Castitas Bath Oil 8ozOut of Stock
If you got an in-stock notice, I apologize, that was a mistake – Brian
Rice flower, vanilla, and cream.
Chastity – the most unnatural of all the sexual perversions. — Aldous Huxley
Libidinous Encounter During the Rice Harvest Perfume OilOut of Stock
Rice milk, rice flower, fossilized amber, champaca, and frangipani.
Lola Lee Loo Perfume OilOut of Stock
It’s been a very rough year for one of the BPAL family pups, Lola. Lola is the sweet baby of Jacquelynn, BPAL’s beloved general manager.
Lola was diagnosed with diabetes just after her 13th birthday, which was on February 1st. In Jacquelynn’s own words:
“She had been going to the vet every two weeks for glucose curves trying to find the right amount of insulin (I was super scared not knowing what to expect), but we found the right dosage finally. In the middle of that we had an acute pancreatitis flare up (we’ve been dealing with those since she was 5. . . no high-fat foods for her!), but with the diabetes it was more complicated food-wise. But she didn’t get better, and I thought that was the end. Lola would look through me. I slept on the hardwood floor with her for 3 days just in case she passed away while I was sleeping. That’s when my friend recommended an acupuncturist that brought her dog back to life with a new diet, acupuncture, & herbs. Now I make all her food from scratch. Which is hilarious because I don’t cook, not even for myself! The day before 4th of July as we walked into BPAL Lola crashed into Ted’s dog, Zoe, in the front room. I didn’t think anything of it because Zoe matches the hardwood, but that night she ran into me full force & all of 4th of July weekend she was walking into walls at my Mom’s house. She even fell into the pool. We went back to the vet to see and he said her blue eye has no vision and her brown has some. I’ve been trying to see how things go with her being blind. It’s definitely heart breaking to see her independence striped away from her in an instant. She hasn’t given up, but she has days of weird constant circles in the backyard & full force wall head butts. We have a list of specialists we need to see now in order to make her life more comfortable.”
Proceeds from the sale of this scent will help offset Lola’s medical bills. Please help us help one of our own. The name is a play off of Gertrude McFuzz’s foil – the fancy young birdie, Lolla-Lee-Lou – and has been a nickname we’ve used for Lola since forever.
To contribute directly to Lola’s GoFundMe, click here.
Toasted vanilla cream, smoky white fig, rice flower, and a drop of clove and patchouli.
Molly Grue Perfume OilAdd to cart
Molly said something strange then, for a woman who never slept a night through without waking many times to see if the unicorn was still there, and whose dreams were all of golden bridles and gentle young thieves. “It’s the princesses who have no time,” she said. “The sky spins and drags everything along with it, princesses and magicians and poor Cully and all, but you stand still. You never see anything just once. I wish you could be a princess for a little while, or a flower, or a duck. Something that can’t wait.”
She sang a verse of a doleful, limping song, halting after each line as she tried to recall the next.
‘Who has choices need not choose.
We must, who have none.
We can love but what we lose –
What is gone is gone.’
Schmendrick peered over the unicorn’s back into Molly’s territory. “Where did you hear that song?” he demanded. It was the first he had spoken to her since the dawn when she joined the journey. Molly shook her head.
“I don’t remember. I’ve known it a long time.”
The land had grown leaner day by day as they traveled on, and the faces of the folk they met had grown bitter with the brown grass; but to the unicorn’s eyes Molly was becoming a softer country, full of pools and caves, where old flowers came burning out of the ground. Under the dirt and indifference, she appeared only thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old – no older than Schmendrick, surely, despite the magician’s birthdayless face. Her rough hair bloomed, her skin quickened, and her voice was nearly as gentle to all things as it was when she spoke to the unicorn. The eyes would never be joyous, any more than they could ever turn green or blue, but they too had wakened in the earth. She walked eagerly into King Haggard’s realm on bare, blistered feet, and she sang often.
An angry little beetle with her own kitchen beauty: fig, sesame, hazelnut, and cooking spices softened by rice flower.
Plunging Into The Hellmouth Perfume OilOut of Stock
Sweet pea, plumeria, peonies, rice flower, and pink pepper.