Halloween 2024
They thought of All Hallows’ Night and the billion ghosts awandering the lonely lanes in cold winds and strange smokes.
– Ray Bradbury
There’s nothing scarier than reality, right friends? Which is exactly why we love finding ourselves in good company with others whose preferred forms of escapism account for ghosts, vampires, and other fantastical terrors.
These days the rituals associated with Halloween season tend to involve creature comforts and reliving happy childhood memories – many of which are technically accessible year-round, but become a collective enterprise during the “-ber” months, when we start feeling that snap in the air.
Meanwhile the real life horrors available to us year round – medical horror, climate apocalypse, death cults, the evil lurking behind masks of “normalcy” – are somehow easier to face and even laugh at when flamboyantly painted in the holiday’s mythic overtones. Just as there’s sincerity in our sweetness and nostalgia, there’s also honesty in our fear of Death running wild through the streets or creeping under our doorjambs.
We at BPAL dream all year about what to include in our Halloween collection. Sometimes there are timely nudges, but we still have so many personal and cultural stones left to turn over. How has it taken us this long to give Sheridan Le Fanu’s femme-centric vampire tale Carmilla the prolific scent adaptation it deserves? How have we managed to survive this long without a classic Black Lipstick fragrance, or a Hot Pink Hearse atmosphere spray??
It might seem silly to rely on Limited Edition collections to satisfy lifelong ambitions, but once these fancies exist and are turned loose in the world, we find ourselves released to begin creating and formulating anew, instead of locked into permanent custodianship of so many new idea-critters. One day we, too, will have used up our very last drop of something, and have to reconnect all over again with the macabre spirit which compelled us to create it in the first place. Memento Mori!
So whether you’re planning to be a freak out in the streets this Halloween, or stay safe at home in your own sheets, we hope this abundance of phantom pleasures will accompany you thither, aiding in the fulfillment of your seasonal mission as well as the conjuration of that spirit for many more seasons to come.
Happy Hallowe’en from everyone at BPAL!
They thought of All Hallows’ Night and the billion ghosts awandering the lonely lanes in cold winds and strange smokes.
– Ray Bradbury
There’s nothing scarier than reality, right friends? Which is exactly why we love finding ourselves in good company with others whose preferred forms of escapism account for ghosts, vampires, and other fantastical terrors.
These days the rituals associated with Halloween season tend to involve creature comforts and reliving happy childhood memories – many of which are technically accessible year-round, but become a collective enterprise during the “-ber” months, when we start feeling that snap in the air.
Meanwhile the real life horrors available to us year round – medical horror, climate apocalypse, death cults, the evil lurking behind masks of “normalcy” – are somehow easier to face and even laugh at when flamboyantly painted in the holiday’s mythic overtones. Just as there’s sincerity in our sweetness and nostalgia, there’s also honesty in our fear of Death running wild through the streets or creeping under our doorjambs.
We at BPAL dream all year about what to include in our Halloween collection. Sometimes there are timely nudges, but we still have so many personal and cultural stones left to turn over. How has it taken us this long to give Sheridan Le Fanu’s femme-centric vampire tale Carmilla the prolific scent adaptation it deserves? How have we managed to survive this long without a classic Black Lipstick fragrance, or a Hot Pink Hearse atmosphere spray??
It might seem silly to rely on Limited Edition collections to satisfy lifelong ambitions, but once these fancies exist and are turned loose in the world, we find ourselves released to begin creating and formulating anew, instead of locked into permanent custodianship of so many new idea-critters. One day we, too, will have used up our very last drop of something, and have to reconnect all over again with the macabre spirit which compelled us to create it in the first place. Memento Mori!
So whether you’re planning to be a freak out in the streets this Halloween, or stay safe at home in your own sheets, we hope this abundance of phantom pleasures will accompany you thither, aiding in the fulfillment of your seasonal mission as well as the conjuration of that spirit for many more seasons to come.
Happy Hallowe’en from everyone at BPAL!
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All Hallows Oud Perfume Oil
Add to cartBlack oud spookied up with pumpkin puree, amaretto, scorched caramel, almond paste, cacao nibs, and honey.
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Bonfire Toffee Perfume Oil
Add to cartOur spin on a traditional Guy Fawkes Night treat: treacle toffee soaked in rich, dark bourbon.
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Dry Ice Cocktail Perfume Oil
Add to cartA sparkling absinthe martini swirled with a glow stick and overflowing with cascades of dry ice fog.
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Pumpkin Latte Perfume Oil
Add to cartEspresso, pumpkin syrup, smoky vanilla bean, milk, raw sugar, and a dash of cinnamon and nutmeg.
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Pumpkin Musk and Black Oud Perfume Oil
Add to cartA strangely romantic, disturbingly erotic perfume.
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Pumpkin Spice Everything Perfume Oil
Add to cartLiterally everything! Pumpkin spice it all with this traditional brew of cinnamon, cardamom, allspice, and clove.
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Pumpkin Spice Halo-Halo Perfume Oil
Add to cartWith apologies to my ancestors. Ube halaya and ube ice cream chonked with mango jelly, flan, boiled taro, evaporated milk, sweetened kidney beans, dried coconut, kaong, gulaman, tapioca pearls, and a copious shake of pumpkin spice.
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Pumpkin Sugar Perfume Oil
Add to cartCrystallized glittering shards of lightly spiced pumpkin sugar.
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Samhain Perfume Oil
Add to cartTruly 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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Sugar Skull Perfume Oil
Add to cartVibrant with the joy and sweetness of life in death! A blend of five sugars, lightly dusted with candied fruits.
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Vintage Pumpkin Blow Mold Perfume Oil
Add to cartA grinning, glowing gourd gleaming with 40 watts of radiant white musk, sweet orange, crystalline amber, and pumpkin rind.
Halloween 2024 - Carmilla
In the shadowed corridors of history, before Dracula stalked the night, there was Carmilla. Within the secluded halls of a grand, decaying estate, nestled in the heart of a remote and foreboding forest, an ancient, haunting presence stirs — an ethereal beauty bearing many names and nightmarish secrets.
A haunting tale of unholy passion, relentless pursuit, and the seductive allure of beckoning darkness. In these beguiling scents, desire and terror waltz hand in hand, plunging ever deeper into a world where the heart’s yearnings are bloodied by the languid, sensual specter of death.
Art by Abigail Larson, story by Sheridan LeFanu, scents by Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.
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Carmilla Hair Gloss
Add to cartShe was slender, and wonderfully graceful. Except that her movements were languid—very languid—indeed, there was nothing in her appearance to indicate an invalid. Her complexion was rich and brilliant; her features were small and beautifully formed; her eyes large, dark, and lustrous; her hair was quite wonderful, I never saw hair so magnificently thick and long when it was down about her shoulders; I have often placed my hands under it, and laughed with wonder at its weight. It was exquisitely fine and soft, and in color a rich very dark brown, with something of gold. I loved to let it down, tumbling with its own weight, as, in her room, she lay back in her chair talking in her sweet low voice, I used to fold and braid it, and spread it out and play with it. Heavens! If I had but known all!
Sweetness shadowed by danger: dark amber and ylang ylang gleams through smoky chestnut, cacao, mahogany, blackcurrant, and vanilla bean.
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Chocolat Viennois Perfume Oil
Add to cartTurns out this is a thing that vampires are into. A warm mug of dark chocolate and cream with a dribble of blood.
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Come With Me, Loving Me to Death Perfume Oil
Add to cartYou will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish. How jealous I am you cannot know. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me and still come with me. and hating me through death and after. There is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature.
Black orchid, cacao, bitter almond, and black musk.
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Darling, Darling Perfume Oil
Add to cart“How romantic you are, Carmilla,” I said. “Whenever you tell me your story, it will be made up chiefly of some one great romance.”
She kissed me silently.
“I am sure, Carmilla, you have been in love; that there is, at this moment, an affair of the heart going on.”
“I have been in love with no one, and never shall,” she whispered, “unless it should be with you.”
How beautiful she looked in the moonlight!
Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled.
Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. “Darling, darling,” she murmured, “I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so.”
Sugared pear and wild violets with orris butter, coconut milk, white musk, and vanilla silk. -
Die, Sweetly Die Perfume Oil
Add to cartIn the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die — die, sweetly die — into mine. I cannot help it; as I draw near to you, you, in your turn, will draw near to others, and learn the rapture of that cruelty, which yet is love; so, for a while, seek to know no more of me and mine, but trust me with all your loving spirit.”
And when she had spoken such a rhapsody, she would press me more closely in her trembling embrace, and her lips in soft kisses gently glow upon my cheek.
Inevitable surrender. Opening with a heady blend of blood orange and black cherry, the heart of this perfume pulsates with narcotic jasmine, sinuous tuberose, blood amber, vanilla silk, and deep red labdanum.
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Indescribable Solemnity and Fear Perfume Oil
Add to cartAfter all these dreams there remained on waking a remembrance of having been in a place very nearly dark, and of having spoken to people whom I could not see; and especially of one clear voice, of a female’s, very deep, that spoke as if at a distance, slowly, and producing always the same sensation of indescribable solemnity and fear. Sometimes there came a sensation as if a hand was drawn softly along my cheek and neck. Sometimes it was as if warm lips kissed me, and longer and longer and more lovingly as they reached my throat, but there the caress fixed itself. My heart beat faster, my breathing rose and fell rapidly and full drawn; a sobbing, that rose into a sense of strangulation, supervened, and turned into a dreadful convulsion, in which my senses left me and I became unconscious.
The crescendo of a phantom’s caress: golden frankincense and cardamom smothered by honeyed kisses of labdanum, red rose, merlot, black oud, and myrrh.
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Laura Hair Gloss
Add to cart… looking up, while I was still upon my knees, I saw you—most assuredly you—as I see you now; a beautiful young lady, with golden hair and large blue eyes, and lips—your lips—you as you are here.
An ode to delicate femininity, evoking an image of a golden beauty bathed in sunlight: delicate sandalwood and white musk shimmering with neroli, yellow amber, pear blossom, peonies, and iris.
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Melancholy Fire Perfume Oil
Add to cartBetween these passionate moments there were long intervals of commonplace, of gaiety, of brooding melancholy, during which, except that I detected her eyes so full of melancholy fire, following me, at times I might have been as nothing to her.
A luminous cold flame: chilled bergamot, Ceylon cinnamon, white clove bud, amber, and incense smoke.
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Millarca Perfume Oil
Add to cart“She went on to make her petition, and it was in the tone of a person from whom such a request amounted to conferring, rather than seeking a favor. This was only in manner, and, as it seemed, quite unconsciously. Than the terms in which it was expressed, nothing could be more deprecatory. It was simply that I would consent to take charge of her daughter during her absence.
“This was, all things considered, a strange, not to say, an audacious request. She in some sort disarmed me, by stating and admitting everything that could be urged against it, and throwing herself entirely upon my chivalry. At the same moment, by a fatality that seems to have predetermined all that happened, my poor child came to my side, and, in an undertone, besought me to invite her new friend, Millarca, to pay us a visit. She had just been sounding her, and thought, if her mamma would allow her, she would like it extremely.
“At another time I should have told her to wait a little, until, at least, we knew who they were. But I had not a moment to think in. The two ladies assailed me together, and I must confess the refined and beautiful face of the young lady, about which there was something extremely engaging, as well as the elegance and fire of high birth, determined me; and, quite overpowered, I submitted, and undertook, too easily, the care of the young lady, whom her mother called Millarca.”
White lace, blackcurrant, and tea roses. -
Mircalla, Countess Karnstein Perfume Oil
Add to cartI remembered it; it was a small picture, about a foot and a half high, and nearly square, without a frame; but it was so blackened by age that I could not make it out.
The artist now produced it, with evident pride. It was quite beautiful; it was startling; it seemed to live. It was the effigy of Carmilla!
“Carmilla, dear, here is an absolute miracle. Here you are, living, smiling, ready to speak, in this picture. Isn’t it beautiful, Papa? And see, even the little mole on her throat.”
My father laughed, and said “Certainly it is a wonderful likeness,” but he looked away, and to my surprise seemed but little struck by it, and went on talking to the picture cleaner, who was also something of an artist, and discoursed with intelligence about the portraits or other works, which his art had just brought into light and color, while I was more and more lost in wonder the more I looked at the picture.
“Will you let me hang this picture in my room, papa?” I asked.
“Certainly, dear,” said he, smiling, “I’m very glad you think it so like. It must be prettier even than I thought it, if it is.”
The young lady did not acknowledge this pretty speech, did not seem to hear it. She was leaning back in her seat, her fine eyes under their long lashes gazing on me in contemplation, and she smiled in a kind of rapture.
“And now you can read quite plainly the name that is written in the corner. It is not Marcia; it looks as if it was done in gold. The name is Mircalla, Countess Karnstein, and this is a little coronet over and underneath A.D. 1698. I am descended from the Karnsteins; that is, mamma was.”
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My Soul Acquiesced in It Perfume Oil
Add to cartA strange melancholy was stealing over me, a melancholy that I would not have interrupted. Dim thoughts of death began to open, and an idea that I was slowly sinking took gentle, and, somehow, not unwelcome, possession of me. If it was sad, the tone of mind which this induced was also sweet.
Whatever it might be, my soul acquiesced in it.
Melancholic white rose petals drifting in a pool of white musk, bitter almond, and icy vanilla.
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My Wild Heart Bleeds With Yours Perfume Oil
Add to cartShe used to place her pretty arms about my neck, draw me to her, and laying her cheek to mine, murmur with her lips near my ear, “Dearest, your little heart is wounded; think me not cruel because I obey the irresistible law of my strength and weakness; if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours…”
A fierce rush of pink pepper, carnation, pulsating red berries, and crimson musk.
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Resembling the Passion of Love Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe vampire is prone to be fascinated with an engrossing vehemence, resembling the passion of love, by particular persons. In pursuit of these it will exercise inexhaustible patience and stratagem, for access to a particular object may be obstructed in a hundred ways. It will never desist until it has satiated its passion, and drained the very life of its coveted victim. But it will, in these cases, husband and protract its murderous enjoyment with the refinement of an epicure, and heighten it by the gradual approaches of an artful courtship. In these cases it seems to yearn for something like sympathy and consent. In ordinary ones it goes direct to its object, overpowers with violence, and strangles and exhausts often at a single feast.
All-consuming, relentless desire – deceptively luscious, murderously brooding, and blindingly sensual: blood musk, black cherry, crimson amber, 21-year aged patchouli, golden saffron, jasmine sambac, and black rose. -
Ruins of Karnstein Perfume Oil
Add to cart“It was a bad family, and here its bloodstained annals were written,” he continued. “It is hard that they should, after death, continue to plague the human race with their atrocious lusts.”
Palatial grandeur in ruins, its decrepit majesty poised in the liminal space between decay and beauty. A haunting memory of all-consuming desire: the rich, earthy depth of oud, vetiver, and moss, grounded in the untamed wilds of the forest, echoing the ancient stones that remain.
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Sinister Restlessness Perfume Oil
Add to cart…It was a sooty-black animal that resembled a monstrous cat. It appeared to me about four or five feet long for it measured fully the length of the hearthrug as it passed over it; and it continued to-ing and fro-ing with the lithe, sinister restlessness of a beast in a cage. I could not cry out, although as you may suppose, I was terrified.
Fear and fascination: blackened vetiver, amber smoke, clove, and oudh. -
Smiling Melancholy Perfume Oil
Add to cartThere was a coldness, it seemed to me, beyond her years, in her smiling melancholy persistent refusal to afford me the least ray of light.
Distant, enigmatic, shadowed: delicate heliotrope and pale rose petals, muted and soft, resting atop a chilly, intimate base that blends white musk, cashmere woods, and a touch of tonka bean.
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Strange Paroxysms of Languid Adoration Perfume Oil
Add to cartCarmilla became more devoted to me than ever, and her strange paroxysms of languid adoration more frequent. She used to gloat on me with increasing ardor the more my strength and spirits waned. This always shocked me like a momentary glare of insanity.
Parasitic intoxication: narcissus, opium poppy, and red orchid veiled in heliotrope, blush sandalwood, and crushed violet. -
The Great and Titled Dead Perfume Oil
Add to cartIn this solitude, having just listened to so strange a story, connected, as it was, with the great and titled dead, whose monuments were moldering among the dust and ivy round us, and every incident of which bore so awfully upon my own mysterious case—in this haunted spot, darkened by the towering foliage that rose on every side, dense and high above its noiseless walls—a horror began to steal over me, and my heart sank as I thought that my friends were, after all, not about to enter and disturb this triste and ominous scene.
The haunted stillness of a long-decayed cemetery plot choked by ivy and wild blackberry thorns.
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Troubled by Revenants Perfume Oil
Add to cart“How came the village to be deserted?” asked the General.
“It was troubled by revenants, sir; several were tracked to their graves, there detected by the usual tests, and extinguished in the usual way, by decapitation, by the stake, and by burning; but not until many of the villagers were killed.
“But after all these proceedings according to law,” he continued — “so many graves opened, and so many vampires deprived of their horrible animation — the village was not relieved. But a Moravian nobleman, who happened to be traveling this way, heard how matters were, and being skilled—as many people are in his country—in such affairs, he offered to deliver the village from its tormentor. He did so thus: There being a bright moon that night, he ascended, shortly after sunset, the towers of the chapel here, from whence he could distinctly see the churchyard beneath him; you can see it from that window. From this point he watched until he saw the vampire come out of his grave, and place near it the linen clothes in which he had been folded, and then glide away towards the village to plague its inhabitants.
A paean to ancient malevolence and the unseen forces that grasp and scratch at the living like gnarled roots clawing through blood-stained soil in midnight forests: patchouli, mandrake root, black pepper, and fossilized amber. -
You Are Mine, You Shall Be Mine, You and I Are One for Ever Perfume Oil
Add to cartSometimes after an hour of apathy, my strange and beautiful companion would take my hand and hold it with a fond pressure, renewed again and again; blushing softly, gazing in my face with languid and burning eyes, and breathing so fast that her dress rose and fell with the tumultuous respiration. It was like the ardor of a lover; it embarrassed me; it was hateful and yet over-powering; and with gloating eyes she drew me to her, and her hot lips traveled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, “You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one for ever.”
The consuming intensity of a passion that claims body and soul, blurring the boundaries between longing and obsession, lust and loathing. Ylang ylang and clove evoke the heat of skin against skin, bruised by bittersweet blackcurrant honey kisses.
Halloween 2024 - Freak in the Sheets Pt. II
It started out as such a simple concept: scented variations on the classic “sheet ghost” costume, veiled in different types of sheet. Of course we ended up shooting an entire travelogue with five different models in very different locations, and digging deeper into the history of who’s been sleeping in what, for how long.
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Lavender Silk Sheet Ghost Perfume Oil
Add to cartA sleek, seductive eternal slumber: silky ripples of spectral lavender cascading around the labdanum-shadowed absence of a living being.
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Motel Sheet Ghost Perfume Oil
Add to cartChills and thrills, but certainly no frills: a polluted, rough-riding version of the Traditional Sheet Ghost: cool white cotton, marshmallow fluff, and lemony Oman frankincense, marred with suspicious blotches of coconut oil and a cigarette burn.
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Traditional Sheet Ghost Perfume Oil
Add to cartBoo! Cool white cotton, marshmallow fluff, and lemony Oman frankincense.
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Tropical Print Sheet Ghost Perfume Oil
Add to cartDoes the carcass match the drapes? Cascades of banana Leaf, bamboo fiber, mango, papaya, and hibiscus, streaked with ectoplasm and sticky tears of strelitzia sap.
Halloween 2024 - Halloween Atmospheres 2024
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Pumpkin Nut Bread Atmosphere Spray
Add to cartPumpkin puree baked into a walnut-studded loaf, steaming with cinnamon, nutmeg, and clove.
Halloween 2024 - Halloween Beard Oils 2024
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Type AB-Beard Oil
Add to cartFor the most discerning vampires. Dragon’s blood resin, black cherry, clove, cardamom, black leather, and kyphi smoke.
Halloween 2024 - Halloween Hair Glosses 2024
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Autumn Bouquet Hair Gloss
Add to cartCarnations, sunset roses, hydrangea, and sunflowers bound in a clove-tinged pumpkin-orange velvet ribbon.
Halloween 2024 - Heloise & Abelard’s Spooky Single Notes
With the help of our witch and clown puppet friends, this year we’re getting back to basics. Remember the endless potential you felt as a kid while perusing the extremely limited options in your drug store’s Halloween aisle? A rubber nose here, a tinsel wig and plastic devil’s trident there… you could be anything, anything! That’s the spirit we’ve conjured for this year’s bumper crop of decidedly spooky single notes.
Single notes are a terrific way to hyperfocus on a particular detail, or to achieve a very specific mood or aesthetic through layering scents. Heloise and Abelard’s tastes might err toward the unconventional, but they truly want you to look and smell your best. So when anyone comments on your unusual scent, just be sure to tell ‘em how your personal style has been influenced by the haunted puppets who occasionally take over your favorite gothic perfume laboratory. They may not understand, but they’ll definitely never forget you!
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Black Lipstick Perfume Oil
Add to cartA goth awakening: waxy drugstore lipstick and clove cig residue.
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Blood Squib Perfume Oil
Add to cartA sanguinous firecracker of cherry simple syrup and dragon’s blood resin.
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Bonfire Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe perfume of withering leaves, their brittle forms surrendering to the flame, releasing a sigh of bitter smoke that is flickering with the ghosts of summer’s memory.
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Candied Apple Perfume Oil
Add to cartSour green apples encased in a sticky shell of iconic glossy red caramelized sugar syrup.
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Clown White Perfume Oil
Add to cartNo joke! Greasy petrolatum, lanolin, and titanium dioxide accords smeared with vanilla cream.
Please note: this product contains no clowns or clown-derived materia.
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Datura Blossom Perfume Oil
Add to cartCorpse white and bruise-purple, sacred datura is native to my west coast homeland. A seductive, heady, hypnotic bloom, as poisonous as it is beautiful.
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Graveyard Dirt Perfume Oil
Add to cartThis is the scent of pure graveyard dust, spattered with grave loam and dusted lightly with tombstone moss.
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Guttering Candle Perfume Oil
Add to cartRivulets of beeswax, a blackened wick, and a shuddering gust of smoke
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Insulation Board Tombstone Perfume Oil
Add to cartA fragrant melange of foam insulation board, PVC pipes, jigsaw grease, stone-textured spray paint, and polyurethane sealant.
Halloween 2024 - Nightmare Novellas Pt. II
Put down your tablets and gather ‘round the campfire, kiddies! We have yet another evening’s worth of Nightmare Novellas lined up to pluck at your nerves and pique the imagination. You can always reach out for a hand to hold if you get scared… just check to make sure it’s actually attached to the person next to you!
We’re pleased as punch to present the following Drew Rausch illustrations for spooky stories that never were, in hopes that they might serve as story prompts during the long, dark nights ahead. Who are these creeps, and what do they want? Where do they go when the Halloween season ends and everyone’s rotted pumpkins are turned to compost?
That’s for you to know, and for us to find out!
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Fuchsia Eyes Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe color and scent were indistinguishable, and inescapable.
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Hatman Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe isolation had been dreadful, but anything was preferable to this.
Scarlet musk, red oud, opium poppy, and tobacco absolute.
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Hollow Hallow Perfume Oil
Add to cartTheir ears rang with that silent echo, a spreading emptiness.
A suffocating pumpkin kyphi soaked in dark red wine and darkened by vetiver, opoponax, and black oud. -
Jolly Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe tone of her reply was lower than expected, and more demanding.
Pumpkin cream, caramel-coated marshmallow, crushed candy corn, lemon peel, and belladonna honey.
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Leaf Spirits Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe cost of protection proved to be more than any one person could pay.
Smoky vetiver, flaming sparks of black pepper, clove, and nutmeg, charred wood, and dark amber.
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Sleight of Hand Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe trick finally played, now treats could commence.
Incense-tarred patchouli, opoponax, blackened cloth, frankincense resin, and black moss. -
Slowly She Turned Perfume Oil
Add to cartStraining to hear, she wondered who the applause might be for. Surely not herself?
Flaming amber, queen mandarin rind, yellow peppercorn, scorched yellow roses, and a hint of decay. -
Sweet Tooth Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe mouth opened and closed like an eye, like a door, like anything but a mouth.
Scorched candy corn and melted toffees
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The Autumn Folk Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe chord vibrated in the air between them — a connection point.
Hay-dusted oak, honey mead, pumpkin rind, vetiver root, corn husk, and maple leaves.
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The Bell Witch Perfume Oil
Add to cartWhether arising from mischief or malice, the calamities were undeniably linked.
Rusted iron, mandrake root, burnt vetiver, and patchouli leaves -
The Treat Keeper Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe smile widened and the long neck bowed, offering.
Dried apples, sour apple mash, and molasses.
Halloween 2024 - Pile of Leaves 2024
Every leaf tells a story.
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Copperhead Snake on Dead Leaves Perfume Oil
Add to cartAbbott Handerson Thayer
Snake Oil slithering through a scattering of dead leaves with amber, cardamom, cistus, hops, white sandalwood, neroli, orris root, and smoked vanilla.
Halloween 2024 - Pile of Leaves 2024 - Pile of Leaves Hair Glosses 2024
Halloween 2024 - Pumpkin Patch 2024
Classic BPAL blends all pumpkin’d up!
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Embalmed Pumpkin Perfume Oil
Add to cartPumpkin rind encased in white musk, green tea, aloe and lemon.
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Moroccan Pumpkin Perfume Oil
Add to cartPumpkin spices wind through a blend of warm musk, carnation, red sandalwood and cassia.
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Pumpkin Blood Perfume Oil
Add to cartPumpkin pulp and dragon’s blood resin, thickened with myrrh, black cherry, and a trickle of clove.
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Pumpkin Kisses Perfume Oil
Add to cartSloppily sexy: sweetly spiced pumpkin juice with vanilla cream and wildflower honey, 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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Pumpkin Lust Perfume Oil
Add to cartWe don’t judge. Red musk, patchouli, ylang ylang, myrrh, and pumpkin guts.
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Pumpkin Smokestack Perfume Oil
Add to cartBurnt pumpkin skins, creosote, coal, and industrial waste.
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Pumpkin Tombstone Perfume Oil
Add to cartI’m yer pumpkinberry: dried pumpkin leather with vanilla, balsam and sassafras layered over Virginia cedar.
Halloween 2024 - Wild Hearses Atmosphere Spray Series
Infuse any vehicle or environment with the otherworldly swag of a rollin’ bone-mobile! WILD HEARSES is a series of 4oz Atmosphere & Linen Sprays which dare to ask important questions about life, death, and the liminal states in between. For example: have you heard the one about the overeager hearse driver? He got fired for parking on the shoulder.
BPAL’s Atmosphere & Linen sprays are alcohol based, packaged in a 4oz pump mist bottle. Do not spray anywhere near heating elements or an open flame. Do not consume internally or spray directly on sensitive body parts. Please exercise common sense when spraying your hearse spray, lest the hearse come ‘round for you next!
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Convertible Hearse Atmosphere Spray
Add to cartThe cadaver, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind: a chilly whoosh of dead leaves seasoned with the perfect amount of smog.
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Headless Hearseman Atmosphere Spray
Add to cartA bottomless swirl of black leather, dead branches, and flaming pumpkin guts.
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Hearse of Pancakes Atmosphere Spray
Add to cartThere’s still a little time to kill before the viewing… surely it wouldn’t hurt to stop for a short stack? Black coffee, syrup-drenched buckwheat cakes, and a crusty cruller for the road.
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Hiss and Hearse Atmosphere Spray
Add to cartA dribble of Dorian and a squiggle of Snake Oil, delicately stirred with a moss-crusted muddy shovel.
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Hot Pink Hearse Atmosphere Spray
Add to cartA dream hearse for anyone who grew up presiding over numerous doll funerals: flashy pink guava, strawberry jam, sugared pink grapefruit, blackberry, bergamot, and pink champagne adorned with a gleaming chrome Landau bar.
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Lime Green Hearse Atmosphere Spray
Add to cartA shiny, genteel, vintage ride for all those who feel dead inside: lime rind, citron, petitgrain, white musk, a swish of bay rum and a bit of black pepper.