Patchouli - Black
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A Dead Death Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe deadest death, most deadest of deadlies: sweet blackened patchouli, blackcurrant, cypress wood, and vetiver.
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A Wicked, Burning Desire Hair Gloss
Out of StockThere was something about them that made me uneasy, some longing and at the same time some deadly fear. I felt in my heart a wicked, burning desire that they would kiss me with those red lips.
Champaca orchid, blood musk, lily-white gardenia, orris concrete, oakmoss, glossy black patchouli, and frankincense
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All Hallows Chaos: Samhain Perfume Oil
Out of Stock“Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos.”
― Mary Shelley, 1831This Samhain, we’re reveling in the desecration of a classic blend: “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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Black and Red Candy Canes Perfume Oil
Out of StockEvery year at BPAL, we put up our tiny black Yule tree in the front parlor. It has red lights, and it’s decorated with whatever we have handy. I don’t remember when we got this little tree, but it’s been a Yule staple here as long as I can remember. There are always black and red candy canes on the tree; I don’t know what they actually taste like, because these things have been with us forever and are a bajillion years old. They are probably lethal by now.
Red musk, star anise, clove bud, labdanum, opium pod, and black patchouli.
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Blacklight Reactive Grim Reaper Poster Perfume Oil
Out of StockNo need to fear this lean, green, soul-harvesting machine! A voluminous cloak of glossy black patchouli, scorched cedar, gleaming leather, inky musk, charcoal, black champaca petals, and cannabis accord with a scythe-sharp slash of eucalyptus leaf.
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Brumation Perfume Oil
Out of StockWinter sluggishness, December’s malaise. A torpor: thick brown labdanum, tobacco absolute, vetiver, black moss, and black patchouli.
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Fuck You, Said the Raven Perfume Oil
Add to cart“Hey,” said Shadow. “Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are.”
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
“Say ‘Nevermore,'” said Shadow.
“Fuck you,” said the raven.”
Glossy black, rough, and gravelly: violet-gilded opoponax, black patchouli, myrrh, and oak leaf.
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Leave Her, Johnny Perfume Oil
Add to cartOh the times are hard and the wages low
Leave her, Johnny, leave her
Oh the times are hard and the wages low
And it’s time for us to leave her.Oh my old mother she wrote to me
‘My dear son, come home from sea.’It was rotten meat and weevilly bread
‘You’ll eat or starve,’ the Old Man said.I thought I heard the Old Man say
‘You can go ashore and collect your pay.’It’s time for us to say goodbye
For the old pierhead is drawing nigh.Leave her, Johnny, leave her
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her
The voyage is done and the winds don’t blow
And it’s time for us to leave her.A sailor’s love song to her ship: Laotian oud, white cedarwood, sweet black patchouli, spiced rum, blackened fig, and coconut.
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Moons of Saturn: Mimas Perfume Oil
Out of StockSon of Gaia, slain by Hephastus with red-hot iron, incinerated by Zeus’ lightning bolts. Not a lucky fellow at all.
A thunderclap of ozone and red peppercorn slicing through sweet vetiver, black patchouli, and opoponax.
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Murderous Frogs Perfume Oil
Add to cartThis illustration offers a compelling interpretation of what a “Merry Christmas” might be.
Venom-green musk, oily black patchouli, vetiver root, mandarin, matcha tea, oakmoss, and green apple.
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Samhain Perfume Oil
Out of StockTruly 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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Samhain Perfume Oil
Out of StockTruly 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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Samhain Perfume Oil
Out of StockTruly 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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Samhain Perfume Oil
Out of StockTruly the scent of autumn itself — damp woods, fir needle, and black patchouli with the gentlest touches of warm pumpkin, clove, nutmeg, allspice, green cardamom, sweet red apple and mullein.
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Samhain Perfume Oil 2021
Out of StockTruly 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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Seven Word Story: Wrath Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe subject of our latest #BPAL7wordstory contest was WRATH. The winning entry was submitted by Miss Paulette:
The poison worked slowly, to her delight.
Bitter almond swirled into black patchouli, with red amber, rum absolute, and lemon peel.
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Sin Perfume Oil
Select OptionsThouroughly corrupted: amber, sandalwood, black patchouli and cinnamon.
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Slay Perfume Oil
Add to cartThe consummate host: they can fill oceans of time on the mic and still leave the crowd hypnotized.
Black leather, polished black patchouli and blood-red vegetal musk, bakhoor oudh, tobacco absolute, sacred frankincense, fossilized amber resin, and bittersweet cacao.
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Teapot Full of Angst Perfume Oil
Add to cartA Christmas greeting with blargghhhh
Big mood. Black tea with vetiver, almond, black patchouli, tobacco absolute, bitter lemon peel, and oud.
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The Governing Dark’s Begun Perfume Oil
Out of StockIt freezes – all across a soundless sky
The birds go home. The governing dark’s begun:
The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun;
The ultimate dark wherein the race shall die.
Death, with his evil finger to his lip,
Leers in at human windows, turning spy
To learn the country where his rule shall lie
When he assumes perpetual generalship.
The undefeated enemy, the chill
That shall benumb the voiceful earth at last,
Is master of our moment, and has bound
The viewless wind it-self. There is no sound.
It freezes. Every friendly stream is fast.
It freezes; and the graven twigs are still.
– Hilaire Belloc
The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun: leaden opoponax and black patchouli obfuscating a dim glimmer of amber, frozen by eucalyptus, silent under a shadowed shroud of blackcurrant.
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The Organ Grinder Perfume Oil
Add to cartA handsome, dark-skinned man weaves and dances his way through the crowd. Veves have been burned into the face of his old acoustic guitar, which he strums casually as he strolls though the crowd. A winged Capuchin monkey is balanced on his shoulder, holding out a rusty metal cup. The guitar player’s melancholy chords begin to mingle strangely with a cacophonous jangling sound. The discordant symphony grows and swells as he moves toward a cloaked and hooded figure; this spectre’s skeletal hands operate a dilapidated barrel organ that stands at a crossroads in the midway. As they come together, the music hits a nightmarish crescendo; your heart heaves with longings unfulfilled, your vision swims, and your head is filled with whispered incantations and gallows secrets. In that instant, you suddenly understand the profundity of deals made in Heaven and Hell, and the price of desire.
Almond milk, sarsaparilla, tobacco smoke, High John the Conqueror root, coconut hull, black patchouli and white pine bark.
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Umbra – Resurrected Perfume Oil
Out of StockThe deepest, darkest point in a shadow; the area contained within the shadow of an eclipse. East African black patchouli, cedarwood, vetiver and a dribble of cinnamon.
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