Halloween 2025

As of this writing on a lovely September afternoon, everyone who works at BPAL seems to have some kind of Halloween project going on in the background, whether related to costume creation, home decor, or brewing up frightful treats. And this doesn’t even count as “early” to most ‘Weenie wackos!

Our relatively recent tradition of previewing Halloween fragrances at Dragon Con has been incredibly useful in terms of getting us in the spooky spirit. And then we get to witness others’ enjoyment of it, which proves contagious. (If we’re lucky, this joy is the only infection we brought home from Atlanta this year. Get thee behind us, Con Crud!)

This year’s series is like a scrapbook stuffed with snippets from artists we love – illustrations from John Herndon, Becky Munich, and Drew Rausch are back in rotation – as well as our own personal experiences, tastes, humor, and horrors. Even this year’s literary component, a fragrant adaptation of the short story The Yellow Wallpaper, is connected to memories of the childhood discovery that words printed on a page can affect a person more brutally than anything they’d ever seen on a screen or in real life.

And of course, by now some of the perfumes in our Main Category of ‘Weenies have been in rotation for over twenty years. To the extent that little bottles of oily essence can function as scraps in a book, we share your pleasure in revisiting them, rereading the descriptions, and inhaling the contents, wondering how on earth this all happened.

May your season be filled with such fragrant remembrances, in whatever form those take. May our ghosts feel invited to visit and speak, and may their messages stand a chance of being heard before we’ve passed out of range, slipping back into winter’s relative peace and silence.

  • Bat's All, Folks

    Bat's All, Folks

  • Halloween 2025 Main

    Halloween 2025 Main

  • Halloween 2025 Trading Post

    Halloween 2025 Trading Post

  • Halloween Flash Sheet

    Halloween Flash Sheet

  • Pile of Leaves 2025

    Pile of Leaves 2025

  • The Yellow Wallpaper

    The Yellow Wallpaper

  • Wild Hearses

    Wild Hearses

  • A Recurrent Spot Perfume Oil

    There is a recurrent spot where the pattern lolls like a broken neck and two bulbous eyes stare at you upside-down.

     

    I get positively angry with the impertinence of it and the everlastingness. Up and down and sideways they crawl, and those absurd, unblinking eyes are everywhere. There is one place where two breadths didn’t match, and the eyes go all up and down the line, one a little higher than the other.


    Indolic jasmine glaring through a haze of tobacco yellow and stained lace.

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  • A Yellow Smell Hair Gloss

    But there is something else about that paper—the smell! I noticed it the moment we came into the room, but with so much air and sun it was not bad. Now we have had a week of fog and rain, and whether the windows are open or not, the smell is here.

     

    It creeps all over the house.

     

    I find it hovering in the dining-room, skulking in the parlor, hiding in the hall, lying in wait for me on the stairs.

     

    It gets into my hair.

     

    Even when I go to ride, if I turn my head suddenly and surprise it—there is that smell!

     

    Such a peculiar odor, too! I have spent hours in trying to analyze it, to find what it smelled like.

    It is not bad—at first, and very gentle, but quite the subtlest, most enduring odor I ever met.

     

    In this damp weather it is awful. I wake up in the night and find it hanging over me.

     

    It used to disturb me at first. I thought seriously of burning the house—to reach the smell.

    But now I am used to it. The only thing I can think of that it is like is the color of the paper! A yellow smell.

    Scorched wood and oversteeped chamomile petals pressed wetly into beeswax, brittle fossilized amber, a whisper of honeyed hay and saffron, and the sweet decay of overripe butter figs.

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  • Absinthe Pancakes Perfume Oil

    Flapjacks drowning in an intoxicating blend containing wormwood essence, light mints, cardamom, anise, hyssop, and the barest hint of lemon.

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  • Air and Sunshine Galore Home & Linen Spray

    It is a big, airy room, the whole floor nearly, with windows that look all ways, and air and sunshine galore. It was nursery first and then playground and gymnasium, I should judge; for the windows are barred for little children, and there are rings and things in the walls.

    Radiant emptiness: a breezy citrus-touched aldehyde with a hint of sunny amber and dusty heliotrope, and the metallic tang of sun-warmed iron bars.

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  • Araw Ng Mgaw Patay 2025 Perfume Oil

    The first half of Undas, this is the Day of the Dead in the Philippines. It is a time to remember those who have passed before you, and to do honor to your ancestors. Crypts are whitewashed, cemetery plots are weeded, cleaned, groomed, and decorated with bushels of bright flowers. Offerings of sweets are made to the departed and shared with the living, and toasts are made in remembrance.

     

    A cheerful, raucous celebration of life and death: bouquets overflowing with gerbera daisies, waling waling, sampaguita, ylang ylang, hibiscus, night-blooming dama de noche, santan, and everlasting flower with piles upon piles of bibingka, ube halaya, rice muffins, champorado, purple yam cake, and turon, and plates of gooey kalabasa leche flan.

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  • Autumn Overlooked my Knitting 2025 Perfume Oil

    Autumn — overlooked my Knitting

    Dyes — said He — have I

    Could disparage a Flamingo

    Show Me them — said I

     

    Cochineal — I chose — for deeming

    It resemble Thee

    And the little Border — Dusker

    For resembling Me

     

    For my knitter posse! A warm scent, as delicate as lace and as soft as cashmere, and as cozy as wool, punctuated with red currant for the blazing red of cochineal and surrounded by a border of soft grey ambergris and a swirl of autumn leaves.

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  • Batty Lace 2025 Perfume Oil

    A leathered up, musky interpretation of BPAL’s Antique Lace: dry flowers, aged linens, and the faint breath of long-faded perfumes with well-worn leather and caramel musk.

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  • Batty Snake Oil Perfume Oil

    Deep, rich, earthy notes swirled with vegetal musks, sugared vanilla bean, brown leather, and dark spices. Featuring Drew Rausch’s original “Bats In The Belfry” art!

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  • Black Eyeliner Perfume Oil

    A 99-cent drugstore eyeliner freshly melted with a Bic lighter, in concert with the leathery metallic gleam of a well-loved pyramid spike bracelet.

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  • Black Lipstick 2025 Perfume Oil

    A goth awakening: waxy drugstore lipstick and clove cig residue.

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  • Black Velvet & Red Lamé Perfume Oil

    A scent inspired by the debris left over from frantic last-minute costuming sessions. Torn scraps of velvety black voodoo lily mingled with dried rose petals and a flash of red peppercorn.

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  • Bone Apple Teeth Perfume Oil

    Saying “bone apple teeth” instead of “bon appétit” seems to take on a special meaning in the context of Halloween treats. Here’s a scent commemorating the allure of everything our dentist would have us avoid: a luscious red apple rendered nigh impenetrable by armored plates of toffee and caramel, sprinkled with bone-dry cinnamon-glazed almonds and hard bits of popcorn.

    Label artwork by Drew Rausch

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  • Brandied Pumpkin Perfume Oil

    Roasted pumpkin soaked in golden brandy, clove, nutmeg, and vanilla absolute.

    Label artwork by Drew Rausch

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  • Caramel Apple Cookie 2025 Hair Gloss

    Brown sugar cookies with fat chunks of cinnamon-dusted apple and swirls of caramel.

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  • Cherry Cola Hearse Perfume Oil

    *clinks bottles*

    *clinks shovels*

     

    How about one for the road? Fizzy pop and a syrupy slick of motor oil splashed across disintegrating tan leather seats.

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  • Clown Flash Perfume Oil

    Does this look like it healed funny? Globs of vanilla cream splattered with a honk of electric cherry, red currant, and a spatter of ink.

    Art by John Herndon

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  • Committing Every Artistic Sin Perfume Oil

    It is stripped off—the paper—in great patches all around the head of my bed, about as far as I can reach, and in a great place on the other side of the room low down. I never saw a worse paper in my life.

     

    One of those sprawling flamboyant patterns committing every artistic sin.

     

    It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate, and provoke study, and when you follow the lame, uncertain curves for a little distance they suddenly commit suicide—plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in unheard-of contradictions.

     

    The color is repellant, almost revolting; a smouldering, unclean yellow, strangely faded by the slow-turning sunlight.

     

    It is a dull yet lurid orange in some places, a sickly sulphur tint in others.

    No wonder the children hated it! I should hate it myself if I had to live in this room long.

    A smouldering, unclean scent: turmeric-dusted acrid marigold, linseed oil, bitter orange peel, crumbling plaster, clotted vanilla, and a whiff of sweet mildew.

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  • Convertible Hearse Perfume Oil

    The 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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  • Creeping by Daylight Perfume Oil

    I think that woman gets out in the daytime!

     

    And I’ll tell you why—privately—I’ve seen her!

     

    I can see her out of every one of my windows!

     

    It is the same woman, I know, for she is always creeping, and most women do not creep by daylight.

     

    I see her on that long shaded lane, creeping up and down. I see her in those dark grape arbors, creeping all around the garden.

     

    I see her on that long road under the trees, creeping along, and when a carriage comes she hides under the blackberry vines.

    I don’t blame her a bit. It must be very humiliating to be caught creeping by daylight!
    Furtive, uncanny. Blackened blackberry bleeds onto bruised green leaves, crushed grass, and wet earth while tendrils of honeysuckle clutch and grasp at noontime shadows.

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  • Dark Macademia Perfume Oil

    These are dark times indeed… so here’s a gourmand for the brooding scholar. The warm, nutty richness of roasted macadamia folded into the dry papery musk of time-worn tomes bound in crackled leather; golden drips of beeswax candlelight flicker against polished teakwood shelves, while the smoky warmth of fireplace smoke lingers in the air.

    (Nutty portmanteau absolutely intended. Don’t @ us.)
     

    Photo: Yale law school library, 1870s

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  • Dead Leaves Stuck In Yer Beard
  • Devil Flash Perfume Oil

    Tattoo ink steeped in infernal musk, with a splash of brimstone cologne.

    Art by John Herndon

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  • Every Day is Halloween 2025 Perfume Oil

    Skin-warmed sandalwood and toasted pumpkin settle into a gentle blend suitable for all 365 days of Halloween.

    Label artwork: Halloween (1920) by Clara Mairs

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  • Flor de Muerto Perfume Oil

    The orange marigold, or zempasúchitl, has been one of Death’s symbols since the pre-Columbian era. The yellow and orange petals are believed to represent the rays of the sun, bringing joy and light to the souls dwelling in the realm of the dead. These flowers surround Day of the Dead altars to guide the spirits to their offerings.

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  • Garg Oil Beard Oil

    Stone-faced charm, stone-cold sophistication. A mossy beard oil blend with a hint of beeswax, cathedral incense, blackened cedar, and aged oak.

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  • Gothic Gatekeeper Perfume Oil

    Goth music and goth culture are for everyone. The more, the scarier! But try telling that to the troll who’s appointed themselves as guardian of an entire subculture, which they alone seemingly understand every nuance of.

     

    So purely for fun, we asked Drew Rausch to visualize this archetype for us as an undead horror host called the GOTHIC GATEKEEPER, who smells like every record store dickhead demanding that you name three songs from the band whose shirt you’re wearing… but the goth version. 

     

    Behold: pleather, incense, and a ton of vinyl.

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  • Graveyard Dirt 2025 Perfume Oil

    This is the scent of pure graveyard dust, spattered with grave loam and dusted lightly with tombstone moss.

     

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  • Graveyard Dirt Home & Linen Spray

    This is the scent of pure graveyard dust, spattered with grave loam and dusted lightly with tombstone moss.

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  • Green Lovebat Perfume Oil

    The Lovebirds wanted to be spooky this year, and we didn’t have the heart to tell them that no one will be fooled.

    Fuzzy foamed milk with peppermint cream, green currants, and sugared green apple.

     

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  • Gummi Fangs Perfume Oil

    With apologies to Bram Stoker: though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable… and so can a mouthful of gummi fangs! Daub your pulse points with the scent of chewy red fruit gums and shining white vanilla teeth.

     

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  • Halloween Hagelslag Perfume Oil

    Who wants to go Dutch with us on a warm slice of buttered pumpkin bread covered in chocolate candy sprinkles (jimmies, because we’re in Philly now)?

     

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  • Headless Hearseman Perfume Oil

    A bottomless swirl of black leather, dead branches, and flaming pumpkin guts.

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  • Hearse of Pancakes Perfume Oil

    There’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 & Hearse Perfume Oil

    A dribble of Dorian and a squiggle of Snake Oil, delicately stirred with a moss-crusted muddy shovel.

     

    2017 staff photo by Jason Thompson

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  • Hot Pink Hearse Perfume Oil

    A 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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  • I’ve got out at last Perfume Oil

    He stopped short by the door.

     

    “What is the matter?” he cried. “For God’s sake, what are you doing!”

     

    I kept on creeping just the same, but I looked at him over my shoulder.

     

    “I’ve got out at last,” said I, “in spite of you and Jane! And I’ve pulled off most of the paper, so you can’t put me back!”

     

    Now why should that man have fainted? But he did, and right across my path by the wall, so that I had to creep over him every time!


    Torn paper revealing scorched plaster embedded with bitter citron, yellow grapefruit, and damp white cedar.

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  • In Night When Colors all to Black are Cast 2025 Perfume Oil

    An inner darkness: ink-black vegetal musk, opoponax, velvet myrrh, nagarmotha, black champa, labdanum, and plum honey. 

    Label artwork by Drew Rausch

     

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  • Interminable Grotesques Perfume Oil

    Looked at in one way each breadth stands alone, the bloated curves and flourishes—a kind of “debased Romanesque” with delirium tremens—go waddling up and down in isolated columns of fatuity.

     

    But, on the other hand, they connect diagonally, and the sprawling outlines run off in great slanting waves of optic horror, like a lot of wallowing seaweeds in full chase.

     

    The whole thing goes horizontally, too, at least it seems so, and I exhaust myself in trying to distinguish the order of its going in that direction.

     

    They have used a horizontal breadth for a frieze, and that adds wonderfully to the confusion.

     

    There is one end of the room where it is almost intact, and there, when the cross-lights fade and the low sun shines directly upon it, I can almost fancy radiation after all,—the interminable grotesques seem to form around a common centre and rush off in headlong plunges of equal distraction.


    Flowers in full chase, radiant and absurd, grotesquely endless: narcissus blooms lolling on broken stems, their buttery perfume swelling into a debased crescendo of honeyed heliotrope, toxic lily of the valley, almond blossom, and opium poppy.

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  • Interview with the Lovebat Perfume Oil

    “You weren’t always a lovebat, were you?” he began.

     

    A spoopy confabulation: Pink strawberries floating in sparkling blood orange and French lime fizz, enveloped in a swooshy cape of black velvet plum.

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  • Is She, You Know? Perfume Oil

    Ladies, is it gay to have a skeletal system? Short answer: YES! Because the human wrist was undeniably made to flap and go “enh.”

     

    There are many theories about the historical origin of the so-called “limp wrist” gesture, which has bedeviled arbiters of masculine/feminine presentation since at least the ancient Roman times. So when we defiantly flop our phalanges, we’re reclaiming a time-honored tradition! And letting our skeletons do what they do most naturally: camp it up.

     

    Did you know the human wrist is made up of eight small bones, plus the forearm’s radius and ulna? Factor in the four small ones that comprise that lightly extended pinkie finger, and the number of bones required to execute this delicate maneuver add up to FOURTEEN. No wonder we’re always so tired.

     

    So defy nature if you truly must, but never forget: when bones are all that’s left of you, the wrists will be extra floppy. And we think that’s worth celebrating while you’re still alive!

     

    This scent debuted in 2023 as “Is He, You Know” but since this is commonly deployed as an equal-opportunity aphorism, we’ve created a campy companion scent: sweet 13-year aged patchouli, peru balsam, white oakmoss, spikenard, bourbon vanilla, sugar cane, and a sprig of lilac.

    Art by Drew Rausch

     

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  • John Barleycorn Beard Oil

    There was three men come out o’ the west

    their fortunes for to try,

    And these three men made a solemn vow,

    John Barleycorn must die,

    They plowed, they sowed, they harrowed him in,

    throwed clods upon his head,

    And these three men made a solemn vow,

    John Barleycorn was dead.

     

    Barley, beer, blood, and whiskey.

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  • La Calavera Catrina 2025 Perfume Oil

    The Lady of the Graveyard! Autumn leaves, wild roses, bourbon vanilla, dry chamomile, and a bouquet of bright chrysanthemums and Mexican marigolds.

     

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  • Lime Green Hearse Perfume Oil

    A 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. 

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  • Mictecacihuatl 2025 Perfume Oil

    Known as the Mistress of Bones and the Lady of the Dead, she is the Queen of Mictlan, the Aztec Underworld, who still presides over today’s Day of the Dead rituals. Sometimes known now as La Huesuda, she brings peace and joy to the spirits of the deceased, and blesses the living who do honor to those who have passed before them.

     

    Copal, precious woods, warm spices, agave nectar, cigar tobacco, and roses.

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  • October 2025 Perfume Oil

    Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath! 

    When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf, 

    And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief 

    And the year smiles as it draws near its death. 

    Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay 

    In the gay woods and in the golden air,

     Like to a good old age released from care, 

    Journeying, in long serenity, away. 

    In such a bright, late quiet, would that I 

    Might wear out life like thee, ‘mid bowers and brooks 

    And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks, 

    And music of kind voices ever nigh; 

    And when my last sand twinkled in the glass, 

    Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.  

     

    Dry, cold autumn wind. A rustle of red leaves, a touch of smoke and sap in the air.

    Label artwork by Drew Rausch

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  • Pink Lovebat Perfume Oil

    The Lovebirds wanted to be spooky this year, and we didn’t have the heart to tell them that no one will be fooled.

     

    A frothy strawberry malted with papaya juice and black cherries, topped with marshmallow cream.

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  • Pink Pumpkin Floss Lotion

    Pumpkin candyfloss with strawberry cream and red currant.

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  • Plastic Rats Perfume Oil

    A tribute to the squeaky plastic rats that haunt every Halloween bin — adorable little horrors with gleaming eyes and crooked tails. Shiny black licorice, grey amber, and a dusting of smoky black pepper.

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  • Porcelain Bat Perfume Oil

    Happy Halloween, all! Brian here — Doc Constantine to some — making my occasional guest appearance narrating BPAL scent copy.

    The Porcelain Bat came into our lives last year, the morning we staggered home from New York Comic Con. Samantha and I were running on fumes—suitcases still in the car, clothes sticky from the long drive, brains mushy from lack of sleep. All we wanted was showers, silence, and unconsciousness. Instead, at the crack of dawn, we encountered a fluffy ball of chaos.

    Sam was the first to notice. She was upstairs when she heard a shuffle in the bathroom. At first, she thought it was a mouse, but when she leaned closer, she froze. Pressed against the frosted glass of our under-sink cabinet was the very distinct, unmistakable silhouette of a bat. One wing splayed, tiny body smushed, like it had been waiting all week for us.

    Her scream shook the walls: “BRIAN! THERE’S A FUCKING BAT IN THE BATHROOM!”

    I was so exhausted that her words barely made sense. “I know all those words,” I muttered, “but not in that order.”

    By the time my brain caught up, Sam had cracked the door open. The bat had managed to get out from under the sink and was boinging around the bathroom like a rubber Halloween toy brought to life. It zipped around the bathroom, frantic, wings flicking against tile and towel racks. For a creature that small, it felt huge—its wingspan may have been a mere handful of inches, but to us, shrieking bat-startled banshees, it was a twenty-foot beast.

    Everyone’s goth AF until a bat is flying straight at your face in your own house.

    Sam called every bat rescue service in Delco and all neighboring counties, but no one could give us an assist until at least ten hours later. We didn’t have that kind of time, not with the bathroom locked down and our bladders on strike.

    So we started preparing.

    I pulled on every piece of protective gear I owned: chainsaw helmet, gloves, goggles. If I could’ve found hockey pads, I would’ve worn those, too. Sam looked me over and frowned.

    “BUT YOUR NECK ISN’T COVERED!”

    I glared at her. “Don’t.”

    “WHAT IF IT’S A VAMPIRE BAT?”

    The joke is funny in hindsight, but in that moment I wasn’t laughing.

    I peeked through the old-fashioned keyhole, heart hammering, but saw nothing. Was it perched on the towels? Hanging from the door? Clinging to the ceiling like some tiny gargoyle? There was no way to know.

    So finally I muttered, “Fuck it,” shoved open the door, and went in with a plastic storage bin and a scrap of cardboard.

    Luck was on our side, and the little guy had ended up in the bathtub. The porcelain sides were too slick for him to climb: a tiny prisoner in the big white basin.

    Carefully, gently, we lowered the bin over him. He rustled his wings but didn’t fight. We slid the cardboard underneath, lifted him up, and carried him outside.

    Out on the porch, we set the box (opened, so he could make his way out on his terms) on a shady table and let him rest. Our tiny intruder, the Porcelain Bat, had survived his ordeal. And so had we.

    The sweet little guardian of our bathroom sink. The warm, unsettling thrum of musky fur and leathery wings smushed against frosted orris root and vanilla plaster dust.

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  • PSL: Pumpkin Snake Latte 2025 Perfume Oil

    Basically what I smell like every autumn.

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  • Pumpkin Brioche French Toast Hair Gloss

    Airy brioche infused with spiced pumpkin and silken vanilla with a slow drizzle of maple warmed by sugared amber.

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  • Pumpkin Latte 2025 Perfume Oil

    Espresso, pumpkin syrup, smoky vanilla bean, milk, raw sugar, and a dash of cinnamon and nutmeg.

    Label artwork by Drew Rausch

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  • Pumpkin Popcorn Perfume Oil

    Pumpkin spiced and buttery.

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  • Pumpkin Root Beer Float Perfume Oil

    You’re a grownup, no one can stop you from slurping up clouds of rooty foam from around a giant glump of pumpkin ice cream squished into a frosted goblet.

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  • Pumpkin Trash Bag 2025 Perfume Oil

    A crinkly, crunchy, cartoony jack-o-lantern scent, stuffed full of leaves and eager to please: orange blossom, blood orange, and orange hard candy with pumpkin pulp and smushed leaves.

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  • Pumpkin Zucchini Bread Perfume Oil

    Nothing will squash our interest in creating new pumpkin scents!

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  • Pumpkinville 2025 Perfume Oil

    A pumpkin-spiced homage to this very limited Convergence 12 BPAL perfume from 2006: a sultry, sweet red musk blend with pumpkin spices and pumpkin pulp.

    Artwork by Becky Munich

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  • Samhain 2025 Perfume Oil

    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.

    Label artwork by Drew Rausch

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  • Samhain Beard Oil

    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.

    Label artwork by Drew Rausch

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  • Samhain Home & Linen Spray

    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.

    Label artwork by Drew Rausch

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  • Samhain Lotion

    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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  • Samhainophobia 2025 Hair Gloss

    The fear of Halloween. Menacing Haitian vetiver, patchouli, and clove with a shock of bourbon geranium, grim oakmoss, and dread-inspiring balsams pierce the innocuous scent of autumn leaves.

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  • Sidewalk Apples Perfume Oil

    Tartly sweet, brusquely pavement-kissed, zesty with fermentation, dusted with leaf-litter, and relished by opportunistic squirrels craving a tipple.

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  • Skeleton Flash Perfume Oil

    Polished bone shards, scorched sandalwood and tattoo ink.

    Art by John Herndon

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  • Snooty Bat 2025 Perfume Oil

    Revived from 2023’sThe Singularity series, featuring Drew Rausch’s original art – but we’ve added “2025” in Roman numerals to make it even snootier. 

     

    On Fridays, we wear black: sugared patchouli, nag champa, black leather, and clove. 

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  • Spooky 2025 Perfume Oil

    This classic BPAL Halloweenie dating back to 2003 has returned from the grave! A maddeningly festive blend of warm, buttery rum, cocoa, coconut, vanilla and a jolt of peppermint – a sweet, decadent, slightly silly scent, reminiscent of rum-laced holiday cookies.

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  • Sugar Skull 2025 Perfume Oil

    Vibrant with the joy and sweetness of life in death! A blend of five sugars, lightly dusted with candied fruits.

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  • Sweet Incense, Soft Musk, and Autumn Leaves Lotion

    The perfect accompaniment for our Halloween fragrances. A lovely autumnal layering scent.

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  • Tarantula Flash Perfume Oil

    Tattoo ink afuzz with caramelized pumpkin pulp, bourbon, cranberry juice, sweet patchouli, and  red peppercorns.

    Art by John Herndon

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  • The Death of Autumn 2025 Perfume Oil

    Dark amber, dead leaves, khus, saffron, bitter clove, chrysanthemum, camellia, galangal, and a drop of oud.

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  • The Hag Perfume Oil

    The Hag is astride,

    This night for to ride;

    The Devill and shee together:

    Through thick, and through thin,

    Now out, and then in,

    Though ne’r so foule be the weather.

     

    A Thorn or a Burr

    She takes for a Spurre:

    With a lash of a Bramble she rides now,

    Through Brakes and through Bryars,

    O’re Ditches, and Mires,

    She followes the Spirit that guides now.

     

    No Beast, for his food,

    Dares now range the wood;

    But husht in his laire he lies lurking:

    While mischiefs, by these,

    On Land and on Seas,

    At noone of Night are working,

     

    The storme will arise,

    And trouble the skies;

    This night, and more for the wonder,

    The ghost from the Tomb

    Affrighted shall come,

    Cal’d out by the clap of the Thunder.

     

    Black musk, bay leaves, galangal, bourbon vetiver, blackcurrant, and rum.

    Label artwork by Drew Rausch

     

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  • The Shadowed Veil 2025 Hair Gloss

    A strangely sensual, darkly fae All Hallow’s Eve cologne, a perfume of the Otherworld: black pumpkin, leather, pomegranate incense, agarwood, and bourbon patchouli.

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  • The Shadowed Veil 2025 Perfume Oil

    A strangely sensual, darkly fae All Hallow’s Eve cologne, a perfume of the Otherworld: black pumpkin, leather, pomegranate incense, agarwood, and bourbon patchouli.

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  • The Witches 2025 Perfume Oil

    Jean Veber

    Pumpkin cream, honey, vanilla sugar, and smoked vanilla bean.

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  • The Witches Hair Gloss

    Jean Veber

    Pumpkin cream, honey, vanilla sugar, and smoked vanilla bean.

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  • The Woman Behind it Perfume Oil

    By moonlight—the moon shines in all night when there is a moon—I wouldn’t know it was the same paper.

     

    At night in any kind of light, in twilight, candlelight, lamplight, and worst of all by moonlight, it becomes bars! The outside pattern I mean, and the woman behind it is as plain as can be.

     

    I didn’t realize for a long time what the thing was that showed behind,—that dim sub-pattern,—but now I am quite sure it is a woman.


    A perfume of veils and bars, moonlight slashing through prison walls: silvered lavender and white iris shuddering like lamplight on stained plaster, ambergris frothing through vanilla husk, and the phantom outline of a rose-touched woman’s silhouette.

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  • Together We Shall Rejoice Lotion

    And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart:

     

    Your seeds shall live in my body,

    And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart,

    And your fragrance shall be my breath,

    And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.

     

    – Khalil Gibran, excerpt from “On Eating and Drinking”

     

    Crisp orchard air draped in morning dew, a bite of sun-warmed apple that bursts with honeyed clarity. The seeds carry whispers of tomorrow: green leaf, tender blossom, sapling wood. A breath both luminous and eternal, where fruit, flower, and branch entwine.

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  • Tongue Wall Home & Linen Spray

    Enhance your horror movie screenings with this fleshy and fruity shpritz: guava musk, slick strawberry lip gloss, and blood-tainted digestive juices.

     

    This scent is also available as a 5ml perfume oil in our officially licensed Dr. Caligari (1989) fragrance collection.

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  • Type AB- 2025 Beard Oil

    For the most discerning vampires. Dragon’s blood resin, black cherry, clove, cardamom, black leather, and kyphi smoke.

    Label artwork by Drew Rausch

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  • Ube Pumpkin Cheesecake Perfume Oil

    Piles of ube pumpkin cheesecake batter blorped into a brown sugar graham cracker crust.

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  • Vintage Kitty Blow Molds Perfume Oil

    Hollow plastic shells of mango sherbet and musky black clove echoing with a ghostly miaow of glowing amber.

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  • White Satin Hearse Perfume Oil

    Don’t you just love that new hearse smell? A stylish, contemporary corpse-carrier for the most discriminating clientele: traces of embalming fluid clinging to white satin curtains and fresh white leather seats.

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  • Witch Flash Perfume Oil

    Tattoo ink infused with sorcerous roots and heady incense.

    Art by John Herndon

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  • Yipe! 2025 Home & Linen Spray

    In the vein (GET IT?) of Boo, Suck It, and Spooky, this is a gushing font of sweet bloody black cherry cream and crushed dried blackberries.

    Label artwork by Drew Rausch

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  • Zombie Flash Perfume Oil

    Grave loam, mushrooms, Spanish moss, a smear of ink, and a bit of braaains.

    Art by John Herndon

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