A Boy and His Zombie Perfume OilAdd to cart
Jonas grinned, but his playmate’s grin was wider.
Zombie-green lime hard candies with a glob of marshmallow white matter and a splat of cherry viscera.
A Little Silver Scimitar Perfume OilAdd to cart
Foamy orris and ambergris accord pierced by a sliver of white fir needle, moonflower, and cypress.
A Melancholy of Goths Perfume OilAdd to cart
Comparing agonies, their amused voices rose and fell like a fluttering veil.
Clove smoke, champaca incense, plum velvet, and hairspray.
A Timid Twinkling Golden Star Perfume OilAdd to cart
Tuberose and sweet amber.
All of Their Heads Fell Off Perfume OilAdd to cart
So there’s a guy living in a little place that’s in the desert
And then there’s many, many, many, many, many different bodies
And then all of them, all of their heads fall off
all of their heads fall off
all of their heads fall off
And then, they start going to his house and tearing open the windows and breaking the house and eating the guy.
Oozing cactus flesh, creosote, dusty boards, and gruesome globs of blood musk.
Original story by A.S.H.
Art by John Herndon
An Autumn Stroll for a Pumpkin Man Perfume OilAdd to cart
It had cost so much to come this far; there was no turning back now.
Russet dried maple leaves crunching around a jack o’lantern splashed with bay rum, curling with cigar smoke.
Autumn Fougere Hair GlossAdd to cart
A campfire cologne with a cluster of musk-sweet leaves and a hint of leather.
Batty Cathedral Perfume OilAdd to cart
Leathery wings flapping through billows of incense smoke.
Batty Hunger Perfume OilAdd to cart
Black narcissus, orange blossoms, vanilla bourbon, red leather, and red musk.
Batty Lace Perfume OilAdd to cart
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.
Batty Maiden Perfume OilAdd to cart
White tea, black carnation, Damask rose, indigo musk, and leather.
Batty Perversion Perfume OilAdd to cart
Spiced rum, tobacco absolute and leather, caramelized tonka, chardonnay, and black musk.
Batty Snake Oil Perfume OilAdd to cart
Deep, rich, earthy notes swirled with vegetal musks, sugared vanilla bean, brown leather, and dark spices.
Belladonna Berries and Mandrake Root Perfume OilAdd to cart
Bonfire Toffee Perfume OilAdd to cart
Our spin on a traditional Guy Fawkes Night treat: treacle toffee soaked in rich, dark bourbon.
Bringer of Evil Perfume OilAdd to cart
In one case a blue butterfly was seen to flutter over a certain farm, and as affairs there had not been going at all well, it was looked upon with dread and suspicion as the bringer of evil. For three weeks the insect hovered about and during that period ‘no butter came.’ Then the farmer decided to take steps to break the enchantment. Armed with a wet towel he sallied forth to chase the alleged familiar and, cleverly flapping his cloth, he brought down the butterfly at a swoop. Precisely at that moment a woman, who was suspected of being a witch, was found lying dead outside the door of her house close by, and after the double event there was no further trouble with the churning.
A foreboding tremble of poppy leaf, cerulean musk, violet grapefruit, mimosa, orris butter, and benzoin.
Butterscotch and Gummy Candy Witch Perfume OilAdd to cart
She blinked but remained silent, clouding the glass with her sticky breath.
Butterscotch brittle, burnt coffee beans, and sour apple gummies.
Congealed Blood and Oozing Viscera Perfume OilAdd to cart
Dead Leaves, Balsam, and Green Musk Perfume OilAdd to cart
Dead Leaves, Black Cherry, and Incense Tar Perfume OilAdd to cart
Dead Leaves, Chocolate, and Toasted Hazelnut Perfume OilAdd to cart
Dead Leaves, Marshmallow, and Frankincense Perfume OilAdd to cart
Dead Leaves, Paper, and Smoke Perfume OilAdd to cart
Dead Leaves, Pomegranate, and Agarwood Perfume OilAdd to cart
Dead Leaves, Prune, and Patchouli Perfume OilAdd to cart
Dead Leaves, Shortbread, and Crystallized Ginger Perfume OilAdd to cart
Dead Leaves, Sweetgrass, and Pine Needles Perfume OilAdd to cart
Dead Leaves, White Sandalwood, and White Moss Perfume OilAdd to cart
Dia de los Muertos Perfume OilAdd to cart
A joyous celebration of La Catarina, La Flaca, La Muerte… Glorious, Beautiful Death. In Mexico, death is not something to be feared or hated; She is embraced, loved, and adored. La Muerte is fêted, as the celebrant “…chases after it, mocks it, courts it, hugs it, sleeps with it; it is his favorite plaything and his most lasting love.”
This is a Mexican paean to La Huesuda: dry, crackling leaves, the incense smoke of altars honoring Death and the Dead, funeral bouquets, the candies, chocolates, foods and tobacco of the ofrenda, amaranth, sweet cactus blossom and desert cereus.
Don’t Play Fetch with a Teenage Werewolf Perfume OilAdd to cart
An object landed at his feet with a thump. It was not the one he had thrown.
Honey biscuits, warm auburn fur, and a squished chocolate nougat bar.
Dusk in Autumn 2023 Perfume OilAdd to cart
Black tea, currant cake, mandrake root, a whirl of dried leaves, and hearthsmoke.
Elimanzer Perfume OilAdd to cart
Another woman suspected of witchcraft was Helen Clark who confessed on April 11th that the devil had appeared to her in the likeness of a white dog, and that she called her familiar Elimanzer and that she fed him with milk-pottage and that he spoke to her audibly and bade her deny Christ.
Strangely sinister frumenty: oatmeal, heavy cream, butter, salt, and a whiff of brimstone.
Elizabeth’s Imps Perfume OilAdd to cart
Coming later into his own yard, the informant saw a black thing proportioned like a cat, only that it was thrice as big, sitting on a strawberry bed and fixing its luminous eyes on him. But when he ran towards it, it suddenly leaped over the palings and ran towards the informant as he thought, but instead, it fled through the yard with his greyhound in hot pursuit after it to a great gate which was ‘underset with a pair of tumbrell strings,’ and it did throw the said gate wide open and then vanished. And the said greyhound returned to the informant shaking and trembling exceedingly.
Sterne gave evidence on the same day, and much to the same effect, but said that the white imp was like a cat but not so big, and when he asked Elizabeth whether she was not afraid of her imps she answered, “What! Do you think I am afraid of my children?” and she called the imp Jarmara as having red spots, and spoke of two more called Sack and Sugar. Four other witnesses confirmed the story practically in its entirety.
Elizabeth Clarke herself gave evidence of them, and said Anne West had sent her a ‘thing like a little kitlyn,’ which would obtain food for her. Two or three nights after this promise, a white thing came to her in the night, and the night after a grey one spoke to her and said it would do her no hurt and would help her to get a husband.
A promise in the shadows: black molasses, cinnamon bark, and glowing amber.
Fig, Autumn Amber, and Tobacco Atmosphere & Linen SprayAdd to cart
Sweet and smokey.
Ghost Milk Perfume OilAdd to cart
Goat’s milk, marshmallow, vanilla cashmere, honey dust, and white chocolate.
Grave Moss and Bone Splinters Perfume OilAdd to cart
Halfway to Halloween Perfume OilAdd to cart
These, she knew, were inappropriate thoughts to have in the springtime.
Sweet fig and golden almond with buttery amber and a flutter of autumn leaves.
Halloween Cat Perfume OilAdd to cart
The tail lashed furiously, contradicting the cheerfulness of its smile.
Cacao and coconut husk dusted on shining black fur, illuminated by electric green mandarin and raw amber.
Hand-Knitted Witch Gloves Perfume OilAdd to cart
We are gradually adjusting to the fact that in some places, it’s actually cold on Halloween! Wooly and witchy, fuzzy and scuzzy, long green fingers tipped with ruby-red nails: raw wool, sweet oakmoss, and cranberry brandy.
Hard Candy Bath OilAdd to cart
Release your cares into a warm, soothing bath of liquefied hard candies.
Headless Perfume OilAdd to cart
To the extent that it still had a mind, or a face, both glowed with an unholy menace.
Black leather and brimstone alight with red peppercorn and blood amber.
Invisible Man Milk Perfume OilAdd to cart
Sheer musk and an exhale of evaporated milk.
Is He, You Know Perfume OilAdd to cart
Fellas, 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 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!
Sweet 13-year aged patchouli, peru balsam, white oakmoss, French lavender, spikenard, bourbon vanilla, and sugar cane.
Art by Drew Rausch
It Jittered Out of the Woods Perfume OilAdd to cart
It had done (perhaps too well) exactly what it was made to do.
Corn husks and freshly uprooted gourds in a rustle of twigs, dead oak leaves, and a faint whiff of myrrh.
Lady of Saintonge Perfume OilAdd to cart
Another story in which the human being suffers from the wound inflicted on the wer-wolf concerns a fine lady of Saintonge, who used to wander at night in the forests in the shape of a wolf. One day she caught her paw in a trap set by the hunters. This put an end to her nocturnal wanderings, and afterwards she had to keep a glove on the hand that had been trapped, to conceal the mutilation of two of her fingers.
Perfumed black silk encasing a mangled, blood-spattered talon of white sandalwood, ivory accord, and inky fur.
Make a Face Perfume OilAdd to cart
What was the harm in trying? Everything would go back to normal by morning.
A surrealist swirl of ethereal yellow bergamot, white pomegranate rind, lemon peel, and white musk.
Man With a Haunted House for a Head Perfume OilAdd to cart
Peering out through the sagging shutters, he waited for guests to arrive.
Creaking oak floorboards coated in dust. A trembling sandalwood spiderweb writhes with long-buried memories.
Maple Leaves, Golden Moss, and Amber Hair GlossAdd to cart
Musky-sweet and glowing with autumn’s first sunsets.
Mummy Milk Perfume OilAdd to cart
Condensed milk wrapped in coconut shavings and tea-stained linen with a hint of bitumen, myrrh, and embalming resins.
October Bonfire Atmosphere & Linen SprayAdd to cart
Burning leaves and smoldering applewood.
October Perfume OilAdd to cart
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.
– William Cullen Bryant
Dry, cold autumn wind. A rustle of red leaves, a touch of smoke and sap in the air.
Palo Santo and Patchouli Hair GlossAdd to cart
With a curl of woodsmoke.
Pumpkin Buttercream Hair GlossAdd to cart
Pumpkin puree whipped into thick folds of buttercream.
Pumpkin Gas Can Perfume OilAdd to cart
Positively incendiary: scorched pumpkin rind and petrol.
Pumpkin Incense Atmosphere & Linen SprayAdd to cart
A caramelized pumpkin kyphi.
Pumpkin Latte Perfume OilAdd to cart
Espresso, pumpkin syrup, smoky vanilla bean, milk, raw sugar, and a dash of cinnamon and nutmeg.
Pumpkin Spice Absinthe Perfume OilAdd to cart
A recurring fave at the BPAL cantina. No, you’re not hallucinating: this pairing smells divine!
Pumpkin Spice Champagne Perfume OilAdd to cart
The bubbles from this calabaza go straight to your cabeza.
Pumpkin Spice Cranberry Vodka Perfume OilAdd to cart
Fun fact: they call this time of year “Fall” because of the difficulty of staying on your barstool after a few of these.
Pumpkin Spice Dark ‘N’ Stormy Perfume OilAdd to cart
In a mood? Pour one of these over it: extra spicy rum fizzed up with ginger beer and garnished with a lime wedge.
Pumpkin Spice Espresso Martini Perfume OilAdd to cart
A triple shot with extra drizzle to keep you vamping till the sun comes up.
Pumpkin Spice Everything Perfume OilAdd to cart
Literally everything. Pumpkin spice it all. A rich blend of traditional spices: cinnamon, cardamom, allspice, and clove.
Pumpkin Spice Hot Buttered Rum Perfume OilAdd to cart
Time to get cozy next to a crackling fire and let the season enfold you in its spicy, buttery arms.
Please note: this scent, as well as the rest of the scents in this series, is vegan. No butters were buttered in the making of this perfume.
Pumpkin Spice Margarita Perfume OilAdd to cart
You might regret this in the morning, but tonight is all about living in the moment! Served in a salt-rimmed gourd.
Pumpkin Spice Piña Colada Perfume OilAdd to cart
You’ll just have to trust the bartender on this one! An extra loco coco to encourage beach goths to attempt some moonlight skinny-dipping.
Samhain Hair GlossAdd to cart
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.
Samhain Perfume OilAdd to cart
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.
Skelemingo Perfume OilAdd to cart
Increasingly common to North America as various decorative customs have been blown off-course by year-round Halloween revelry.
Pink grapefruit and black licorice.
Sleepy Bat Perfume OilAdd to cart
An ode to the BPAL bat: lavender-dusted auburn fur, a drop of hops, Roman chamomile, hay absolute, ambrette seed, and sun-warmed leather.
Slumber Ghoul Perfume OilAdd to cart
The air in the room chilled, then soured. The children exchanged a glance, as if to say: It’s here.
Sleepy lavender bud, the memory of warm milk, a splinter of bone dust, and a clawful of upturned grave loam.
Snootier Bat Perfume OilAdd to cart
Now with more snoot. All the sugared incense you can shake a wing at with double the leather and a dollop of thick, inky black musk.
Snooty Bat Perfume OilAdd to cart
On Fridays, we wear black: sugared patchouli, nag champa, black leather, and clove.
Sugar Skull Perfume OilAdd to cart
Vibrant with the joy and sweetness of life in death! A blend of five sugars, lightly dusted with candied fruits.
The Corn Spirit Perfume OilAdd to cart
The Corn Spirit is supposed to take the form of a cat, and in some places in Germany children have been warned not to go into the corn-fields because ‘The cat sits there.’ In Silesia the reaper who cuts the last corn is called the ‘Tom-cat’ and is dressed up in rye-stalks, wearing a long plaited tail.
Rye stalks, corn husks, hay absolute, tilled soil, and German chamomile.
The Harvest Haunt Perfume OilAdd to cart
The ledger’s page for that year contained just one sentence, written over and over: ‘Every penny in, every penny out.’
A thick, viscous blackened pumpkin incense.
The Hound and the Milk-White Doe Perfume OilAdd to cart
The Lady Sybil of Bernshaw Tower, a fair maid of high rank but evil repute, turned into a white doe after making a strange compact with the devil. Rich, young, and beautiful, her desires were still unsatisfied and she longed for supernatural powers, so that she might take part in the witches’ Sabbath. At this time, Lord William of Hapton Tower (a member of the Townley family) was a suitor for Lady Sybil’s hand, but his proposals did not meet with her approval. In despair, he decided to consult a famous Lancashire witch called Mother Helston, who promised him success on All Halloween. In accordance with her instructions he went hunting and at a short distance from the Eagle’s Crag, a milk-white doe started from behind the thicket, and he found it impossible to capture the animal. His hounds were wearied and he returned to the Crag, almost determined to give up the chase, when a strange hound joined his pack. Then a fresh start was made, and the strange hound, Mother Helston’s familiar, captured the white doe. That night an earthquake shook Hapton Tower to its foundations and in the morning the white doe appeared as the fair Lady Sybil, who had been fleeing from her suitor in animal shape. Thus Lord William married the heiress of Bernshaw Tower, but a year later she renewed her diabolical practices and not until she lay near death was it possible for Lord William to have the devil’s bond cancelled, which he did by enlisting the holy offices of a neighboring priest. After her death Bernshaw Tower was deserted and tradition says that on All Halloween, the hound and the milk-white doe meet on the Eagle’s Crag, where Lady Sybil lies buried, and are pursued by a spectre huntsman in full chase.
Graceful, regal, elegant, and cursed: golden sandalwood and liquidambar, cardamom, coconut milk, jasmine sambac, white petal rosewater, and labdanum.
The Witches Have a Fire Again Perfume OilAdd to cart
Smoldering spiced oak boughs and pine pitch crackling with golden sap.
Things are Fine Perfume OilAdd to cart
As they are,
Things are fine,
Sweeping fallen leaves.
Label artwork: Sakai Hoitsu
The blissful contentment of committing to exist in the moment: white sandalwood smoke, hinoki, white tea, and falling leaves.
Vampire Milk Perfume OilAdd to cart
A creamy coagulation of clove bud and goat’s milk.
Vintage Dracula Blow Mold Perfume OilAdd to cart
Lustrous maraschino cherry fangs illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.
Vintage Frankenstein Blow Mold Perfume OilAdd to cart
A shell of milky plastic surrounding a puff of mint chocolate chip-scented air, illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.
Vintage Ghost Blow Mold Perfume OilAdd to cart
Milky-white plastic and a hollow gasp of candy-corn breath, illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.
Vintage Witch Blow Mold Perfume OilAdd to cart
A plastic cauldron filled with green tea-infused white chocolate, illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.
Wayfaring Stranger Perfume OilAdd to cart
Traveling on foot was always a gamble; according to locals, this crossroads was a sure bet.
An offering of footstep dust and rusted keys, raw tobacco and whiskey, coconut shells and candle wax.
Witch in the Woods Perfume OilAdd to cart
The incantation had worked: suddenly there were holes of light punched in the darkness all around them.
A tangle of blackthorn, mandrake root, and myrrh scratching through cypress boughs, blackberry resin, and incense smoke.
Witch Milk Perfume OilAdd to cart
Honey-infused goat milk, incense smoke, yew boughs, black pepper, mandrake root, ambrette seed, red currant, kitchen herbs, and fly agaric accord.
Witch-Birds Perfume OilAdd to cart
In Sweden tradition says that sorcerers on Walpurgis night ride to Blocula and there turn into magpies. A lady at Carlstadt in that country was haunted by witch-birds in a very unpleasant manner. Having insulted a Finn woman who had begged food of her she told her to take a magpie that was hanging in a cage and eat it if she was hungry. The Finn cast an ‘evil eye’ on the lady for this insult but took the bird away with her. Some time after the Swedish lady noticed that whenever she went out a magpie came hopping in front of her. This happened for some days running, and then the magpie was joined by a companion bird, and presently by a number. The lady began to get frightened, but the more she tried to get rid of these strange companions the more numerous they became. They perched on her shoulders, tugged at her dress, and pecked at her ankles. In despair she shut herself up indoors, but they remained outside, and as soon as the door was open in they hopped. At last she went to bed and had the shutters closed, and the magpies kept on tapping outside till she died.
Blinding-white mallow and vanilla sandalwood streaked with indigo opium pod accord, velvet black violet petals, wild plum, and opoponax.
Witches’ Currant Cake Perfume OilAdd to cart
Red currant and rosewater gooseberry cake with a sugar-dusted gingerbread crumble topping.
Witches’ Tea Perfume OilAdd to cart
Blackberry thorn tea.
Wolf Milk Perfume OilAdd to cart
Crunchy leaves, well-worn black leather, cardamom pod, moonlit yellow bergamot, woodmoss, molasses, and buttermilk.
Zombie Milk Perfume OilAdd to cart
Grave-dry rice milk, black moss, hemp fibers, bone-white sandalwood and orris root, and bog osmanthus.