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:::LOUP GAROU::: Wow, this one is SCARY! Indeed, it is easy to picture just how the formula for Loup Garou was developed to represent the predatory biped that terrorized entire villages and caused the most stout-hearted of folk who entered the forest by night to tremble in unholy dread with the thought of being rent asunder by tooth, claw and supernatural, brute force and cruelty. Loup Garou definitely has the smell that insinuated something large and wiry-haired that has just come crashing through the foliage to spell out your doom in dripping red letters. It is all here; Pine, Spruce, Eucalyptus, and... Is that Ginger? Galangal? Cypress? Loup Garou is a bold and wicked green; so dark, that it verges on black. lt is difficult to tell whether there is actually an animal musk in this or the title of the fragrance that lends an uncanny power of suggestion...Much the same can be said for the prospect of Vetiver; The territorial marking of the trees and whatnot. It is effortless to associate Loup Garou with the heraldry of lycanthropy. Wild, sexual, unisex. Brutal prowess. Enjoy!

:::NOCNITSA::: This is a magnificent fragrance!The lore behind Nocnitsa isn't one that is familiar, and the elements that combine to make this fragrance are elusive. Nocnitsa could be classified as a green scent. While there is a definite coniferous feel to this, there are also notes that seem to flit betwixt jonquil, say, or perhaps, sweet pipe-tobacco... There is also a hint of what might be an underlying layer of a stonefruit; Peach, Plum, Apricot, or cherry... No? Oh, fiddle-dee-dee! At any rate, Nocnitsa is a strangely beautiful fragrance; a holiday on Mars. Freshly applied to the skin, Nocnitsa's floral component amps... Battery powered boquet! The fragrance is chilly sap, nectar, blooms and chlorophyll mixed with a bone crunching bite and malicious intent. Though either sex could prosper from the impression made from wearing Nocnitsa, this is intricately engineered to make boys go gaga for girls. Hot!

:::HEMLOCK::: Having never had the opportunity to actually experience Socrates' last cocktail in person, it is difficult to gauge whether Hemlock is an accurate representation of the infamous herb (a teacher once said that Hemlock smells like an infestation of mice? O_o). Hemlock IS violently, eye-wateringly, sinus-shriveling green in it's scent... A wee bit of this goes a LONG way! The color of the oil is a delightful aquamarine sort of light-green. Hemlock is remniscent of some very assertive greenery right out of the Imp; Spruce, Pine, Eucalyptus, Wintergreen, Lime rind... Yet, certainly it is it's very own scent. Hemlock could be an industrial degreaser or a clinical-strength disinfectant...While this is a very clean and enjoyable scent, it is kind of difficult to imagine a cosmetic application where it would be... Appropriate. Perhaps in a ritual? A room scent? Insect repellant? No disservice to Hemlock is intended here, it simply would serve as a small additive to other notes as a proper perfume, per se. Brilliant and bold!

::: BLACK ANNIS::: Though the Lab's retelling of the origins of Black Annis fills the mind to overflowing with despair and disquiet, the fragrance itsself really is more than a little lovely. From the Imp, there seems to be mostly a wooded smell... A thick and formidable clutch of evergreen. There is almost certainly Licorice or Anise in this as well... A note that goes with dang near anything! On the skin: Wow! What the Hades is THAT?The Lab's notes aren't handy at the moment, but the latest addition to this boquet could be Wine, Fruit, or even Leather O_o. ( Lab Notes reference: Vetiver? Really? Invisible here... Lichen? okeedoke... Loving this!) Black Annis is actually quite gorgeous! This evokes a cup of tea enjoyed on a crisp morning during a stay at a heavily wooded cottage while wearing a leather overcoat... Nice! Black Annis is black, blue & burgundy. This is the fragrance of a self-sufficient sybarite who prefers an air of mystique and seclusion. Black Annis is wonderfully unisex... Smug and polished on Him, deliciously al dente on Her... Black Annis is an amazing feat!

:::GOBLIN::: Initially, the idea that Patchouli and "Toasted Coconut" were likely to be paired together and result in anything other than an aromatic travesty was, at best, laughable by reason of convention...In reality, Goblin has proven to be a manic, quixotic, twistoid of a humdinger of a fragrance!Sweet with naughty, dirty undertones, Goblin whisks one off to a place of slapstick and silliness... Here is the buttered kitchen floor where the telephone is frantically ringing. Here is the confetti stuffed into the car's air conditioning vents at 5:00a.m. Here is the cellophaned toilet bowl, the itching-powder, and the little paper envelope of, "Rattlesnake Eggs". Goblin is a rich, brown pefume; equal parts haute tanning oil and perverted hippie. This stuff would well suit the "Aint Right" proclivities of Him or Her. It only gets worse on the skin. Wear this with a Whiplash-Smile on your next night out... You won't be disappointed. Bring it!

:::TROLL::: This one's got all of the character that could be expected from dwelling within the heart of a mountain or, perhaps, loitering about beneath bridges and demanding a toll from all who wish to cross. This is a fearless, tenacious, craggy-faced, diamond-munching menacer of the cuddlier woodsmen. In fact, Troll smells as though he's recently snacked on a number of these woodsmen, their tools, pet cats, and newly soggy britches. There are essences (seemingly) of pine-pitch, Eucalyptol, Vetiver and bitter clove. This is a fragrance to be reckoned with! On the skin, Troll greens up some, as though belching up a wee bit of sap before lumbering off for a spot of napping amongst the bats and the stalagmites. This is an enormous and greasy, verdant scent. This would go well off for a lad looking to make an impression as a tough or a scamp. On a lady, this would wear as comfortably and naturally as your average beard... Hmmmmmm, wonder what Terry Pratchett would have to say about this one?

:::VOODOO::: Voodoo came as a bit of a surprise. Opening the Imp revealed a sweet, almost creamy perfume with the slightest hint of humid blooms on the verge of decomposing and returning to the organic, soupy matrix that is the swamp. Upon applying it to the skin, however, the character changed ENTIRELY. This gigantic wooden smell came roaring out of the pulse points hinting more at a carved statue than a potion or a doll. Too bad there was none of the Lab's blood in this. Voodoo is very... nice, not as sinister as hoped. This would accentuate a collegiate casual look. A blonde, well scrubbed essence. Rosy-cheeked and bright eyed. Rustic. Iron-grey and pine-green. Classic and somber.

:::ZOMBI::: This fragrance oil is just plain rad. Although Zombie-chic is conspicuously in vogue, and ZombieLand was a spectacular movie, THIS stuff is easily associated with what someone might particularly expect with Zombies in the more traditional or classic sense. This is the mountainous heap of blood-red roses adorning the marble archway of the mausoleum...This is the moss-covered inscription, the mouldering lapels, the dusty corset, the bewebbed kiss. This isn't the hyper-color, hi-speed, splatter-craft of modern day legacy... THIS is the eerie, heart-pounding, skeltal-treed, thunderclap of timeless, gothic horror. The Rose in this oil is HUMUNGARGANTUAN!!! The moss here complements perfectly, adding just the right degree of tangy sharpness to give this an almost metallic resonance. On the skin, Zombii is much the same, only bigger; filling the room with a presence seemingly from beyond. A diabolically yummy fragrance for him OR her. BPAL has done it yet again.

:::DRACUL::: *Bats eyelashes* This stuff is superb. Dracul is the essence of all that is deliciously creepy in Eastern European lore. This is where the mythos of Europe meets the Dragons and the mysticism of the Orient. The most apparent notes, initially, are the Fir, the orange blossom, and the crushed mint...It is easy to imagine a noble or a warrior of a forested, mountainous, superstitious community annointing themselves with this wonderful fragrance with the purpose of empowering themselves to overcome opposition and assert a position of supreme and ruthless power... Skinside, this takes on a bigger, brighter, bolder life... This is brilliant! This isn't the worrisome grin and the flapping cape, this is the unexpected surprise. This is the tactical ingenuity, the unbridled violence and the exotic wildness that seduced the civilized world and reserved mannerisms of romanticised and idealized London! The subtlest trace of the scorched cumin is there, but it wasn't at all expected to accentuate and compliment the rest of the formula as well as it did. What really popped, though, was the Balsam. Having not been very familiar with the Lab's version of the note and not having come across it any of the other formulas tried to date, there was little to no confidence that it would be at all identifiable. Once it started to display its' regalia, though a memory swam to the surface... FLEXX Balsam & Protein shampoo (this is only meant as a high compliment from this perspective as it used to be a favourite before it disappeared from the shelves of local supermarkets). Dracul is utterly fantastic! It has a good throw and, though a small amount was applied for a trial basis, it was still readily identifiable on pulse point the following morning. Dracul is a beautiful psychosis. Spectrally, Dracul is Crimson, Purple, Tangerine & Gold. Dracul is decidedly masculine, yet would lend an unsettling quality of intrigue for Her.

:::No. 93 Engine::: The fragrance that is No. 93 Engine is really and truly a bonafide masterpiece. By removing any sense of wonder and suspending the fun of free-association, one can, of course, detect much of the notes represented within; most noteably, the Honey, Sage, Frankinsence, Evergreenery and Benzoin. No. 93 Engine is an intoxicating swoon of an experience, somehow contained in a teensy-weensy 5 ml. bottle. Upon first unscrewing the top all conventional associations vanish... It's like visiting a faraway planet governed by hyperintelligent, robotic bees. Their palace being an insanely convoluted honeycomb of Gold and Brass. The spice of their incense fills the cavernous cells and sets the tone for a decadent feasting. Just when belief that this couldn't possibly get any better was accepted, a drop was applied to the skin and there was actually a sense of terror at the beauty that is No. 93 Engine... The spiciness explodes! This is majestic! This is like being there to witness the birth of the of the universe!!!This is a whirling galaxy, packed with inconceivable beauty and intelligence. This is a rite of deification. This is blissed out mind expansion... There is something in this, just outside peripheral perception that is almost, yet not quite familiar... In the medicine cabinet or shaving kit and grandma and grandpa's house... Something close by the Cameo-topped bottles and the Badger-bristled shave brushes. A man or woman could wear this fragrance with equally unsettling effect... This stuff is magically disorienting. A must have. Bow down, one and all, to the ingenuity of BPAL's Phoenix Steamworks line.

:::VIOLET RAY::: This is hypnotically good! Having actually had the good fortune to smell a number of passiflora this past summer, the note in the Imp of Violet Ray was immediately noticeable.... Oh, wait...That's Ylang-ylang, isn't it? Shucks and heck. Violet happens to be one of the fragrances that, while obviously floral, melds well enough with other notes to have the capacity for being quite masculine; thus, this journey was embarked upon with more than a modicum of hope. In the Imp Violet Ray is so potent that there could be Stargazer Lilies to bolster this formula's throw. There is also a creamy undertone that's difficult to place, and without the site's description handy, will have to be guessed at. Sandalwood... No? Open fire... On the skin this brightens and sweetens fantastically! Battery-powered fluorescent violets. The fragrance is similar to the taste of the Violet breath mints by Chowards. This is REALLY good. This COULD be unisex, yet doesn't quite have the stride to it that Saturnalia & Bluebeard do. Excelsior steampunk! The hits keep coming...

:::ROBOTIC SCARAB::: Plain and simple, there are just not ENOUGH good things to say about Robotic Scarab. While the vast majority of fragrances in the Steamworks line are fanbloodytastic, Robotic Scarab stands alone in the transcendental quality of it's impact and the vividity of it's presence... Robotic Scarab is, for lack of a better or lucid term, cinematic. At first sniff from the Imp, the eyes both close and flickering light fills the imagination; the imagery similar to that in, "The Golden Compass" or"Stardust". Oddly enough the, 'Best of You' video from the Foo Fighters also fits in o_0. Listening to some soundscape by The Orb or Tangerine Dream (Yanni possibly?) would be an acoustical match. The "Golden" fragrance is, frankly, extraordinary. How this was accomplished is a riddle at best. "Robotic" is PERFECT. There could be NO better description! Between the Golden notes and the "Lubricating Oils", it is quite difficult to envision anything else at all. Something that courting robots would wear... An eroticized C3PO. Robotic Scarab could exist in no other place than the Steamworks collection. Whilst recogniseable in an abstract sense, Robotic Scarab is the stuff that exists in an alternate dimension where the technologies of Tesla superceded the tinkerings of Edison, Ford, and Westinghouse...It represents a Planet Earth & it's atmosphere independent from petroleum and it's byproducts. Upon applying Robotic Scarab to the skin, the metallic element really, really POPS! An earthiness evolves with this fragrance, yet this is a CLEAN earthiness; as in Terra Cotta or Alabaster pottery.The Anise in this formula is sweet and subtle, remniscent of the Anise in a really good biscotti. Robotic Scarab is out of this world stupendous... It radiates a glorious and cosmic languor. The Robotic Scarab is a dazzling, reflective Gold... Without a doubt, this one makes the Top 5! Thank the Powers for BPAL!

This scent is fantabulous...This is dark, mysterious, exotic and forbidding. It would be something that would come as no surprise that it had to be snuck through customs and several men died under mysterious circumstances in their efforts to get it here. Allegorically speaking, Snake Oil was created when coconut oil, harvested from a grove of the most sacred palms, was stored in a dark Mahogany rum barrel with crushed Sugar Cane, Vanilla beans, a dusting of Cinnamon, Mace, a single peppercorn, and what seems to be either Mandarin peel or shavings from a Ginger root... The barrel was hidden in an incense factory for a number of years while a Holy War of sorts ensued, before being smuggled secretly to a hide out where, guarded by Illuminati, it aged divinely...Wow... Snake Oil hit the pulse points on the wrist and leapt into the room like dancing smoke. This is SO incredible! The woodiness amps, giving the whole effect an otherwordly gleam. For those who are fans of the Steamworks Research Facility, Snake Oil would pair RATHER well with Antikythera Mechanism. Snake Oil could be worn by a noticeable couple; while smelling similar enough to be inextricably linked, yet compellingly unique in their own way. Snake Oil is dark and spicy brown. It is sweet, sultry and wholly manificent... A briliant unisex fragrance capable of turning every head in the room. Bravo!

Libertine is delightfully wicked. This is the haughty, smirking, dashing sybarite; dusting of frock and arched of brow. Libertine possesses that bright, clean kiss of Chamomile that is indepensible when it comes to making a men's fragrance that commands attention and monopolizes the spirit of inquisitiveness in the room... The combination of Violet and rosewodd make this incredulously gorgeous! A woman could wear this scent, surely, and smell rather... Fetching. Libertine is ideally suited, however, for a man. On the skin, Libertine sweetens and sharpens simultaneously. What a twitching, lickable fragrance! Libertine says, "you're welcome" to an aspiring sycophant whilst enjoying the unspeakably pleasurable things they are doing for and to you... Libertine is black, blue, purple, and gold. It is the giggling into the glass of whine you really can't afford; the ludicrously gaudy confection. Guys? Wear this when you're bored, but still want to wow. This one's a fave; effortlessly earning a spot in the top 5. BPAL, you're bad! Let's do lunch

This is definitely in the Top 5 list if not, in all probability, a favourite of BPAL's masculine fragrance thus far; the Philosopher's Stone of the Lab's formulas. THIS would be THE scent of the transformative powers that would be capable of taking all that is base, oppressive, and heavy, permeating through and through to their essence and commanding each and every electron to rise, to shine, to detoxify... To become pure and golden. With this scent it is easy to fall in love with the whole of the earth and how precious little time we have to express the gratitude for it's raptures, even if we are scarcely adequate at doing so... Saint-Germain is rich and luxurious. The Moss, Bergamot, and Laurel (?) collide and intertwine to create an effect similar to discovering a galaxy that can be worn as a cloak. Once it finds a home on the wrist, solar plexus, and collar-bone, Saint-Germain waxes only more gorgeous. For some reason there are very strong impressions of stone and metal... Picture a marble statue of a God inlaid with gold. It wears a laurel crown, is adorned with flowers, annointed with oils, has incense burning before it with a large, bronze urn filled with honeycomb as an offering... And it's close. Kinda. One cannot help but want to swallow knowlege, to engage in intellectual snobbery with this formula. This is the fragrance of a much admired and respected college professor. Saint-germain is soul-shattering prose. Saint-germain is Hallowed ground. Saint-Germain is the loveliest shade of lavender/grey. Musically, Saint-Germain is a hybrid of Dead Can Dance and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. There is inadequate space or time to do this fragrance the justice it deserves while being quasi-coherent. Thank you, thank you, thank you, BPAL for Saint-Germain.

Imp: comes as a nice surprise... An otherworldly sort of fluorescence. While being floral in character, there is an unquestionably oceanic theme; a flower that, perhaps, a mermaid would wear in her hair... There are signs of water Lotus, Rose, and Narcissus in this formula. Quite refreshing! On epidermis: Unfortunately, this almost immediately turned soapy. Tannic. This is a very nice, very clean scent. Probably better suited for feminine body chemistry as testosterone converts this into sudsy lye. Certainly worth a look! Thankee, BPAL!

What a mischeivous little Imp! Here, there is fieriness, cedar and... Cassia? At first sniff, there is an IMPulse to raise a ruckus. It seems like it would be the perfect scent to wear when planning to try on an atypical assertiveness... To mock authority. To stick a "Kick Me" sign on the boss's or pastor's back. Swiped on skin: conflaguration! How DO they do it? Everything in this one amps bigtime. There is a sweet subtlety here that is rather difficult to pick out... It could be Eucalyptus. Should it be a floral note, it is one that is so far, unfamiliar. This is an incredible, amazing scent...Think zip. Think zing. Think pizzazz. This is a scent for an adventurous spirit. This is what it must be like to be a beekeeper having a psychadelic experience. Hats off to the mischief makers that released this genie!

A beautiful and disturbing scent. There's this crazy urge to leap from the branches and snatch up a rat using nothing more than teeth, to swallow it whole, and then hoot maniacally... Or imagine, perhaps, one of the most beautiful women, wearing a satiny, red evening gown... And then someone whispers that, under a trance, she has the mind of a spider... Nyx is really quite splendid in the way it blends together amber with night-blooming flowers. The fragrance is unequivocably vespertine and romantic. On the skin it captures the imagination; filling the mind with fantastical beauty despite a complete and utter absence of light. While this might be somewhat intriguing on a man, a woman was almost certainly the ideal candidate for Nyx. It is sweet and intoxicating enough to make even the most seasoned afficiando swoon. Here, BPAL clearly demonstrates that it is a force to be reckoned with.WOW!!!

What a deep, deep scent! Right away there is an aquamarine color to the olfactory spectrum, as though infering the ocean's waters surrounding a tropical isle.The image, in fact, is so distinct, it's pretty difficult to focus on what the botanical contributions may or may not be, and without the description from the site handy, will be a leap of blind faith indeed. Orchids would be reasonable to suppose, right along with palm fronds and... Cypress? The marine note would seem to implicate the Lab's ozone added to this formula... They all blend together nicely! Now that it has been applied to a pulse point, this almost adopts tobacco and leather facets... Really quite nice!This could be the signature fragrance for the owner of a tropical retreat. Refreshing and masculine... This could emerge as a fave easily! My, how the Lab works wonders with the essences they gather... The Bard would be honored to have such skilled interpretation & representation.

Vanilla, Rose, Amber, and Bubble Gum! Deliciously cute fragrance for the irresistable minx.(So wrong, I know, but it got me) *yowl!* In this one, there is all the sauciness and sass that could be expected from the title. This would be an instance where it would be a safe wager to "judge a book by it's cover". Once this was applied to the skin, it sweetened significantly; almost Baby Powder meets Powdered Sugar... This one is all Lollipops, Pigtails, Cat-Eyes, and Knee-High Stockings... The collar is getting a mite snug! Vixens is a sweet, foxy scent. Good for the young lady that knows she's a prize. A definite, 'come hither' quality! Yummy on a hot little number... I feel... Dirty.

The hopes that this was going to be an eerie, creepy quality that could be borrowed and lend an unsettling aura for either Halloween or an attendance of a horror movie were dashed to bits upon discovering that this is a REALLY beautiful scent. It has to be admitted that, upon first uncapping the Imp, there WAS a sinus-clearing bit of confusion... Is that...Wintergreen? Probably not, yet it equally dispells any illusions of the macabre... There IS a subtle, woodsy note that could be associated with quality furniture in an antiquated parlor. The sweet, incorruptible essence of Lilac could also create the perfect sort of mood for entering into a trance... As it dries on the skin, the Lilac really amps. Something juicy surfaces for a peek along with a wispy, smoky, gossamer haze of something powdery blue. This could go with Ouija after all (yes! yes!) if in the sense that there is a fleeting reunion with something that should have been lost, yet fortunately, was not.

A radiant and extraordinary fragrance. This is electrified lemon peel! An image of 200 watt daffodils springs to mind... There is definitely an uninhibited lemon presence here, along with something floral; can't quite tell whether Neroli or Jasmine would be suspect. A scent that would garner attention. Once it's applied to the wrist, this scent behaves in a manner akin to cellular division; the lemon becomes bolder and juicier while the floral note firmly asserts itsself as lilac... Fanfrickintastic! Phantasm brings the imagery associated with Easter or Spring to mind... Boquets, bright yellow, purple, & vibrant green. It bustles with liveliness and the promise of a progressive and bountiful season ahead. This is a clean and delightful unisex fragrance although it would be the PERFECT feminine counterpart to Whitechapel...Yeah... This is the serial no one ever saw coming. Sociopathic dismissal and surgical precision in the guise of a sunny smile & bright skirt.

My, how this smell was missed... The versions of Dragons Blood happened upon in most places has proven to be little more than a gooey concoction that smells as though it were better suited for dribbling atop reheated, frozen waffles. A nasty, generic sort of sweetness... Back in the eeaarly 90's, essential oils seemed more readily available and of higher quality; before corporate pharmaceuticals squashed almost everything suspected of being affiliated in any way with holisticism. The first whiff of the Lab's Dragons Blood turned on the waterworks... THIS is what's been missing! THIS Dragons Blood brings back so many memories! THIS Dragons Blood is the violently red, radiant, divine sort of succulence that personifies the many irreplaceable qualities of this sacred and noble tree...Dragons Blood is SUPPOSED to smell similar to 3 pounds of Red Roses mashes into 5 gallons of Honey; The whole thing topped with a couple dozen thinly sliced Strawberries and a pinch of finely ground Black Pepper and the whole thing given a coquettish smooch by Vanilla dust. The musks in this scent are golden and deep; remniscent of honey musk (the way a well taken care of ferret smells), tobacco flower, And talc. After wearing for a while on the skin, the musk emerges and intertwines perfectly with the Dragons Blood, Creating an almost reverent effect... Imagine loafing about on a big velvet pillow and basking in the light streaming through a stained glass window, listening to Gregorian chants. Dragons Blood is a magnificent, regal scent...The fragrance is unisex. It would lend airs of leonine prowess for a man and it would transform a breathtaking beauty into a ravishing enchantress.The remainder of the Ars Draconis line will more than likely be added to the collection based on Dragons Musk alone. Thank you, BPAL!!!

With a pinch of the cap and a flick of the wrist, a shimmering, rippling, olfactory wonder had been unwittingly released and caused all else in the room to disappear... Wilde is a psychotically glorious scent! It is the infinite, implausible blue of the inverted bowl of a summer sky. Wilde is a glittering, bright sea with a gemstone’s clarity… Certainly, there is Lavender here, yet this is the cleanest Lavender so far encountered in the realm of the Lab! The Moss, Bergamot and Thyme unify to form a Holy Trinity of verdant essence for this formula, while Jasmine yields just enough of its presence to lend an element of elegant prose and contemplations by moonlight… As of yet, there are no traces of the Patchouli or the Tonka to be found... The Skin, anointed: Such a truly remarkable fragrance! This is unmistakably masculine; bringing to mind some familiar notes from of the finer Men’s fragrances one might encounter in an upscale department store. An advert for a fragrance of this magnitude might depict a handsome, if arrogant, youth wearing gleaming whites, aboard a yacht that had taken to the aforementioned glittery waters. Tonka and Patchouli remain elusive... The scent continues to freshen; enhancing the greenery aspect,and lending a metallic, almost coppery note. Wilde is a magnificent fragrance. This would be quite wonderful as a gift for introducing an intrepid male to the wonderful world of Black Phoenix Alchemy Labs. Enjoy!

Upon first opening the bottle, there is an immediate and rapid recoiling... Good Heavens, is that the vetivert? Woo! ASSertive! But then a memory surfaces of the first encounter with Bluebeard, & this is a prompt to take heart...Saturnalia has violet, yet this is NOT, repeat, NOT shy violet. This violet has a sneer on it's lips, and a cocky swagger to accompany the preposterous bulge in it's pants. Dabbed on the epidermis (after asking permission, of course) Saturnalia adopts seductive and convivial mannerisms. Cleans up nicely. Sweetens a smidge.The revelry here has died down, the amateurs have succumbed to discombobulation, so the aged cognac and fine cigars have come out as accoutrements for the ribald yarns swapped by the bonfire's glow. Saturnalia is a mesmerizing weave of Royal Purple and Sky Blue. A pornographic peacock tail-feather. A deep and formal scent; sweet, yet distinctly more on the masculine side. Worn best on occasions where ruthlessness is a virtue... Charismatic. Enchanting. Deliciously perverse. Only wear this scent if leaving indelible impressions on the psyche of another is something that can be accomplished without the tiniest blemish on the conscience. Not for beginners, this one... Timidity's body chemistry would be a dead giveaway.