PHOENIX STEAMWORKS
& RESEARCH FACILITY
Vulgar silver and gold are dead,
while those of the Philosophers are full of life.
Illustrations by the phenomenal Mlle. Julie Dillon.
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
$6.25 – $25.00
Golden goggles fitted with zinc and copper plates dangle heavily by their leather straps from a hook mounted to the wall. Its crystal lenses are effulgent with residual electric energy.
Metallic notes with Indian musk, tobacco flower, and African balsam.
PHOENIX STEAMWORKS
& RESEARCH FACILITY
Vulgar silver and gold are dead,
while those of the Philosophers are full of life.
Illustrations by the phenomenal Mlle. Julie Dillon.
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial.
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From livid skies that, without end,
As stormy as your future roll,
What thoughts into your empty soul
(Answer me, libertine!) descend?
– Insatiable yet for all
That turns on darkness, doom, or dice,
I’ll not, like Ovid, mourn my fall,
Chased from the Latin paradise.
Skies, torn like seacoasts by the storm!
In you I see my pride take form,
And the huge clouds that rush in streams
Are the black hearses of my dreams,
And your red rays reflect the hell,
In which my heart is pleased to dwell.
The perfume of a hellbound soul, gleefully lost to iniquity: blood musk, golden honey, thick black wine, champagne grapes, tobacco flower, plum blossom, tonka bean, oakmoss, carnation, benzoin, opoponax, and sugar cane.
Smoldering coals heat the device from below, and steam hisses through two curved pipes, rotating the shining brass sphere.
Glowing amber and citrus, labdanum, verbena, cedar, and oud.
Strong as death, and cruel as the grave,
Clothed with cloud and tempest’s blackening breath,
Known of death’s dread self, whom none outbrave,
Strong as death,
Love, brow-bound with anguish for a wreath,
Fierce with pain, a tyrant-hearted slave,
Burns above a world that groans beneath.
Hath not pity power on thee to save,
Love? hath power no pity? Nought he saith,
Answering: blind he walks as wind or wave,
Strong as death.
Unloving love: benzoin, Indian musk, massoia bark, myrrh, ambrette seed, galbanum, bergamot, and fir.
Sharp tobacco flower and white cognac, a thin layer of smoke, and dusty black pepper pierced by the amber of her eyes.
Rebecca –
Galvanic Goggles starts out “cologney” on me. I have learned to tolerate that and wait for the beautiful drydown. I get more tobacco and musk than metal at first, and the metallic notes gradually emerge over time.
I have very positive emotional associations with metal lubricants as something my father used in his woodshop when I was growing up, so that adds to the pleasure of this scent for me. It’s more masculine than I typically wear, but in certain moods it would be golden. I am a fan.
Adam –
This scent is flowery right off the bat, but it transitions smoothly into the metallic and musky notes. The flower and metal notes give the musk and balsam a very rich and clean feeling. Depending on your skin and how it reacts to floral notes, this scent might seem a bit “chemical”, but the deeper notes balance it out.
If I let this sit for a few hours, I like this one, but that’s my personal bias against floral notes – the metallic balsam and musk is really where it’s at for me. If you’re a woman who likes florals with a musky, woody backing, this one is for you. If you’re a man who likes cleaner scents and doesn’t mind a bit of flower after some wear, this one is for you.