4oz Bottle

4 fl oz HG BO RS

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    Aeris Massage Oil

    In alchemy, the archetype of air represents the movement of spirit and thought. Aeris uses a combination of lemon, verbena, orange blossom, cypress, sweetgrass, white grapefruit, and lavender to help stimulate mental acuity and inspire creativity.

    4oz Bottle

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  • Alchemical Laboratory Home & Linen Spray

    And yet surely to alchemy this right is due, that it may be compared to the husbandman whereof Æsop makes the fable, that when he died he told his sons that he had left unto them gold buried under the ground in his vineyard: and they digged over the ground, gold they found none, but by reason of their stirring and digging the mould about the roots of their vines, they had a great vintage the year following: so assuredly the search and stir to make gold hath brought to light a great number of good and fruitful inventions and experiments, as well for the disclosing of nature as for the use of man’s life.
    — Sir Francis Bacon

    Frankincense, benzoin, opoponax, rose geranium, daemonorops, and cinnabar accord.

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    Alice Hair Gloss

    Curiouser and curiouser. Milk and honey with rose, carnation and bergamot.

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    Amber and Steel Hooks Hair Gloss

    With a touch of oak bark and bourbon vanilla.

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    Aquae Massage Oil

    In alchemy, the archetype of water represents cleansing and purification, emotion and intuition. We express that essence here through our blend of Roman chamomile, frankincense, sandalwood, helichrysum, davana, geranium, and lavender. This massage oil helps release emotional trauma, alleviates stress, and imparts a sense of tranquility and well-being.

    4oz bottle.

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  • Aquarius Socks!

    We would never dare to tell an Aquarius what to do, or how to shop. Instead, we’ll merely leave these pictures and details here for them to discover independently, in hopes that our comfy AQUARIUS socks appeal to their eccentric and spontaneous sense of style.

    Created in the USA by the wonderful people at Sock Dreams for Black Phoenix, these socks are exclusive to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab!

    They’re made from 80% cotton, 15% nylon and 5% elastic!

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  • Autumn Fougere

    Autumn Fougere Hair Gloss

    A campfire cologne with a cluster of musk-sweet leaves and a hint of leather.

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  • Aziraphale Hair Gloss

    Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide. Two of these were wrong; Heaven is not England, whatever certain poets may have thought, and angels are sexless unless they really want to make an effort.

    Ethereal musk, blonde woods, and dusty Bible accord.

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  • Bastet Hair Gloss

    Bast, Ubasti, Ailuros, Ba-en-Aset. Represented as both a domestic cat and a fierce lioness, she truly evidences traits of both. She is the Mother of All Cats, Goddess of Sensuality, Fertility, and a guardian and protector of women. She is also one of the Eyes of Ra, and in that aspect is an Avenging Goddess, seeking retribution and punishing enemies of her people.

    Luxuriant amber, warm Egyptian musk, fierce saffron and soft myrrh, almond, cardamom and golden lotus.

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  • Blood Kiss Hair Gloss

    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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    Bone Orchard Home & Linen Spray

    Back in prison, Low Key Lyesmith had once referred to the little prison cemetery out behind the infirmary as the Bone Orchard, and the image had taken root in Shadow’s mind. That night he had dreamed of an orchard under the moonlight, of skeletal white trees, their branches ending in bony hands, their roots going deep down into the graves. There was fruit that grew upon the trees in the bone orchard, in his dream, and there was something very disturbing about the fruit in the dream, but on waking he could no longer remember what strange fruit grew on the trees, nor why he found it so repellent.

    Clacking white sandalwood bones, grave soil, and the bruise-purple fruits of death and decay.

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    Bone-Fire Home & Linen Spray

    … rib cages and fire-eyed skulls stared and stuck and jutted from the flames, sputtering trace-element colors into the night, greens and yellows and blues-was flaring and crackling and burning hotly.

    Sparks of red peppercorns, blue-white eucalyptus leaf, and daemonorops draco against smoldering red amber and a copper sulfate-green licks of flame.

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    Bourbon & Bone Hair Gloss

    Clacking white sandalwood drenched in whiskey and a puff of cigar smoke.

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  • Holographic Banana Artwork

    BPAL Banana Holographic Sticker

    Everyone needs a holographic banana sticker! This sticker features Dan Santat’s illustration for BPAL’s 2020 Fruit Moon oil. It pretty much sums up BPAL’s aesthetic, tbh.

    If you love children’s literature, you must pick up Beekle, After the Fall, Drawn Together, Dude!, Sidekicks, Crankenstein Valentine, or any other of Dan’s amazing books. His stories aren’t just for kids: they are moving, touching, heart-exploding stories for anyone at any age.

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  • BPAL Distressed Slogan Tee

    There are few symbols from the past that we can still truly stand behind, but the BPAL triple dagger insignia has yet to let us down. Inform onlookers that you have the very finest taste in esoteric scents with this tee that reps our house style. Offers protection from the elements, while also satisfying social obligations related to covering your upper half!

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    Bram Stoker Tee

    No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

    Illustrated by Abigail Larson.

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    Carnaval Diabolique Tee

    These tees are from District, and are made from 50/25/25 poly/ring spun cotton/rayon and as they say on their website, are “the perfect blending of softness and an easygoing look<

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  • Cathouse Home & Linen Spray

    A nineteenth century Southern bordello: magnolia, jasmine, honey musk, tobacco, vanilla bean, bourbon vanilla, and Spanish moss.

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    Crack of Thunder Hair Gloss

    Streaks of blue-white lightning slashing through a plum wine sky.

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    Crocodile Bar Home & Linen Spray

    It was getting late. He was hungry, and when he realized how hungry he really was, he pulled off at the next exit and drove into the town of Nottamun (pop. 1301). He filled the gas tank at the Amoco and asked the bored woman at the cash register where he could get something to eat.

    “Jack’s Crocodile Bar,” she told him. “It’s west on County Road N.”

    “Crocodile Bar?”

    “Yeah. Jack says they add character.” She drew him a map on the back of a mauve flyer, which advertised a chicken roast for the benefit of a young girl who needed a new kidney. “He’s got a couple of crocodiles, a snake, one a them big lizard things.”

    “An iguana?”

    “That’s him.”

    Through the town, over a bridge, on for a couple of miles, and he stopped at a low, rectangular building with an illuminated Pabst sign.

    The parking lot was half empty. Inside the air was thick with smoke and “Walking After Midnight” was playing on the jukebox. Shadow looked around for the crocodiles, but could not see them. He wondered if the woman in the gas station had been pulling his leg.

    Cedar shavings, a swirl of booze, a flattened French fry, and barbeque sauce.

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  • Crowley Hair Gloss

    Nothing about him looked particularly demonic, at least by classical standards. No horns, no wings. Admittedly he was listening to a Best of Queen tape, but no conclusions should be drawn from this because all tapes left in a car for more than a fortnights metamorphose into Best of Queen albums. No particularly demonic thoughts were going through his head. In fact, he was wondering vaguely who Moey and Chandon were.

    Crowley had dark hair, and good cheekbones, and he was wearing snakeskin shoes, or at least presumably he was wearing shoes, and he could do really weird things with his tongue. And, whenever he forgot himself, he had a tendency to hiss.

    Infernal musk, red patchouli, lilac cologne, mahogany, lemon rind, oakmoss, leather, and vanilla husk.

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  • Grim Reaper Holographic Glitter Sticker

    Disco Reaper Holographic Skatepunk Glitter Sticker

    This sticker features Dan Santat’s illustration for BPAL’s 2020 Harvest Moon oil. The Disco Reaper sticker is holographic AND chock full o’chunky glitter so we can all relive our early 80’s skate punk fantasy.

    If you love children’s literature, you must pick up Beekle, After the Fall, Drawn Together, Dude!, Sidekicks, Crankenstein Valentine, or any other of Dan’s amazing books. His stories aren’t just for kids: they are moving, touching, heart-exploding stories for anyone at any age.

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    Doc Constantine’s Medicine Show Home & Linen Spray

    Cures what ails ye!

    Polished wood, olibanum, questionable medicinal herbs, sarsaparilla, and a splash of bay rum.

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  • Down the Rabbit Hole Home & Linen Spray

    Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled `ORANGE MARMALADE’, but to her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.

    Daisies and dirt with a hint of orange marmalade, dry leaves, and crunchy old sticks.

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  • Eat Me Hair Gloss

    Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table: she opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which the words ‘EAT ME’ were beautifully marked in currants.

    ‘Well, I’ll eat it,’ said Alice, ‘and if it makes me grow larger, I can reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep under the door; so either way I’ll get into the garden, and I don’t care which happens!’

    She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, ‘Which way? Which way?’, holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it was growing, and she was quite surprised to find that she remained the same size: to be sure, this generally happens when one eats cake, but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.

    Three white cakes, vanilla, and red and black currants.

    BPAL’s Eat Me is not for eating. Please use common sense, and remember: hair glosses are for external use only.

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    Embalming Fluid Bath Oil

    A light, pure scent: white musk, green tea, aloe and lemon.

    4oz Bottle

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  • Erebos Home & Linen Spray

    Thus saying, from her side the fatal Key,

    Sad instrument of all our woe, she took;

    And towards the Gate rouling her bestial train,

    Forthwith the huge Porcullis high up drew,

    Which but her self not all the Stygian powers

    Could once have mov’d; then in the key-hole turns

    Th’ intricate wards, and every Bolt and Bar

    Of massie Iron or sollid Rock with ease

    Unfast’ns: on a sudden op’n flie

    With impetuous recoile and jarring sound

    Th’ infernal dores, and on thir hinges great

    Harsh Thunder, that the lowest bottom shook

    Of Erebus. She op’nd, but to shut

    Excel’d her power; the Gates wide op’n stood,

    That with extended wings a Bannerd Host

    Under spread Ensigns marching might pass through

    With Horse and Chariots rankt in loose array;

    So wide they stood, and like a Furnace mouth

    Cast forth redounding smoak and ruddy flame.

    Before thir eyes in sudden view appear

    The secrets of the hoarie deep, a dark

    Illimitable Ocean without bound,

    Without dimension, where length, breadth, and highth,

    And time and place are lost; where eldest Night

    And Chaos, Ancestors of Nature, hold

    Eternal Anarchie, amidst the noise

    Of endless warrs and by confusion stand.

     

    Solace in darkness, the personification of shadow: lavender, black vanilla, white melon, night-blooming jasmine, rose, cedar, cyclamen, violet, and hyacinth.

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    Every Day is Halloween Tee

    This permanent edition to our catalogue was designed by the lovely and talented Tanya Bjork.

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    Exotic Bazaar Home & Linen Spray

    Nepalese amber, white sandalwood, black peppercorn, ambrette seed, neroli, coconut sugar, cardamom pods, ginger, fennel, bitter almond, liquorice root, henna, copaiba balsam, and spikenard.

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    Fae Forest Home & Linen Spray

    Mist-shrouded woods: Siberian fir needles, white pine bark, aspen leaf, wild lily, bergamot, wood violet, thimbleberry, sun-star, golden bell, snowdrop, heartsease, and bloodroot.

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  • Fainting Couch Home & Linen Spray

    Lush velvet cushions and prim tea rose, a splash of rose water on a lace doily, strong black tea, a whiff of pomander, and an orris root sachet.

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  • Fig, Autumn Amber, and Tobacco
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    Hair Loosened & Soiled in Mid Orgies Hair Gloss

    All shrines that were Vestal are flameless,
    But the flame has not fallen from this;
    Though obscure be the god, and though nameless
    The eyes and the hair that we kiss;
    Low fires that love sits by and forges
    Fresh heads for his arrows and thine;
    Hair loosened and soiled in mid orgies

    With kisses and wine.

    White honey, warm musk, and ambrette seed.

    4oz bottle.

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  • Hard Candy

    Hard Candy Bath Oil

    Release your cares into a warm, soothing bath of liquefied hard candies.

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    Harvest Apple Soap

    Hay bales, squished apples, strips of apple peel, and a swig of scotch. This soap has been polished with bright shades of blush, crimson, and spring green.

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  • I Fucking Voted Sticker

    I Fucking Voted Sticker

    Elections impact so much of our daily lives, from the taxes we pay to the rights we possess. Elections determine the quality of the air that we breathe, the extent of our bodily autonomy, who can or cannot get married, whether our roads are paved, whether we have water we can drink. There is nothing in our lives that isn’t touched by politics, and for many of us the act of simply being alive is a political act.

    Sometimes it may feel like your vote doesn’t matter, but it does. If it didn’t matter, there wouldn’t be such a powerful effort to suppress the vote. Your vote is your voice; it is an opportunity to shape the world that you live in. It is a vital step in ensuring the safety, security, and health of your community, your loved ones, and yourself.

    Vote in every election, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem. Yeah, the Presidential elections are exciting and world-shaking, but in many ways it’s the downballot races and propositions that have a more immediate effect on your life. Vote, encourage your network to vote. If enough of us use our power for good, there is nothing that can stop us from making the world a kinder, brighter, more compassionate place for all.

    3″x2″ hologram sticker, artwork by Aristotle Pramagioulis.

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  • I Voted Button

    I Voted Button

    Elections impact so much of our daily lives, from the taxes we pay to the rights we possess. Elections determine the quality of the air that we breathe, the extent of our bodily autonomy, who can or cannot get married, whether our roads are paved, whether we have water we can drink. There is nothing in our lives that isn’t touched by politics, and for many of us the act of simply being alive is a political act.

    Sometimes it may feel like your vote doesn’t matter, but it does. If it didn’t matter, there wouldn’t be such a powerful effort to suppress the vote. Your vote is your voice; it is an opportunity to shape the world that you live in. It is a vital step in ensuring the safety, security, and health of your community, your loved ones, and yourself.

    Vote in every election, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem. Yeah, the Presidential elections are exciting and world-shaking, but in many ways it’s the downballot races and propositions that have a more immediate effect on your life. Vote, encourage your network to vote. If enough of us use our power for good, there is nothing that can stop us from making the world a kinder, brighter, more compassionate place for all.

    1.5″ round button, artwork by Aristotle Pramagioulis.

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  • I Voted Sticker

    I Voted Sticker

    Elections impact so much of our daily lives, from the taxes we pay to the rights we possess. Elections determine the quality of the air that we breathe, the extent of our bodily autonomy, who can or cannot get married, whether our roads are paved, whether we have water we can drink. There is nothing in our lives that isn’t touched by politics, and for many of us the act of simply being alive is a political act.

    Sometimes it may feel like your vote doesn’t matter, but it does. If it didn’t matter, there wouldn’t be such a powerful effort to suppress the vote. Your vote is your voice; it is an opportunity to shape the world that you live in. It is a vital step in ensuring the safety, security, and health of your community, your loved ones, and yourself.

    Vote in every election, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem. Yeah, the Presidential elections are exciting and world-shaking, but in many ways it’s the downballot races and propositions that have a more immediate effect on your life. Vote, encourage your network to vote. If enough of us use our power for good, there is nothing that can stop us from making the world a kinder, brighter, more compassionate place for all.

    3″ round hologram sticker, artwork by Aristotle Pramagioulis.

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    Ibis and Jacquel’s Funeral Parlor Home & Linen Spray

    Ibis and Jacquel was a small, family-owned funeral home: one of the last truly independent funeral homes in the area, or so Mr. Ibis maintained. “Most fields of human merchandising value nationwide brand identities,” he said. Mr. Ibis spoke in explanations: a gentle, earnest lecturing that put Shadow in mind of a college professor who used to work out at the Muscle Farm and who could not talk, could only discourse, expound, explain. Shadow had figured out within the first few minutes of meeting Mr. Ibis that his expected part in any conversation with the funeral director was to say as little as possible. “This, I believe, is because people like to know what they are getting ahead of time. Thus, McDonald’s, Wal-Mart, F. W. Woolworth (of blessed memory): store brands maintained and visible across the entire country. Wherever you go, you will get something that is, with small regional variations, the same.”

    “In the field of funeral homes, however, things are, perforce, different. You need to feel that you are getting small-town personal service from someone who has a calling to the profession. You want personal attention to you and your loved one in a time of great loss. You wish to know that your grief is happening on a local level, not on a national one. But in all branches of industry-and death is an industry, my young friend, make no mistake about that-one makes ones money from operating in bulk, from buying in quantity, from centralizing one’s operations. It’s not pretty, but it’s true. Trouble is, no one wants to know that their loved ones are traveling in a cooler-van to some big old converted warehouse where they may have twenty, fifty, a hundred cadavers on the go. No, sir. Folks want to think they’re going to a family concern, somewhere they’ll be treated with respect by someone who’ll tip his hat to them if he sees them in the street.”

    Mr. Ibis wore a hat. It was a sober brown hat that matched his sober brown blazer and his sober brown face. Small gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. In Shadow’s memory Mr. Ibis was a short man; whenever he would stand beside him, Shadow would rediscover that Mr. Ibis was well over six feet in height, with a cranelike stoop. Sitting opposite him now, across the shiny red table, Shadow found himself staring into the man’s face.

    “So when the big companies come in they buy the name of the company, they pay the funeral directors to stay on, they create the apparency of diversity. But that is merely the tip of the gravestone. In reality, they are as local as Burger King. Now, for our own reasons, we are truly an independent. We do all our own embalming, and it’s the finest embalming in the country, although nobody knows it but us. We don’t do cremations, though. We could make more money if we had our own crematorium, but it goes against what we’re good at. What my business partner says is, if the Lord gives you a talent or a skill, you have an obligation to use it as best you can. Don’t you agree?”

    “Sounds good to me,” said Shadow.

    “The Lord gave my business partner dominion over the dead, just as he gave me skill with words. Fine things, words. I write books of tales, you know. Nothing literary. Just for my own amusement. Accounts of lives.” He paused. By the time Shadow realized that he should have asked if he might be allowed to read one, the moment had passed. “Anyway, what we give them here is continuity: there’s been an Ibis and Jacquel in business here for almost two hundred years. We weren’t always funeral directors, though. We used to be morticians, and before that, undertakers.”

    “And before that?”

    “Well,” said Mr. Ibis, smiling just a little smugly, “we go back a very long way…”

    Egyptian embalming compound: beeswax and fir resin, myrrh, natron salt, cassia, palm wine, lichen, henna, and camphor.

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    Ignis Massage Oil

    In alchemy, the archetype of fire represents activity and transformation. Our blend of ylang ylang, patchouli, sandalwood, myrrh, palmarosa, and King mandarin personifies this classical element, and expresses itself through the stimulation of your sexual energy. This massage oil inspires passion, relaxes inhibitions, and instills you with a sense of power and magnetism.

    4oz bottle.

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    Implacable Beautiful Tyrant Hair Gloss

    When, with flame all around him aspirant,
    Stood flushed, as a harp-player stands,
    The implacable beautiful tyrant,
    Rose-crowned, having death in his hands;
    And a sound as the sound of loud water
    Smote far through the flight of the fires,
    And mixed with the lightning of slaughter
    A thunder of lyres.

    Golden amber, frankincense, white ginger, and oudh.

    4oz bottle.

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    La Roue de Malheur Hair Gloss

    Red musk, blackened patchouli, opium tar, inky oudh, champaca flower, pomegranate pulp, frankincense, and tobacco.

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    Lakeside Home & Linen Spray

    “There was a reason he hid me in Lakeside, wasn’t there? There was a reason nobody should have been able to find me here.”

    Hinzelmann said nothing. He unhooked a heavy black poker from its place on the wall, and he prodded at the fire with it, sending up a cloud of orange sparks and smoke. “This is my home,” he said, petulantly. “It’s a good town.”

    Perfect wholesomeness: green grass, summer daisies, spring daffodils, and bake sale cookies bought with blood and terror, all frozen beneath a sheet of thick black ice.

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    Lich’s Laboratory Home & Linen Spray

    Hissing vials of acid, swirls of thick incense, creeping mosses, flecks of grave loam, and noxious potions clutter the blackened stone biers of an abandoned burial vault.

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    Make America Live Deliciously Again Tee

    A million thanks to Aristotle for the art, to Sarah Elizabeth and her wonderful friends for the inspiration, and to Black Phillip, without whom our lives would be bereft of both joy and deliciousness. Proceeds from this parody tee will benefit EMILY’s List, a wonderful organization that supports electing pro-choice Democratic women to office. Learn more here!

    These tees are from District, and are made from 50/25/25 poly/ring spun cotton/rayon and as they say on their website, are “the perfect blending of softness and an easygoing look.”

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  • Maple Leaves, Golden Moss, and Amber

    Maple Leaves, Golden Moss, and Amber Hair Gloss

    Musky-sweet and glowing with autumn’s first sunsets.

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    Mary Shelley Tee

    It was the secrets of heaven and earth that I desired to learn; and whether it was the outward substance of things or the inner spirit of nature and the mysterious soul of man that occupied me, still my inquiries were directed to the metaphysical, or in its highest sense, the physical secrets of the world.

    Illustrated by Abigail Larson.

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    Mischief Hair Gloss

    Blood-spattered cotton candy.

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    Morocco Bath Oil

    The intoxicating perfume of heady incenses wafting on warm desert breezes. Arabian spices wind through a blend of warm musk, carnation, red sandalwood and cassia.

    4oz Bottle

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    Morocco Hair Gloss

    The intoxicating perfume of heady incenses wafting on warm desert breezes. Arabian spices wind through a blend of warm musk, carnation, red sandalwood and cassia.

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    Mr. Nancy’s House Home & Linen Spray

    Florida went on for longer than Shadow had imagined, and it was late by the time he pulled up outside a small, one-story wooden house, its windows tightly shuttered, on the outskirts of Fort Pierce. Nancy, who had directed him through the last five miles, invited him to stay the night.

    “I can get a room in a motel,” said Shadow. “It’s not a problem.”

    “You could do that, and I’d be hurt. Obviously I wouldn’t say anythin’. But I’d be real hurt, real bad,” said Mr. Nancy. “So you better stay here, and I’ll make you a bed up on the couch.”

    Mr. Nancy unlocked the hurricane shutters, and pulled open the windows. The house smelled musty and damp, and little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.

    The ghosts of long-dead cookies, whirring palmetto bugs, cigarillo smoke, and crawling things that scuttle and click.

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    Nerves and Sinew, Wood and Clay Hair Gloss

    Taut red strings of daemonorops draco and licorice root tugging on carved oak streaked with vetiver and clove with bright nerve-sparks of frankincense and elemi.

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  • October Bonfire

    October Bonfire Atmosphere & Linen Spray

    Burning leaves and smoldering applewood.

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    Patchouli Clove Soap

    Husky patchouli and bitter clove in a soap swirled with bonfire ash.

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  • Plague Doctor Tee

    Please note:
    This is a pre-order for the t-shirt, and your order will ship as soon as the tees are ready. Thank you so much for your patience!

    Flaunt your style AND your public health awareness at various Zoom gatherings, all while dressed comfortably enough to tip over and snooze immediately afterward. Mask and various demon-repelling herbs not included!

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  • Please Scream Inside Your Heart Sticker

    Please do not stick these on or inside your heart.

    Illustration by Drew Rausch for Black Phoenix!

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  • Please Scream Inside Your Heart Tee

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    This is a pre-order for the t-shirt, and your order will ship as soon as the tees are ready. Thank you so much for your patience!

    You screamed, we listened! The Drew Rausch design launched as a perfume label (and accompanying die-cut sticker) is now an outward expression of all the screams that lay buried just beneath your surface. Let this comfy tee serve as a warning to those who wander through your territory: “I probably taste terrible!” Perfect attire for pretending to be dead.

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  • Please Scream Inside Your Snake Oil Perfume Oil

    Tying in with our experimental work in fear: we have screamed into our Snake Oil… and we can’t stop sniffing ourselves! BPAL’s signature scent — deep, rich earthy notes swirled with vegetal musks, sugared vanilla bean, and dark spices — has been polluted by the funnel cake frenzy that is our Please Scream Inside Your Heart perfume blend. The results are so comforting, we almost forgot why we started screaming in the first place. (Almost.)

    Note: This product DOES NOT come with the limited edition sticker that was included with Please Scream Inside Your Heart. Just one more thing to scream about! (Elizabeth clearly has a possum bias. -Ed)

    Label art by Drew Rausch!

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  • Pumpkin Buttercream

    Pumpkin Buttercream Hair Gloss

    Pumpkin puree whipped into thick folds of buttercream.

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    Pumpkin Cheesecake Soap

    Graham crackery and cream cheesy! Cinnamon brown sugary! Just a little carroty! This sweet and spicy soap features a crunchy coconut-flour crust.

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    Pumpkin Spice Everything Soap

    Literally everything. Pumpkin spice it all. This soap is gently sprinkled with traditional spices: cinnamon, cardamom, allspice, and clove.

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    Razors in a Doll’s House Hair Gloss

    Rose water, cognac, and lace slashed with gleaming silver.

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    Red Incense Hair Gloss

    Red sandalwood, myrrh, cinnamon husk, and copal bound with blood, currants, and red wine.

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    Saloon #10 Home & Linen Spray

    Nuttal & Mann’s Saloon No. 10, Deadwood, Black Hills, Dakota Territory: sweaty leather, chewing tobacco, and Red Eye.

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  • Samhain

    Samhain Hair Gloss

    Truly the scent of autumn itself — damp woods, fir needle, and black patchouli with the gentlest touches of warm pumpkin, clove, nutmeg, allspice, sweet red apple and mullein.

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    Screeching Revenant Hair Gloss

    Icy blue musk, eucalyptus, white pine, and opoponax.

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    Shanghai Bath Oil

    The crisp, clean scent of green tea touched with lemon verbena and honeysuckle.

    4oz Bottle

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  • Snake Oil Bath Oil

    Snake Oil was one of my first creations, one of the original BPAL scents, and is as bound up with my own history as it is with the history of Black Phoenix. It is the scent I wore on my wedding day, the scent I wore while giving birth to my child, and it is as much a part of me as my own eyes, breath, or limbs.

    Snake Oil has shed its skin, and is back — now with vintage patchouli and dark, rich, aged vanilla absolute. Snake Oil is our signature scent, our first perfume: deep, rich, earthy notes swirled with vegetal musks, sugared vanilla bean, and dark spices.

    4oz Bottle

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    Snake Oil Hair Gloss

    Snake Oil was one of my first creations, one of the original BPAL scents, and is as bound up with my own history as it is with the history of Black Phoenix. It is the scent I wore on my wedding day, the scent I wore while giving birth to my child, and it is as much a part of me as my own eyes, breath, or limbs.

    Snake Oil has shed its skin, and is back — now with vintage patchouli and dark, rich, aged vanilla absolute. Snake Oil is our signature scent, our first perfume: deep, rich, earthy notes swirled with vegetal musks, sugared vanilla bean, and dark spices.

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  • Strawberries and Champagne Scrub

    Your skin will drink up this dreamy concoction that evokes memories of romance and secret celebrations. Pleasure is a full-body experience, as those who’ve sampled our decadent, hand-made scrubs will attest.

    Directions: Apply generous handfuls to damp skin using a circular motion. Rinse with warm water. Enjoy!

    Crafted for Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab by the inimitable Brooke Perry of B. Perry Studios

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  • Sugar-Dusted Chocolate Cardamom Truffle Scrub

    Are you an inquisitive nibbler, or do you commit to the full experience before knowing what’s inside? We’re talking about truffles of course, and this decadent scrub is a feast for the skin as well as the other senses, wrapping you in the aroma of a visit to your favorite boutique chocolatier.

    Directions: Apply generous handfuls to damp skin using a circular motion. Rinse with warm water. Enjoy!

    Crafted for Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab by the inimitable Brooke Perry of B. Perry Studios

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    Terrae Massage Oil

    In alchemy, the archetype of earth represents practicality, the manifestation of thought and will, and material creation. Our blend of patchouli, myrrh, spikenard, oakmoss, and clary sage grants a sense of stability, and will help keep you grounded.

    4oz bottle.

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    The Hall of Forgotten Gods Home & Linen Spray

    He was walking through a room bigger than a city, and everywhere he looked there were statues and carvings and rough-hewn images. He was standing beside a statue of a womanlike thing: her naked breasts hung flat and pendulous on her chest, around her waist was a chain of severed hands, both of her own hands held sharp knives, and, instead of a head, rising from her neck there were twin serpents, their bodies arched, facing each other, ready to attack. There was something profoundly disturbing about the statue, a deep and violent wrongness. Shadow backed away from it.

    He began to walk through the hall. The carved eyes of those statues that had eyes seemed to follow his every step.

    In his dream, he realized that each statue had a name burning on the floor in front of it. The man with the white hair, with a necklace of teeth about his neck, holding a drum, was Leucotios; the broad-hipped woman with monsters dropping from the vast gash between her legs was Hubur; the ram-headed man holding the golden ball was Hershef.

    A precise voice, fussy and exact, was speaking to him, in his dream, but he could see no one.

    “These are gods who have been forgotten, and now might as well be dead. They can be found only in dry histories. They are gone, all gone, but their names and their images remain with us.”

    Shadow turned a corner, and knew himself to be in another room, even vaster than the first. It went on farther than the eye could see. Close to him was the skull of a mammoth, polished and brown, and a hairy ocher cloak, being worn by a small woman with a deformed left hand. Next to that were three women, each carved from the same granite boulder, joined at the waist: their faces had an unfinished, hasty look to them, although their breasts and genitalia had been carved with elaborate care; and there was a flightless bird which Shadow did not recognize, twice his height, with a beak like a vulture’s, but with human arms: and on, and on.

    The voice spoke once more, as if it were addressing a class, saying, “These are the gods who have passed out of memory. Even their names are lost. The people who worshiped them are as forgotten as their gods. Their totems are long since broken and cast down. Their last priests died without passing on their secrets.”

    “Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.”

    Ancient incense and charred sacrifices echoing through time.

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    The Queens Croquet Ground Home & Linen Spray

    Green grass and red roses.

    `Are their heads off?’ shouted the Queen.
    `Their heads are gone, if it please your Majesty!’ the soldiers shouted in reply.
    `That’s right!’ shouted the Queen. `Can you play croquet?’
    The soldiers were silent, and looked at Alice, as the question was evidently meant for her.
    `Yes!’ shouted Alice.
    `Come on, then!’ roared the Queen, and Alice joined the procession, wondering very much what would happen next.

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  • The Things We Do Make Echoes Perfume Oil

    Goldfish-orange overripe mangoes, blackcurrant, strawberry pulp, red benzoin, honey, streaks of white ginger, a splatter of star anise, an erratic jolt of eucalyptus and mint, and a dribble of absinthe.

    Words by Neil Gaiman, art by David Mack.

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    The Trackless Erg Home & Linen Spray

    The merciless sun pounds on a sea of endless, wind-battered sand: desolate, lifeless, silent, and without end.

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    Think Snow for Me Home & Linen Spray

    “What we need,” said Wednesday, suddenly, “is snow. A good, driving, irritating snow. Think ‘snow’ for me, will you?”

    “Huh?”

    “Concentrate on making those clouds-the ones over there, in the west-making them bigger and darker. Think gray skies and driving winds coming down from the arctic. Think snow.”

    “I don’t think it will do any good.”

    “Nonsense. If nothing else, it will keep your mind occupied,” said Wednesday, unlocking the car. “Kinko’s next. Hurry up.”

    Snow, thought Shadow, in the passenger seat, sipping his hot chocolate. Huge, dizzying clumps and clusters of snow falling through the air, patches of white against an iron-gray sky, snow that touches your tongue with cold and winter, that kisses your face with its hesitant touch before freezing you to death. Twelve cotton-candy inches of snow, creating a fairy-tale world, making everything unrecognizably beautiful . . .

    Snow, thought Shadow. High in the atmosphere, perfect, tiny crystals that form about a minute piece of dust, each a lacelike work of fractal art. And the snow crystals clump together into flakes as they fall, covering Chicago in their white plenty, inch upon inch . . .

    Snow upon snow upon snow.

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  • TKO Home & Linen Spray

    “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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  • TKO Massage Oil

    Soothing lavender in a blend of skin-softening almond oil, rice bran, and vitamin E.

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

    4oz bottle.

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    Ugh Massage Oil

    Muscle ache relief. The combination of arnica, rosehip, evening primrose, almond oil, and apricot kernel oil is high in vitamin C and gamma-linolenic acid, and coupled with analgesic eucalyptus, invigorating orange, and refreshing rosemary, this blend is said to help heal bruises, reduce swelling, and soothe strained muscles and aching tendons.

    4oz bottle.

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    Unspeakably Evil Temple Home & Linen Spray

    A profane blend of opoponax, galangal root, dried mosses, wormwood accord, sandarac, frankincense, myrrh, and black copal.

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    Wererat-Infested Sewer Home & Linen Spray

    Moist, moss-crusted stone, stagnant, silty wastewater, wererat musk, and wet leather.

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  • What You Want and Being Happy Are Two Quite Different Things Perfume Oil

    The knife’s blade of temptation: sweet pomegranate and fig, carnal tuberose, tobacco leaf, and a trail of smoke.

    Words by Neil Gaiman, art by David Mack.

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    Who is Nibbling at my House? Hair Gloss

    “Save your slobbering,” said the old woman. “It doesn’t help you at all.”
    Caramel apples, cardamom cakes, hazelnut cream, and butterscotch.

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  • lupine musk and ambrette seed WOLF MOON - LUNACY DUETS HAIR GLOSS 2024 WEB

    Wolf Moon: Lupine Musk & Ambrette Seed Hair Gloss

    2024’s duet scents are designed to flatter, compliment, or enhance different aspects of the Lunacy blend that they are born from. They can be worn alone or layered with their siblings and their parent Lunacy.

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