other entering at his shoulder, with the point coming out beneath the rib-cage. Blood flowed through the wounds without stopping and ran down the child’s body to pool and puddle on the floor. The swords looked unimaginably old.
The little boy stared up at Shadow with eyes that held only pain.
And Shadow thought to himself, of course. That’s as good a way as any other of making a tribal god. He did not have to be told. He knew.
You take a baby and you bring it up in the darkness, letting it see no one, touch no one, and you feed it well as the years pass, feed it better than any of the village’s other children, and then, five winters on, when the night is at its longest, you drag the terrified child out of its hut and into the circle of bonfires, and you pierce it with blades of iron and of bronze. Then you smoke the small body over charcoal fires until it is properly dried, and you wrap it in furs and carry it with you from encampment to encampment, deep in the Black Forest, sacrificing animals and children to it, making it the luck of the tribe. When, eventually, the thing falls apart from age, you place its fragile bones in a box, and you worship the box; until one day the bones are scattered and forgotten, and the tribes who worshipped the child-god of the box are long gone; and the child-god, the luck of the village, will be barely remembered, save as a ghost or a brownie: a kobold.
Shadow wondered which of the people who had come to northern Wisconsin 150 years ago, a woodcutter, perhaps, or a mapmaker, had crossed the Atlantic with Hinzelmann living in his head.
And then the bloody child was gone, and the blood, and there was only an old man with a fluff of white hair and a goblin smile, his sweater-sleeves still soaked from putting Shadow into the bath that had saved his life.
The luck of the tribe: black pine pitch and gouts of blood, darkness and bonfires that cast long shadows.
skjaere –
This was the first BPAL scent I invested in a bottle of. I bought 5 ml in 2006, and 15 years later, the scent is still rich at true. Fresh, it is rich, bittersweet, and chocolatey. It fades to something sweeter, with a dark, rich undertone that can only be described as “purple”. An excellent scent for any time of year, though I associate it most strongly with summer. 5/5.
teagrrs –
My husband and I tried this on together. On me it smells more cocoa-y with maybe coffe/spice wine notes. On him the other notes were there but definitely more spice rum forward. Fun!
satsuma.rat –
Four stars for the concept and how it smells in the bottle (heady cocoa and hot, rich coffee). On my skin, it smells like sun-warmed hay and alfalfa with a hint of iced red wine. So, yes, it smells like drunken rabbits on me – but probably not in the way that was intended! I’m jealous of all the folks who get the intended scent, because it sounds amazing.
Gloame –
The most delicious purple-fruited chocolate, with a touch of coffee. I swear, coffee never shows up on me, even when it’s the first listed note (wahh), but this smells so good. It reminds me of the new American Gods blend, The Jeweled Spider, but less dirty. This smells happy and it makes me hungry for some non-existent tart. (Isn’t it weird how sometimes you crave a food that doesn’t exist, except in fantasy novels?)
Where I’d wear it: Picking out sweets from Honeydukes on the first Hogsmeade Weekend of the autumn term at Hogwarts
littlejackal –
A scent that perfectly compliments my bakery job! Extremely dessert-y, yet with a sophistication that renders it entirely separate from cheap sugar cookie spritzers a la Bath and Bodyworks. I wouldn’t recommend the scent for formal, refined events, but as an everyday fragrance it’s fun and appealing. I’d be careful wearing it to work however, the alcohol notes are apparent. My only complaint is that “blood” was in the description and I certainly do not detect any coppery or salty notes.
littlejackal –
Smells just like an old fashioned candy store! not picking up on much of the red wine or blood though.
lookingglass –
Dark, delicious and evil! Really chocolatey in the bottle, but as soon as it hits the skin it is zingy red wine, and spicy incense. On the dry-down it is kind of fruity, but dark and warm, cocoa adding depth. One of my partner’s favorites.
VetchVespers –
I like this one! Wine notes tend to go too sweet on me, b/this one has enough depth it works. Spicy, dark wine, w/a soft touch of raw cocoa. Those rabbits are really live’n it up!
I’ll enjoy having an imp around for the fall and winter festivities.
nephil9 –
I found this scent repulsive from the bottle, but very interesting when on the skin. On my skin it smells like bitter chocolate and Palo Santo incense. It’s a very potent combination that I wouldn’t personally use for daily wear, but would totally wear on special nights. Something about this scent feels very wild and magical… I feel it should be worn while dancing around bonfires as opposed to doing things like going out for a quiet dinner.
Nataliya Vladimirovna –
One of the best scents I’ve ever come across, sweet, touching and attaching.
To me it smells like cookies. Ginger Christmas cookies, to be more exact, with some cocoa and insence notes. I can say this fragrance is completely mine, I want to smell of those four hundred mexican rabbits all day long. Got the sample and will surely order a 5 ml bottle.
unicorngoth –
This is a very warm scent, with strong cocoa notes. It won’t make you smell like a chocolate bar, but it is fairly sweet. Unfortunately, the cocoa overpowers everything else. The rum and wine notes are too subtle for my tastes. It’s not a bad scent, but I don’t think it’s for me.