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
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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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The unicorn began to walk toward the harpy’s cage. Schmendrick the Magician, tiny and pale, kept opening and closing his mouth at her, and she knew what he was shrieking, though she could not hear him. “She will kill you, she will kill you! Run, you fool, while she’s still a prisoner! She will kill you if you set her free!” But the unicorn walked on, following the light of her horn, until she stood before Celaeno, the Dark One.
For an instant the icy wings hung silent in the air, like clouds, and the harpy’s old yellow eyes sank into the unicorn’s heart and drew her close. “I will kill you if you set me free,” the eyes said. “Set me free.”
The unicorn lowered her head until her horn touched the lock of the harpy’s cage. The door did not swing open, and the iron bars did not thaw into starlight. But the harpy lifted her wings, and the four sides of the cage fell slowly away and down, like the petals of some great flower waking at night. And out of the wreckage the harpy bloomed, terrible and free, screaming, her hair swinging like a sword. The moon withered and fled.
The unicorn heard herself cry out, not in terror but in wonder, “Oh, you are like me!” She reared joyously to meet the harpy’s stoop, and her horn leaped up into the wicked wind. The harpy struck once, missed, and swung away, her wings clanging and her breath warm and stinking. She burned overhead, and the unicorn saw herself reflected on the harpy’s bronze breast and felt the monster shining from her own body. So they circled one another like a double star, and under the shrunken sky there was nothing real but the two of them. The harpy laughed with delight, and her eyes turned the color of honey. The unicorn knew that she was going to strike again.
Clanging metal, smouldering hatred, and terror: vetiver, myrrh, patchouli, tolu balsam, black clove, bergamot, orange flower, and horseradish.
O transient voyager of heaven!
O silent sign of winter skies!
What adverse wind thy sail has driven
To dungeons where a prisoner lies?
Methinks the hands that shut the sun
So sternly from this mourning brow
Might still their rebel task have done
And checked a thing so frail as thou
They would have done it had they known
The talisman that dwelt in thee,
For all the suns that ever shone
Have never been so kind to me!
For many a week, and many a day
My heart was weighed with sinking gloom
When morning rose in mourning grey
And faintly lit my prison room
But angel like, when I awoke,
Thy silvery form so soft and fair
Shining through darkness, sweetly spoke
Of cloudy skies and mountains bare
The dearest to a mountaineer
Who, all life long has loved the snow
That crowned her native summits drear,
Better, than greenest plains below –
And voiceless, soulless messenger
Thy presence waked a thrilling tone
That comforts me while thou art here
And will sustain when thou art gone
– Emily Brontë
Morning rising in mourning grey: tobacco flower, white oud, lavender bud, and ambergris accord.
Infernal red musk, sweet aged patchouli root, clove bud, saffron crocus, red champaca blossom, tobacco flower, and hemp.
Inspired by the character GRENDEL-PRIME.
A heavy-metal cyborg, created by the Grendel-Khan to act as a paladin protector for his only son and heir, an unstoppable killing machine.
Gleaming metal and black leather over a khus-darkened bay rum.
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.