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:::DRAGON'S BLOOD::: This fragrance is one that can be deeply personal... The sweet, clandestine effluvia that is Dragon's Blood hearkens back to a time in the late 80's, early 90's, before words like, "Gothic" had the completely laughable, candy-coated connotations that it has evolved in modern times... Excessive mascara, Doc Martens, Clove Cigarettes, and other non-mass-produced accoutrements... Ah, Glory Days. Dragon's Blood is it's own scent entirely, but has similarities to Strawberry, Honeysuckle, Peppercorn, Rose, Lilac, and Tuberose. On the skin, Dragon's Blood sweetens, wets, and becomes complex... Almost a rippling, 3-D version of itsself... If no one were the wiser, Dragon's Blood could easily pass for a bloom from the Avatar movie. Dragon's Blood is rich and hyper-real. This is the stuff of Phantasm, Wraith and Nosferatu. Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab's version of Dragon's Blood is, hands down, the best version found anywhere in more than 2 decades. A gem! 5/5!

:::DEE::: Dee is an acrobatic morpher if ever there was one! Upon opening the bottle and inhaling deeply from the contents, it was Rosewood and a Leather-clad fist that hovered just under the lip of the opening... The sensation was confusing; It was almost as though there was a bleed deep in the sinuses, as though being bonked profoundly atop the head during a fall from worrisome heights... The Leather in Dee isn't quite what was expected either. It's being combined with the Rosewood's sweetness evoked the image of pink, glistening skin heaving beneath a Leather corset, mussed hair and running eye-liner... Whoah! Curious! Let's see what happens when Dee gets intermingled with the body chemistry... Yipe! There is an immediate, panicky impulse to scrub Dee off posthaste! This is not, understand, because of some outwardly offensive quality, this is because, in this instance, Dee smells VERY much like post-coital hyperventilations! Yes! This time, Dee smells like... SEX! Unprepared is definitely the word of the hour. Paranoia dictated that it was now impossible to imagine walking into work smelling like this!!! Conversations would screech to a halt, mid-syllable, heads would pivot like neck-mounted skeet-launchers, eyes would bug, mouths would carp... No WAY could this be pulled off! Upon reflection on some of the morphing potential of some of The Lab's more notorious blends, the final verdict was going to be reserved for the arrival at work, which is roughly a 20 minute drive. The ride to work brought manifold second thoughts! The whole of the interior of the car smelled like rut and debauchery! Abject deviation! After an attempt to nonchalantly stroll past co-workers, Dee had, by that time, morphed again into something more closely resembling what had been described in The Lab's notes. The Leather has now softened considerably, while still being the predominant note, and the Rosewood smells, well, Heavenly! Dee has waxed Incensational! Seriously, whatever the incense is in Dee, it should be available to be purchased in bulk! This is really, really GOOD!!! 5 ml. of Dee was purchased unsniffed, and this was extremely fortuitous! Dee is dead sexy! Sure, this is evocative of studiousness, reverence and Angelic dialogue and correspondence, yet Dee is also... Hot! Dee is a pantomime of pulling your hair up off the back of your neck while hula-hooping while your eyes roll up in your head and you chew on your lower lip... More, please! Dee is a masterful blend. Dee is a mood-altering experience. Dee is high-voltage and turbulent. Dee is scholarly. Dee is eye-opening. Dee is absolutely gorgeous! Dee could be a unisex fragrance in some stages, but Dee is, in all probability, best suited for Him. If you have been at all curious, Dee is certainly worth a look. A smashing good fragrance. 5.5 out of 5!

:::IDES OF MARCH::: Well, this one came in the post 3 days after the calendar day, but any sentiment of disappointment was short-lived from the very first whiff of this oil. If this was, in fact, based on a recipe for an ancient roman cologne, then those lucky, lucky ba@#!rds smelled fricking great! This is likely the cleverest combination of Citrus, Evergreen, Herbal and Amber conceivable by mortal standards... And this is well-equipped to make the wearer feel like a pompous @$$ when wearing it... Chin, skyward, whatnot. Once The Ides of March hits the skin, it's all over... Holy Moly this is a great scent! Here's the Amber that's been getting me all riled up here of late and, could it be? It is! The lovely Jonquil has arranged a cuddle! Far out! The Ides of March smells like something one could expect from one of those haute barbering jobbies where the entire gamut of scalp massage, hot towels, and straight-razor shaves are administered... Scrumptuous! For a split second, the Cardamom and Ginger combine and form this hyper-caffeinated Tarzan thingy that swings from your uvula and boings around your tear-ducts... But not at all in an unpleasant way. It gives something you can sink your teeth into for this fragrance. A knock out punch! The Ides of March is a brilliant fragrance that anyone could appreciate. This is predominantly in His line of fragrance, but the smile that this would put on Her face is worth a million bucks, easy. 5/5!

:::CATHEDRAL::: When this fragrance was ordered from The Lab, imaginings ran rampant... Abremelin, Copal, Nag Champa, Frankincence, and that tricky stuff found in Nyarlathotep would all mingle together permeate the very room with a sense of both reverence and awe... There was also, admittedly, some concern that this one would fall into that "head-shop" category that is frequently complained about... Well, to no small degree of relief, there is nothing in Cathedral that resembles a headshop in even the slightest way.There are incenses here, but more the kind of incense that hangs about on draperies after it has burned out. There is also... Hot wood? O_o. What gets envisioned is a large gathering of people gathered together inside of an enormous Cathedral built in some forested scandanavian country where engineers had the vision to warm the masses by pumping hot water through coiled, copper tubes that run along the underside of the Cedar floor-boards... Cathedral does summon the the imagery of echoing space, high ceilings, wood, stone, and opulence. Here there is sanctity, reverence and morbid fascinations.Cathedral smells as though it should be worn in isolation, away from the rays of direct sunlight. This could accompany contemplative reading and simple fare eaten with the fingers. Stoically unisex. Divine. 5/5.

:::FALLEN::: "Oh, how fallen from Heaven art thou, Lucifer..." If memory serves correctly, then, "Lucifer" is a Roman name which roughly translates into "Morning Star" or, "Bearer of Light". When this is paired with the imagery of descent from loftier heights, it could almost be said that it would resemble something like a Shooting Star... Fallen. Make a wish! This also stirs up memories of having first read H.P. Lovecraft's, "The Colour Out of Space". *shivers* The Lab offers up Sanalwood, Musk, Amber, Floral notes, Woods, Vetiver and Violet to honor this dark, decadent, denizen of the Abyss...Cannot wait to see how this one plays out! From the opened bottle: Say, that's nice.. Ghostly. The Violets in this certainly give it a purpling miasma. There could well be some Honeysuckle in these Imperial Florals; that or some other suggestive blossom, spread wide, moist and eager to give the darkening air it's wettest, sweetest kiss... The Sandalwood in Fallen is extremely erotic. This represents an implement of discipline you would happily quiver to have administered to your pinking, greedy flesh. That Vetiver is in this comes as quite a surprise. Ordinarily, it's presence is fairly conspicuous. Thus far, however, it is lurking undetected. On the skin, Fallen is Violets... Violets, Violets, Violets! These Violets are not candied, however... These Violets are haughty and villainous. These Violets are the colour of mourning. These Violets are simultaneously a Halo and a Crown; heralding the undoing of naivete. Fallen would work well with leather racing gloves and a sneer. You probably should not idolize and love the fragrance that is Fallen, yet the odds are that you inevitably will. Fallen is a delicious, finger-licking obscenity. Fallen is an unflinching gaze. Fallen are the new depths in which you find yourself. Fallen is the tears on your pillow. Magnificence personified. Stellar! 5.5 out of 5!

:::AEVAL::: Aeval is nice, mellow, and metaphysical. It wouldn't take much to associate this fragrance with a sense of both security and serenity. There is something aquatic about Aeval, but it isn't in the fashion of a large body of water, nor is it oriented along the lines of Ozone or rain... If anything, this aqueousness would be more along the lines of impenetrably thick fog or mist; the kind that clings to your arm with tendrils when you attempt to brush it aside. The Sweet Pea combines with the Tonka and Musk to give Aeval depth and profundity, while the Sage is just enough to give an impression of rolling, roiling verdance. On the skin, Aeval blooms. This is like an all encompassing silence, an intergalactic vacuum of noiselessness. Aeval's aquatic also gives off more of a drench, this time with fat orbs of dew studding the waist-high vegetation. Aeval is a very nice, fresh out of the bath fragrance. Unisex is a possibility here, but the softness flatters Her. 4/5.

:::ZORYA::: The Imp was popped open to unleash a colossal blast of florals... Zorya does not muck about! The Lab's notes got left at home with the computer for the day and, without them, discernment is futile... Whatever is in Zorya is potent and assertive. Even released by atomizer, this would be insane! Ok, ok... Looking at the notes there is...Jasmine! This Jasmine has the subtlety of a ball-peen hammer used for a root canal. Primrose is also rabid, taking a holiday from Her stint as a paint thinner/engine degreaser to bolster the scent that is Zorya. Cereus is a newfound favourite, but is readily and lustily overwhelmed by the other florals and "Spices" in this particular formula. On the skin, this, somehow, amps. Eyes water. Sinuses crinkle. Tooth enamel peels away... Perhaps it's the body chemistry, but Zorya has won out here. This should have been tested in microlitres. That being said, this is sweet & floral, but a mite overbearing in this case. A 3 out of 5.

:::WICKED::: This is the fragrance of potent and effete fecundity. Wicked sashays in through the nostrils imperiously and cackles in delight at the bevy of sycophants, prostrate before her... The very first impression of Wicked is that of Vetiver: The SWEETEST, soapy sort of Vetiver ever encountered... Bella Regina! Upon perusing the Lab's notes, however, it is dismaying to find that there is no Vetiver in sight... Not a mote! Huffing the stuff reveals it to be the hybridization of the Myrrh and Jasmine... Both incredibly sweet, but bond together in this blend to add a coat of earthy blackness to the atmosphere created by this fragrance. On the skin, the Rose magnifies and looms. The Myrrh and Jasmine have lost much of their Cimmerian quality, but the soapiness loiters... After a while of wear, the soap has departed, leaving a beautiful, swooping fusion of all three notes. Wicked is glamorous and haughty. A begrudgingly radiant countenance. A legend. This is divine for Her. 4/5

This is definitely the fragrance that She should wear should She desire to become a permanent fixture in His head, keep Him awake nights... Become an intractable part of His... Psyche. The Lavender in Psyche is unique... Or seems to be. The Musk and Frankincense give it fuzzy perameters as well as eyes that seem to glow in the dark. The Rose and the Orchid come together in this and add an extra dimension of witchery to Psyche; the ghost of Her face would shimer against the ceiling in the blackest hour and the rest of the world would disapparate. On the skin, all of the notes in Psyche unify and pulse with a fluorescent-magenta mist... Psyche could also be pictured as a skeltal, black tree with luminous fruits set against a glittering grey sky... This is a heart-rendingly beautiful fragrance for her; sweet, svelt and effervescent. Candied bliss. 4/5!

:::GODFATHER DEATH::: What a rip-roaring, riveting, radical redolence! Initially, the impressions of Godfather Death were that it was sharp and almost automotive; mechanical. Something in this was like bitter Almond/DrPepper, but with an edge that was super-heated metal, hard at work... Neat! Godfather Death also has bits of wood and herb in here somewhere... Wood-varnish meets Cinnamon. Ok, the Notes... Well, the only 2 familiar things in this one are the Rose and the Yew, but that doesn't really help with the cementation of descriptors, so, back to free-association it is! Godfather Death comes at you, preying on unease with the unknown. This eff's with your equilibrium a bit... Like driving 75 MPH along an overpass when a large section of it simply disappears... Walking, glassy-eyed, wearing a 3-piece suit into a room with this fragrance could very well incite mass-eneuresis! Spooktacular! Godfather Death gives the wearer an insectile, predatory aura. Well done! 5/5!

:::OCHOSI::: Before being educated by the Lab's content of the namesake of this fragrance, the imagination went, "Eight, yes?" and ran with it... The Lab's mini-bio is, of course, far superior... Ochosi is one of those, float-away fragrances of mythic proportions. With Ochosi, it is easy to envision the arrow's flight; a noiseless and true trajectory through the air... Where the avian and the arboreal combine for wingless flight. Ochosi smells incredible. The most obvious note in this is the woodsy/ root-beery fragrance that is the Spruce. Next would be the, "Forest Herbs", which leave plenty of room in the imagination for cauldron-bound greenery. Ochosi does have more than a fair share of Wizardry in it that is combined with the steely-eyed, sinewy, bug-eating, macho madness of a drill sergeant. A delicious fragrance for him. 5/5!

:::EUPHROSYNE::: The Vanilla does a great job balancing out the bold, competing florals in this blend. Euphrosyne could almost be a matrimonial fragrance, if only because of personal associations with large, cascading boquets with Gardenias. For some reason, Jasmine will sometimes also bring church bells to mind... Peculiar! The Tea Rose in Euphrosyne is crisp and demure... Brings to mind an elegant table setting at early evening with an older, matronly woman who is patiently trying to impose the importance of impeccable etiquette. On the skin, the Jasmine in Euphrosyne dispatches the floral competitors with an athletically swung granite handbag. Vicious-Vanilla is tolerated here, if anything, because of Her calculating ability to ferret out weakness and mash it into a whimpering pulp... That and she has the prettiest hair! A very nice fragrance for Her. Whimsical for Springtime. 4/5.

:::LILITH::: When the Lab's notes for Lilith wer read, the expectation was that this was going to smell alot like Obsidian Widow... Red Wine, Myrrh and Attar of Rose vs. Pinot Noir, Attar of Rose and Myrrh? Well, the sniff off was a humbling lesson in ratios. While Obsidian Widow is androidal, Lilith is organic. Obsidian Widow is high-tech and Lilith is primordial... Lilith stands alone. Lilith is an allure. An attraction. Lilith is a siren song that calls to men... Summoning them from their fictitious safety in the halo of light that surrounds their hearth fires, and out into the lush, starlit, dangerously alive garden of uncounted delights. Lilith is untameable wildness. Lilith is a holy grail of sorts; a chalice that forever quenches thirst. Lilith is self-sufficience that will rub you raw and laugh while doing so. Lilith is heartache... But a dream. Lilith a fleeting memory, a wisp of smoke... Lilith doesn't eat forbidden fruit, Lilith IS Forbidden Fruit. Delish for Her. 5/5!

:::NEPHILIM::: "...And unto them was born a race of Giants..." Nephilim does smell like an otherworldly presence. Something not quite right; sacred though it shouldn't be. An abomination. A celestial/terrestrial horror hybrid. A messianic fail. A, "tremble before it" visitor, come midnight, during a summer storm. A lone pedestrian on an otherwise deserted road, inexplicably wandering from the direction of the desert without even a 12 oz. bottle of water... And his scary, blue eyes seem intimately acquainted with infinity. Nephilim comes to the table with a great, big, brimming basket full of goodies. The Cypress, Oak Moss, Cardamom, and Lavender bring the high note combo that makes Nephilim unmistakable masculine. The Patchouli, Vetiver, Tamarind and Fig swirl together and form an earthy, pasty darkness that hints at secrecy and shadow, while Hyssop and Frankincense allude to a Holiness... A worshipful, if bloody, reverence. Deliciously creepy and brooding fragrance for Him. 5/5!

:::PHOBOS::: Phobos is a blast of white light coupled with tympanic trauma. Phobos is glacially cold and surgically sharp. Phobos is magnesium filament afire in a jar of pure oxygen. The Grapefruit in Phobos swings from the hip with a beringed backhand across your nose... And you kinda like it! Lemon Verbena and Lemongrass bring even more citrusy goodness to the mix while the musk behaves almost, ALMOST like Lilac in this; for a moment rationalising that this, too, would be a good feminine counterpart to Villain... Phobos is clean, sexy, and fun... Phobos is the Surgeon who is often carefully composed or stoic, but behind closed doors has the ferocity and appetite of a drunken frat-boy. A thrillseeker's delight for her. 4/5.

:::VELVET::: Positively indecent! Velvet is voluptuary living. The unmistakable presence of chocolate tingles each and every pore... Yet this is also hand-carved furniture from a wood that also smells of Chocolate...The Sandalwood is all that keeps Velvet from being greedily gulped down... But just barely. The Myrrh and Vanilla get along like two peas in a pod, giving velvet yet another not quite dessert feel. This is a hyper-sweet combo. This is a no contest fragrance for Her. The duskiness of Velvet seems as though it would favor darker skin. The tropical complected Goddess. Very nice. 4/5.

:::SQUIRTING CUCUMBER::: A little hiliarity came with this fragrance. Try as one might to ignore the many splendored connotations in all their distorted finery, but the mind still wanders... Squirting Cucumber is packed to the shingles with Cucumbery goodness. Whether or not the Cucumber itsself is actually squirting remains to be seen, but as a fan of this wee little melon, rest assured the salivary glands certainly are! This is a wet applauding of Summertime and all the good things associated with it. This is a crisp, refreshing salad after a scalding trudge downtown. This is also the smile that flickers across a sleepers face when they are first stirred by the waftings of freshly mown grass. Applied to the skin, the sharper edge of the grassiness vanishes to be replaced by the rolling out of new leaves, And the whole of the room is drenched in cucumber. Squirting Cucumber is fresh, fluid, and fun! 4/5!

:::THE ROSE::: As promised, this fragrance is the real deal! This is Rose, pure and simple. This is not just the nosegay that is the opened flower and Her rich petals, this is, as described sap, leaf, stem, petal, nectar and soul. Being born on this Flower's month may put a heavy lean on bias, but there is absolutely no getting around the fact that this is a vibrant and gorgeous fragrance. This isn't grandma's candied, kinda-sorta spray on rose. This isn't even (quite) the note that the Lab uses to sexify other blends. THIS is walking into the wharehouse sized showroom of an international competition of multigenerational cultivars bringing the best of the best. This is the laying waste to the Hallmark flotsam. Gorgeous! Likely for Her. Easy 5 out of 5.

:::COBRA LILY::: This is a true Wünderkind of a fragrance! Bravo to the Lab! Cobra Lily is a fresh, green essence that seeps the water of life, the jewelry of the garden, the bursting red of breath-taking petals... And combines it with the sharp, metallic thrill that is bloodlust. Cobra Lily is as ripe and lush as it is grisly and electric. Cobra Lily is as sweet and heady as it is carnal and pheremonal. This is one of those fragrances that you have to smell to believe. This could be compared to other notes, of course, but it does not at all convey the ferocity and relish of the impact. There could be Red Poppy in this. There might be Gardenia or Jasmine. Honeysuckle is as likely to be here as Tuberose. Cobra Lily sweetens on the skin; becomes humid, and, by contrast, perhaps, draws out the of the blood's copperiness... Dragon's Blood would also explain some of the sanguinary lushness here, come to think of it. Cobra Lily will be a lovely addition to the 5 ml's, oh yes. A delight for Him or Her. 5/5!

:::THE SEA FOAMS MILK::: The Lab really does work some magic into their formulas, and The Sea Foams Milk is no exception. It doesn't take much of a stretch to tell how this one is kin with The Sea Foams Blood... There are elements that unite them, indisputably. The Sea Foams Milk is brilliant in that it is FIRMLY representative of what it is supposed to smell like; a sweet, creamy, frosty, milky goodness moseying along on a blue, briny, swollen wave... Delightful and a bit kooky. There is also something in this that is suggestive of whatever it is that differentiates bubble-bath from shampoo or liquid soap... It reacts with water and produces a distinctive fragrance. The Sea Foams Milk is Aquatic, sweet, floral, and creamy. The Sea Foams Milk is like an antithesis of the Cthulhu mythos... This is a shimmering, ethereal New Age sigh of pure, fluid light that disspells the horrors of the abyss. A great, unisex fragrance. 5/5!

:::HURRICANE::: As difficult a fragrance as Vetiver was to reconcile with initially, the Lab has been a patient and insightful tutor; fine-tuning the various facets from which this note can be appreciated, and spirit-guiding through this fragrant journey with expertise and finesse. Hurricane is described as the Dark-side of Air... The anticipation is acute! Well, hello, Vetiver, indeed! China Rain is not a very familiar note, but it seems subtly aquatic and neutrally floral... Whatever it is, it does a nice job of putting a bejeweled muzzle on the brunt of Vetiver's menace. This fragrance doesn't seem to awfully high-pitched; it seems more like a building roar that vibrates in the deeps of your chest. On the skin, Hurrican does become dark and blustery. The Vetiver keeps the sky in fungal palette while the other notes are a good representative of swirling, raging air currents. Hurricane swoops into the room with an air of foreboding. This one demands respect. Good for him. 4/5

:::FIRE FOR MY STEPMOTHER'S DAUGHTERS::: The expectation, after reading the Lab's notes on this one, were something akin to Jezirat Al Tennyn. Upon opening the Imp, though, and taking a slow, deep inhalation of the stuff, what was there appeared to be... The liquidy center syrup found in Chocolate-covered Cherries??? O_o. Another sniff was attempted... Nope. Sugary stuff. Again with the Cherry Cordials. Rum & Simple Syrup. Marzipan. Hellfire, Coals, and Blackened Bones? Um... Was the fire at Wonka's factory? A splat onto the skin changes things a bit. 85% of the sugariness drifts off and something resembling soot peeps around the corner at you and twiddles it's fingers. The purpose here is not at all to discredit or condemn this fragrance. On the contrary, it is really nice. Sweet, planty, cute! The hopes were simply high for destructive force. A good fragrance for her. 4/5.

:::PANNYCHIS::: There is something familiar, but not quite identifiable without benefit of the Lab's notes. Pannychis is a really lovely boquet. What sets Pannychis apart, though, is the... texture of the fragrance; there is a note in Pannychis that almost gives it a ... crunch. There is something tart, juicy, and to the teeth in this. While it is similar in effect to an Apple, Pear, or Cucumber, none of these seem to be specifically suspect. This gets tempered by what are very nearly phonic florals. The best guess here would be Daffodil or Narcissus... Perhaps some Jasmine. Maybe some Gardenia. The pucker in Pannychis might come from Citrus, Bergamot, Ginger, Verbena, or something in that vein...A very refreshing Rite of Spring. Lovely on her. 4/5.

:::THE OBSIDIAN WIDOW::: Ah, Obsidian... Neat stuff! The first experience had with this stone was in Junior High School... This neat, black stone broke like glass, and looked light-purple when held up to the sun... It sliced through a leather belt like a straight-razor through plastic film, forever altering the thoughs about surgical steel... And it came from a Volcano! Why didn't people find more advanced uses for this stuff? (fast forward, 23 years into the future) It figures that The Lab would find the coolest way possible to call attention to this extraordinary stuff with this extraordinary fragrance. Upon first opening the bottle of Obsidian Widow, the Pinot Noir is, of course, the first noticeable thing about this particar formula... However, it is easiest to imagine the stuff being imbibed in a hyper-technological fortress built into the side of a volcano by a super-genius wearing patent-leather boots and a Rose in Her hair... The Obsidian Widow is rich and rubicund... Take the best reasons you have for admiring and collecting the Phoenix Steamworks editions, centuple them, and you have the beginning of your journey into The Obsidian Widow. On the skin, The Obsidian Widow amps and glitters. Somehow, this gets richer still; not only showcasing the wonderful succulence of the Rose and Jasmine, but emphasizes the Myrrh in such a way that the sweetness could very well be in the same family as... Chocolate! The Phoenix Steamworks line has no disappointments thus far, and continues to wow with The Obsidian Widow. While this fragrance would probably be geared mostly toward Her, a gallant, dashing and self-assured host would certainly wear this while having the entire party in his thrall. Superb. 5/5!

Hemp paper, frankincense, dried pomegranate juice, lavender, gum mastic, verbena, fennel, star anise, and Dittany of Crete. :::LICWIGLUNGA::: Licwiglunga is shamelessly sexy... Licwiglunga slinks silkily from it's imprisonment and tickles the nose with a scarlet, thrumming delight... This is the Scripture of Sfumato... Deliciously, decadently, deviously disorienting... The pomegranate howls in this. The first drafts of Licwiglunga make the canines inch a bit from the gumline and left a sensation of being suddenly parched. The Lavender and Verbena has the pulse thundering in the ears while the unholy matrimony of the Amber and Ambergris produce that pronounced, mythic sweetness that evokes a feeling of guilt for an unforgiveable pleasure. On the skin, Licwiglunga snares the imagination, retiform, as the Fennel intermingles with Jasmine and induces head-over-heels frefalling into the preverbal era when night was filled with the wonders and monsters abandoned and forsaken for the harsh light and planar dimensions of rote and responsibilities. Licwiglunga is the prettier version of all of us, traded in for a nod from the cool kids. Licwiglunga is the very first soul-kiss. It is the laughing yourself to tears by starlight. It is the music that tears out a fist-sized void from the very center of your being and makes you almost ashamed to be human... It's nice to forget sometimes. Licwiglunga is the thrill ride you wish would never end. A super-sexy addition to anyone's collection. Alive. Unisex. 5 out of Futhamuckin' 5!